His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

I paused. My jaw flexed. "Yeah, she's fine," I lied. "Now, take care of yourself, Rika." I smiled tightly and headed out. I sighed heavily once I got out of the room. "What the hell is she talking about?" I demanded once Mr. Ryan Cruz stepped out of the room. 

He looked hesitant before he spoke out, "We told Rika that Camille is living a happy life with you. The doctor told us not to tell her the bad news." 

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I gritted my teeth out. "You saw the news despite that…" 

"Before you can judge, you need to know the truth, boy," Mrs. Cruz shouted from behind me. Frowning, I turned around to see her angry face. "Come with me." 

I frowned and didn't budge from my place. 

"Come on, I'm gonna show you the truth," she said and led me upstairs to a room where Shakira's posters were sticking everywhere. "This room used to be Rika's before she slipped into a coma." 

She picked up a pen drive and held it in front of me. "This pen drive Rika stole from your house. She got it from your brother's room." 

"What is it?" I asked, eyeing the pen drive in her hand. 

She said nothing and inserted a pen drive into the laptop. The video loaded before my brother appeared on the screen. My attention was drawn to him. 

'You ugly bitch! What do you think he will love you for?' Samuel scoffed as he crawled to bed and ran his fingers over Camille's bare breasts. 

My jaw clenched harder. 

'Delete those videos!' Camille begged and Samuel slapped her harder. 

'Lower your voice, whore!' He smacked her again when Camille glared at him. 'Lower your eyes.'

My hands clenched into fists when he ripped her underwear before entering her brutally. 

'Don't do this!' Camille screamed but he didn't stop and thrust into her roughly. My throat turned dry when I saw blood on the bed sheet. 

Suddenly, the video paused when Mrs. Cruz turned it off. I looked at her horrified face. "Your brother was a monster. God knew what things he had done to that poor girl." she sniffed and wiped her tears. "I want to show you footage of when my daughter rushed to your place to save Camille." 

I swallowed hard, watching her as she started another video. I didn't know why I had an urge to stop her. I forgot everything when I heard Camille shouting. 

'You’re a psychopath!' She stood naked in front of my brother. Her face was bruised. 

'Cami…!Please forgive me, dear.' Samuel fell to his knees and begged her. 'Don’t leave me… don’t leave me… please don’t leave me…' Camille clenched her hands into fists and made her way to the door. 

'Don’t blame me for this!' Samuel yelled before he shot out his hands and grabbed Camille's legs, making her fall to the ground. Her mouth bleeds when she knocks her face on the floor. “Is it hurting?” 

'Fuck you, bastard!' Camille hissed. 

'Well…' Samuel sneered before curling his fingers in her hair and dragging her to bed roughly. 'I’m gonna fuck you rough if you’re a bitch all the time!'

'Scott will never forgive you,' Camille protested. 'You can have my body, but you’ll never get my heart and soul because it belongs to your brother. Do you know why I slept with you?' 

'Because you have his face.'

And he slapped her face angrily. 

I breathed sharply. My fingers were shaking as I ran my fingers through my hair. My breath rasped. 

'He won’t love you!' Samuel smacked her cheek. 'You ugly bitch!' He ripped her panties and thrust himself inside her. She cried, fought, screamed, and shouted but he didn't let her go. 

'You bastard…' 

"Stop it now!" I yelled suddenly. "Stop it!" When they didn't turn off the video I rushed to the laptop and slammed it shut. 

I squeezed my eyes, breathing heavily and listening to my pulsating heartbeat. I stayed quiet for a while, processing everything in my head. Samuel raped Camille. Fuck! My brother raped her. He fucking raped her. She told me the truth but I didn't listen to her. I never gave her a chance to speak. 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I turned around to look at Mr. and Mrs. Cruz whose expressions were familiar with mine. 

Horrified and pained. 

Mrs. Cruz walked up to me and held out a napkin. "Wipe your tears, boy," she said. 

"Uh…" I frowned and turned to see my face in the mirror. I had tears in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away from my hand and rushed out of the room. 

"Where are you heading?" she asked but I ignored her and climbed into my car. 

Removing the phone from my pocket, I dialed Kate's number. He picked up my call in one ring. "Do you know where she is off to?" I asked without waiting for him to speak. 

"What are you talking about, Scott?" 

"Dammit, tell me where Camille is?" I barked into the phone, trying hard to contain my emotions. 

"Starke County Airport. She is flying to Miami," Kate said. 

I hung up and drove down the road. I sped up, breaking countless traffic rules. I knew she would never forgive me but I needed to stop her. I fucking needed to stop her. Goddammit! I slammed my palms on the steering wheel when I spotted traffic. My eyes were drawn to the bike near the cafe. Without thinking, I bolted out of the car and scurried to it. 

I mounted the bike and pedaled straight to the airport. I felt people snapping their heads my way in surprise and some of them even took my pictures on their phones. I rode and rode and rode, ignoring the plenty of attention I was receiving on the highway. 

After fifteen minutes of riding, I reached the airport. But there was a crowd of people gathering outside.