I hear footsteps moments later and I’m scrambling back on the bed when the door is flung open and Cameron barges in, his face white, “What is-”
He freezes in his tracks on seeing the dead animals littering my bed and the floor, their blood staining my sheets.
I don’t know what I expected from him but his reaction that follows is not it.
He turns on me, furious, “What the hell is this?”
“W-What?” I stammer through my terror. “I didn’t - These were here when I woke up!”
However, he just gives me a disbelieving look before taking a step back and tears spring to my eyes, “How can you hate me this much when you don’t even know me?”
His face stiffens at my words, and I continue, half out of my mind with fear and grief, “I didn’t want this! I didn’t want to leave my family and my dad and m
