I press the buzzer on the front door, and I shift on my feet as I wait.
Maybe he's not even home.
What will he think of me, desperately running to him when I have a problem? He must see me as a user; a manipulator who is using his apparent feelings for me to my advantage.
I look up when the door is pulled open, and his eyes widen in horror when he sees my tear stained face.
He pulls me inside then he locks the door behind us. He gently wraps an arm around my shoulder and leads me to the couch, then he lowers himself beside me.
"What did Brent do this time?" A muscle twitches angrily on his jaw.
I burst into tears.
I'm just so pathetic.
"Hush." He whispers as he takes me in his arms. "It's okay, Cami. I'm here."
I sniffle into his shoulder. He's so warm and so gentle, and t
