Empty by Stacy - Deanne

Author:Stacy - Deanne
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Bella awoke from her nap the next day at someone ringing the doorbell. The clock by her bed struck three in the afternoon. She slumped out of bed.

The doorbell rang again.

“Shit.” She put on her robe and house shoes and went downstairs. She got to the front door and checked the peephole. “What are you doing here?” she asked through the door.

“I came to check on you,” Cameron said. “Is everything all right?”

“I’m fine.”

“If you’re fine, then how come you weren’t in class today?”

“None of your damn business.” She leaned against the door and crossed her arms. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Come on, Bella. What’s wrong?”

“You’re wrong, Cameron.” She opened the door. “Your ass showing up here is what’s wrong.”

“I’m your friend.”

“I don’t need you to be my friend.” She closed her robe.

“Doesn’t look that way to me.” He laid his hand on the doorknob, on top of hers. “You can talk to me about anything. You know that.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” She rolled her eyes. “I just want everything to be better.

Can you make everything better?”

“Probably not but I’d like to try. May I please come in?”

She stepped back and widened the door. “Only for a little bit.”

He walked in and went into the living room. “What the hell happened? Are you okay?”

“This?” She pointed to the disheveled items on the floor. “This is how my house usually looks when my son comes by.”

“What happened?” He looked around. “He did a number on this room, didn’t he?”

“You should see my bedroom.” She rubbed her eyes. “He was looking for money for drugs.”

Cameron gawked. “Bella, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She swung her arms back and forth. “It’s mine.”

“No it’s not.” He stood by the couch. “There’s no excuse for your son hurting you like this.”

“He’s too far gone now.” She sat on the armrest of the couch. “He’s stolen from me before, but he did something last night that I can’t begin to believe.”

“What?” He put his hand on her shoulder.

“He pulled a gun on me.” Her voice trailed at the end of the sentence. “See I’m so shocked that I can’t get the words out.”

“He pulled a gun on you? What the—”

“I refused to give him money and he wasn’t leaving without any so the gun was his last option.”

“Oh my God.” He blew into his hand. “I don’t know what to say.”

“I used to see a tiny bit of hope in him, but I only saw emptiness last night. I looked into his eyes and it was like he was already dead.”

“Did you call the police?”

She shook her head. “But I called the bank and cut off the card.” She swung her leg. “I’m lucky he only managed to get three hundred dollars. He could’ve cleaned me out if he wanted to.”

“Why didn’t you call the police? You realize how dangerous he is right now? If he could pull a gun on you, then imagine what else he could do. The next time he might kill someone.

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