Beautifully Destroyed(53)

On our way back to the apartment we get out of the cab early and walk back, enjoying each other’s company. Being here with Cameron, having him understand my insecurities is like my world finally makes sense again. No more nightmares, no more fear, because each day we find a new way to work them out. Things I don’t want him to see or know come out and he just shows me how much I mean to him every time. Nothing could take me off the cloud his actions and words put me on.

“Hello, Fate.” Just like that I’m in my nightmares with him, but I know I’m not sleeping. I’m looking at him in the light of the day. He really is out and has found me.





Chapter Twenty-Seven





“Fate, who is this man?” Cameron says and I feel as if I’m frozen. “Fate.” I look at him and I can’t even say our word to tell him how much of a struggle this is. Protectively, he takes a step so he is a bit in front of me, telling me that he knows without me saying it. “Who in the fuck are you?”

“Tsk, tsk. Is that any way to talk to your girlfriend’s father?” Cameron’s eyes go big and I want to pull away. Run away like my body is telling me to, but Cameron’s touch has me pinned. “What, aren’t you going to give Daddy a hug? I missed my baby girl,” he says snidely and I feel nauseated. My eyes dart to the left, looking at Cameron. I’m going to have to do this, I can’t have him look at me this way. Not him. Moving forward, I feel Cameron tug me back to him. My father notices this and his face changes to anger. “I want a moment alone with my daughter if you will please.” I’m silently praying that Cameron will just let this go. Knowing will destroy us.

“Kurt, I think you’ve had enough alone moments with your daughter already, don’t you?” My stomach drops at Cameron’s words. Frantically, my eyes find his and I see it. He knows.

“Who are you to tell me what I can be to my daughter?” my father says, enraged.

“I don’t have to tell you shit, the law told you that. I think you need to just walk away, Kurt, or this will end badly. Trust me when I say you will never touch her again.” I feel as if I’m going to pass out. Cameron is standing here telling me that he knows all my secrets.

“How?” I whisper, looking at the ground. His hand lightly touches my chin, bringing my eyes to look at his. His blue eyes are penetrating right through me like there isn’t anything between us. Like he’s not here, but I know he’s watching this.

“The first night you had a nightmare you were screaming, but you also kept saying ‘Daddy, no.’ I wasn’t sure what you were talking about. However, the more I got to know you I just had this sick feeling in my stomach that he had done something to you.” I try to pull my face out of his grip in shame, but he doesn’t let me. “I wasn’t sure until I saw your face just now.” He bends down to me so only I can hear him. “He will never touch you again, Fate, no one will. I fucking promise you that.”

“How cute,” my father says, reminding us he’s here. “I’ve done my time because of that. Nothing says I can’t have a relationship with my daughter now.” The way he said relationship I want to hurl. My world is spinning and I feel trapped. “Especially since the world now knows what a whore she is. Screwing a rock star is a step up, sweetheart, just don’t forget your roots.”

I feel Cameron go stiff. I’m not sure what he’s thinking. It is like he has shut me out, that is the worst feeling in the world. Tugging my hand as hard as I can, our hands part and I feel the instant fear that has taken a grip over me. He goes to look at me, but my eyes dart to the ground since I can’t bear to look at him right now.

“Stay away from Fate,” Cameron roars.

“Good for you, son, protecting that nice piece of ass you found yourself.” I now notice his words are a bit slurred and now that he is close enough to me, I can smell the booze coming from him. He’s had a relapse. This isn’t the father I grew up with for nine years, it’s the monster that the booze made him into after my mother died. Cameron moves so fast I miss it and he is on top of him, smashing his fists into my father’s face.

“Cameron, no!” I scream.

People are staring and taking pictures, causing more to come around. Quickly, I rush to him. “Cameron, please stop.” My words aren’t getting through to him and I know I have no choice. Just as I go to grab him, his elbow connects with my left shoulder and I’m thrown back. My head snaps back as I hit the ground, smashing into the sidewalk and for a moment I feel lightheaded.