Chapter 9
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He walked for hours before he finally came to an uninhabited house, which was just as well, because he didn’t want to be anywhere near the Rale Mansion. Or anyone in it.
His head had dropped onto his chest, and his hands were shoved as far as they could go into his khaki pockets. He dragged his feet along the cracked sidewalk until he finally made it to the far edge of town. A small two story house sat at the end of a side street.
Cameo trudged up the steps and slid open the window by the front door. Squeezing his eyes against a sudden flood of hot tears, he climbed through the window and landed in his small sanctuary.
Stomping through his hideout, he dropped the letterman on a chair and checked the locks on the back door and all the windows. He knew Tanner and the gang were going to come looking for him, and he didn’t want to deal with anybody right now. He kept all the lights off and locked himself in the downstairs half-bath.
He braced himself against the wall, swaying on his feet. He felt nauseous and weak. Launching off the wall, he gripped the sink and puked out whatever little food he had eaten in the past twenty-four hours. As he coughed, he heard thunder roll outside.
Perfect, he thought, looking up into the shattered mirror. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Just perfect.
“I hate this. Why? Why me? Я такой тупой. Я должен был оставить ее умирать. Почему я решил, что смогу это исправить? Хотел бы я умереть в том бою. Жаль, что Томас меня не убил. Было бы лучше, если бы я был МЕРТВ!”
He put his fist through the mirror, glass exploding on impact. Blood dripped from his knuckles onto the white porcelain sink. It was dizzyingly beautiful, the red on white. It was enough to make him nauseous again.
He stumbled out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the hardwood floor in the hallway. He shook as he pulled his knees up to his chest. He glanced out of the nearest window. It was nearly dark outside. He had no idea how long he’d been gone.
He leaned his head against the wall.
“Well, this is great,” he whispered into the darkness drowning the house. “Oh, man, I hate my life.”
Suddenly, his pocket buzzed. He fumbled his phone out of his pocket and groaned when he saw Colton’s name on caller ID. Grumbling to himself, he accepted the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Cam, where are you? We’ve been looking all over for you! Charisma said you were headed outta town, but we can’t find you anywhere!”
“What does the Wretch know? You know I won’t be found unless I want to. Stop calling me and tell Charisma she needs to shut up.”
He hung up and threw his phone down the hall.
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