I sit still for four hours straight, the tormenting events of that night playing in my head like a horror movie.
Camille can't be the man that I hit. First of all, It was a man. Not a woman. A man in a black cap and a big coat and baggy pants and a pair of sneakers. And he was tall and looked like he goes to the gym. He was a huge man. That doesn't sound like Camille's physique. Brandon just wants to mess with my mind. And I won't let him.
The doorbell rings, pulling me out of the sea of thoughts that I was starting to drown in.
My heart literally stops when I see Camille Hunt and her bodyguard standing behind her. She looks up at me and frowns.
"Aren't you going to welcome us?"
I stand out of her way and she rolls in, her huge tall bodyguard following closely behind. I never really
