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

Past

Camille

Over a month had passed since my mother died, but I still felt as if she was with me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t erase her memories. She taught me how to deal with life’s challenges. She believed that life would be boring without difficulties. Maybe that’s why her life was filled with hardships and problems. 

 

From the day I insulted Samuel among the students, Scott stopped talking to me. Despite my desire to tell him the truth and reveal the true face of his innocent brother, I could not do so. This is because he would never trust me. There was nothing I could do to defeat Samuel. I would have to gather information before confronting Scott. 

 

“Are you okay?” Rika asked as I covered my mouth with a hand when a wave of nausea swept over me. 

 

“I don’t know, I’ve been feeling tired for weeks,” I replied and looked at Mrs. Micah, who was teaching us algebra.

 

“I guess you need some rest,” Rika said, her eyes flickering with concern. 

 

“I cannot since I want to score high and prove my father my capabilities. He’ll send me to Canada for further study, as he wants me to manage his business in a couple of years.” 

 

“America has plenty of colleges. Why the heck is your father sending you overseas?” 

 

“He doesn’t want me there where my mother died. He thinks this will negatively affect my studies.” 

 

“Well, he needs you, but still...” Rika put her hand on my shoulder and smiled. “Unfortunately, I will have to attend a local college since I cannot enroll in the same university as you.” 

 

“You’ll be coming with me too,” I said, and her eyes widened in surprise. “I will ask my father to pay for your college expenses.” 

 

“Are you sure, Cami? Do you think you’ll do this? For heaven’s sake, I am not a beggar.” 

 

“No, you are not.” I smiled. “You just need help. Once you get a decent job, I’ll take back all my money.” 

 

“Dude, you don’t have a clue what you are talking about. No way, I’m leaving. I’ll stay at home with my family, work a part-time job and take care of all my expenses.” 

 

“What are you two talking about?” Mrs. Micah shouted as she narrowed her eyes at us. 

 

Rika exchanged a glance with me before she spoke out loud, “I wonder if we can have sex in a swimming pool.” 

 

And the entire class erupted into violent laughter as Mrs. Micah was fueled with anger. 

 

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“Ugh!” I barged into the bathroom and threw up violently again. I felt sick for a week and didn’t know what was wrong with me. I thought about seeing a doctor, but I disliked hospitals and medicine. 

 

“Is everything alright here, Cami?” Natalie asked as she stepped into the bathroom. “You look pretty worn out.” 

 

“I think I’ve got food poisoning.” I gasped. 

 

“You need to see a doctor immediately.” 

 

I shook my head while I gargled with water and washed my face. “I don’t want to go to the hospital.” 

 

“If you don’t go, you might have a serious problem, Cami.” 

 

“I’m fucking fine!” I spat before storming out of the bathroom and slumping onto the couch. 

 

“Okay, whatever you say.” Natalie rolled her eyes and walked away in annoyance.  

 

Leaning against the couch, I rubbed my temple as I sensed a faint ache in my head. I felt like I had jogged since morning despite not doing anything other than reading business books. I was feeling extremely tired. I was nauseated and dizzy, and my whole body was aching.

 

When I headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water after spending hours reading, I stumbled due to blurred vision. I almost hit my head on the counter, but fingers wrapped around my forearm and saved me from an ugly wound. 

 

“Thank you,” I murmured and turned my head to see my savior. As soon as I saw Scott’s face, my heart skipped a beat. “Scott, why are you here at such a late hour?”

 

Ignoring my question, he dragged me to the nearest couch and sat me down before bringing a glass of cold water. He took a place a good few inches away from me, staring at me with a blank expression. For a moment I thought he was worried about me but all I could see was his void eyes. 

 

“Are you still angry with me?” I asked after a long silence between us. 

 

He let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m confused, Cam.” I felt relieved when he called me by my pet name. That meant he was not angry. “You always confuse me. Whenever I tried to understand you, you messed things up. Everything was running smoothly between us then you…” he punched the table, causing it to lurch forward. “Damn it! I like those days.” 

 

My heart thumped. I said nothing as I waited for him to say more. 

 

“You should not have hurt my brother. As much as I like you…” he pursed his lips to stop himself from speaking further. After a few moments. “Look Camille, I love my brother so much that I’ll lay my life on the line if he asks me once. I can’t see him depressed. He has been drinking alcohol like fucking water for a month, and it scared the shit out of me. He almost killed himself if I hadn’t been there...” I frowned as he continued. “His car crashed into a tree yesterday, but I made it on time.” he sighed in despair. “All this is happening because of you. He’s madly in love with you.” 

 

“So you’re here for your brother?” I said bluntly. 

 

“Yes.” He sighed. “I thought you loved him, too.” 

 

My anger flared up as I looked away in irritation. “You may leave,” I said roughly before getting up and heading upstairs.