The Assassin's Kryptonite

Shut Up and Kiss Me

I was dying. Now, I’m sure of that because my body felt so sore, and I felt so weak that I hated every second of me feeling that way.

And what I hated more was that someone dared to wake me up. who the f**k tried to wake up a sick Camille Louella Herrera Montellano? Who dared?

But then the thought that my parents might have been very worried as they repeatedly shook my shoulder as they called my name had me trying hard to open my eyes.

“M-Mom? Daddy?” I hated how weak that sounded. I hate being weak. I feel like if I show weakness to people, they’d take advantage and rob me or hurt me. But they’re your parents. That’s right, they’re my parents. And they love me more than they love our company, and that’s something that most rich kids my age don't have.

“Mom…. dad…….”

“Camille? Wake up please.”

I don’t know if it’s mom or dad who’s repeatedly shaking my shoulders, but I groan every time they do that because it’s shaking my very light head and my sore muscles. What the f**k is this? Why do I feel like I just ran a marathon and then I worked for three straight days that I can’t even open my eyes?

“Camille?”

“Mom…. my head hurts….” I heard my voice whining and I felt like crying. What the f**k? Why the f**k am I crying? I asked myself as I felt the tears cascading from my eyes to my cheeks.

“Dad….” I whimpered and I moved close to the warm hand who caressed my face. It felt comfortable as the hand wiped my cheeks, seemingly drying my face from the tears.

“Camille…… I have your medicine,” I heard a very manly voice, and I scrunched my nose because even though I felt like I’m dying already, I knew damn well that that’s not my dad’s voice. Because my dad’s voice puts me to sleep while this voice awakened every damn nerve of my body and it made me tingle.

Made you tingle? You’re sick Camille Louella! You’re sick and you’re a slut! I kept hearing my mind shouting at me and bitching.

Wait? Where the hell am I? Who is this man who keeps making me tingle with his voice? Where are my parents?

And that’s where everything sinks in.

I was kidnapped.

I’m in an abandoned mansion.

I’m with Trevor.

And I was sobbing uncontrollably when I felt him hug me to his chest.

“Camille? Camille? What’s wrong? Please tell me, baby?” Even with my sobs, I can clearly hear his very worried voice and I felt different emotions clash inside of me.

I’m with Trevor. I’m safe, right? I’m safe. I’m with Trevor and he has always kept me safe. He would never let anything happen to me because he’s Trevor and I’m Camille. He would protect me, and he would always feed me delicious food even when he literally has to put his life in danger just to do that.

He’s Trevor and he would wash my clothes, carry me in his arms and braid my hair just so I could fall asleep. He’s Trevor and even when I’m scared as hell, there’s one thing that I’m sure of, that he’s Trevor and he would never leave my side even though we’re strangers a month ago.

“Camille? Please talk to me,” he murmured as I opened my eyes. I was sitting in his lap as he cradled me to his chest. He was staring at me, and I was staring at him. I saw how worried he was, and he kept on wiping my wet face with his hand. “Are you okay? Please say something Camille, I’m so worried--”

“Camille--”

I shut his mouth again by kissing his lips. He was unresponsive and I don’t know why I’m being so emotional by the thought that he doesn’t want me. He doesn’t want me.

“Camille?” He tried cupping my face and making me look at him, but I refused. I was so ashamed. What was I thinking? Have I really turned into a complete slut who would just throw herself at anyone? But Trevor is not just anyone. I like him…. or sometimes I feel like I even loved him, which is, I know, absurd!

I literally don’t know what will happen. If I’m even going to come out of this situation alive. I felt safe that Trevor’s here with me but what if those kidnappers come back for us? Trevor’s really good and muscular but he wouldn’t fare at a gun. He’s not Superman who’s bulletproof. And just thinking about him getting hurt because of me already pierces my heart.

“Camille? Look at me please,” I heard him speak but I was just too embarrassed. What? I’m embarrassed and yet here I am sprawled in his leg while he holds my waist? Are you nuts Camille Louella? I heard my insides bitching again so I made a move to get off of him, but he refused to let me go which is weird because he didn’t want to kiss me earlier.

What Trevor Helios? You don’t want me near, and you don’t want me far either?

I immediately threw daggers at him when he still refused to let me go even after I made an effort to get away from him.

“What?!”

“There, you finally looked at me,” he exclaimed and was stupefied when his face came very close to mine and his lips touched mine.

“Trevor? What are you--” I was cut off as he kissed me harder, more thoroughly which made me question if the heat I was feeling was because of my sickness or was it because he’s tongue is deliciously invading my mouth?

I heard a moan, and I wasn’t sure who it came from but when he bit my lower lip and sucked my tongue, I mewled so hard that I was embarrassed that it was me where it came from. I didn’t know when it started that I was already sitting astride him as I encircled my hands on his neck while he held my face with his one hand and the other on my waist to support me.

And he’s right to support me because with what he’s making me feel right now, I’m sure that without his hand, I’ll be on the floor rolling already.

“Trevor….” I whispered his name in the sluttiest voice I’ve ever heard, and I blushed profusely. Wow, I even had time to blush when he’s literally sucking my lips already!

I thought the kissing, which felt so good that I almost lost consciousness, would last forever. I was so disappointed when he suddenly stopped.

“What?!” I spat, wanting to kiss him again. He gave me a smack on the lips before putting his hand on my forehead.

“You’re still hot,” he exclaimed and even when I know that he’s referring to my fever, I felt a delicious tremor run down my spine because of the word he just used. What the f**k is wrong with me? Is this a side effect of menstruation? But I’ve been having this since I was thirteen and I haven’t felt like this! Not even with all the boyfriends I had!

“Trevor….” I moaned his name which I instantly regretted because why the f**k am I moaning his name? what the f**k Camille Louella calm the f**k down!

“Are you okay? How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” he asked continuously, and I wanted to ram my head on his because he doesn’t seem to see how I wanted his kisses so badly.

“I’m not okay,” I exclaimed trying to calm myself down, but my body is just so wild that it almost felt painful not to get what I wanted.

“What? Why? I got your medicine you should probably take them firs--”

I stopped his rambling by putting my lips on his.

Just shut up, Trevor Helios.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I whispered.