Hate is the boiling feeling Camille was feeling for Hannibal right then in
her desk. Her face was pale and heavily drenched in angry hot tears.
Questions were running through her mind. How did he know about Calvin?
How did he know about her undying love for him? How did he know about the
days they spent together in total bliss? How dare he bring those personal
times up when she was helping him? Why did Calvin have to die any way? It
was so long ago yet it feels like is it just happened yesterday..
-Flashback-
*Camille and Calvin stumble out of a flashy city bar called Silver Liquid.
NYC 1998*
Camille: *laughing* That was HILARIOUS! Did you see her face when you poured your martini down her dress? What a bitch!
Calvin: Yeah! I know she slapped me though and it hurt! A lot. (Rubs cheek)
Camille: Ohhhh poor baby! Maybe if I kiss it, it will feel better. (Pecks Calvin on the cheek)
Calvin: (Grins evilly) Oh yes I do feel better already!
Camille: (giggles) I am glad you do!
Calvin: Um Cam I-I have to tell you something...
Camille: (smiles sweetly) yes darling?
Calvin: (stops smiling) Camille LOOK OUT! (A man tries to grab Camille)
Camille: (dodges the man) WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!
Man: Well nothing but I was hopping to be able to do you bitch (smiles menacingly)
Camille: (shocked with horror) You BASTARD stay away from me (backs into Calvin)
Calvin: Umph! (glares at man) You little fuck! That is no way to speak to a lady! You better stay away from her or else...
Man: Or else what? (points gun at Calvin) Don't feel so tough anymore do you big guy? Cant protect your little bitch can ya?
Camille: Oh Calvin darling! (reverts to man) Please don't hurt him!
Man: (Smirks at Camille) Well I can think of one way you could save your little bastard. (slides hand down Camille's thigh)
Camille: (pushes hand off in disgust) How dare you! You sick son of a bitch!
Man: (in rage hits Camille unconscious) Little bitch should learn her manners!
Calvin: YOU BASTARD! (runs to Camille) Are you ok darling? Oh God she's unconscious! That's little fuck is gunna pay!
Camille: (wakes up) Whats going on Calvin? CALVIN NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Calvin: (gets up and punches man) You bastard how DARE you even TOUCH my girl??? With your FILTHY ASS HANDS!! (punches man's jaw)
Man: (enraged takes gun and pulls trigger) I do what I please.(walks off)
Camille: OH MY GOD CALVIN!! (runs over to Calvin and holds him)
Calvin: Camille I-I love you..
Camille: (cries) I love you t-to
Calvin: I need to t-tell you something-
Camille: Hush you shouldn't talk I need to call the ambulance I saw a phone booth over there
Calvin: no! Don't go, please. Face it I m going to die!
Camille: NO! Don't say that!
Calvin: Please Camille I must tell you something (breathes heavily) Hannibal.knows.me.you.run..
Camille: (looks confused) What? Who is Hannibal? Calvin? Calvin???? NO!!!!!!! (Cries uncontrollably)
It started to rain when Camille went to the payphone and sobbed to the police what happened then called her good friend Clarice. -End of Flashback-
Camille gasped when she remembered Calvin's last words that disturbed her so. That for years forced herself to forget. Then Clarice's reaction, Clarice hasn't talked to her sence! Camille grabbed a Kleenex tissue and wiped her tears away. Then put on new mascara and went back to work.
-Flashback-
*Camille and Calvin stumble out of a flashy city bar called Silver Liquid.
NYC 1998*
Camille: *laughing* That was HILARIOUS! Did you see her face when you poured your martini down her dress? What a bitch!
Calvin: Yeah! I know she slapped me though and it hurt! A lot. (Rubs cheek)
Camille: Ohhhh poor baby! Maybe if I kiss it, it will feel better. (Pecks Calvin on the cheek)
Calvin: (Grins evilly) Oh yes I do feel better already!
Camille: (giggles) I am glad you do!
Calvin: Um Cam I-I have to tell you something...
Camille: (smiles sweetly) yes darling?
Calvin: (stops smiling) Camille LOOK OUT! (A man tries to grab Camille)
Camille: (dodges the man) WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!
Man: Well nothing but I was hopping to be able to do you bitch (smiles menacingly)
Camille: (shocked with horror) You BASTARD stay away from me (backs into Calvin)
Calvin: Umph! (glares at man) You little fuck! That is no way to speak to a lady! You better stay away from her or else...
Man: Or else what? (points gun at Calvin) Don't feel so tough anymore do you big guy? Cant protect your little bitch can ya?
Camille: Oh Calvin darling! (reverts to man) Please don't hurt him!
Man: (Smirks at Camille) Well I can think of one way you could save your little bastard. (slides hand down Camille's thigh)
Camille: (pushes hand off in disgust) How dare you! You sick son of a bitch!
Man: (in rage hits Camille unconscious) Little bitch should learn her manners!
Calvin: YOU BASTARD! (runs to Camille) Are you ok darling? Oh God she's unconscious! That's little fuck is gunna pay!
Camille: (wakes up) Whats going on Calvin? CALVIN NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Calvin: (gets up and punches man) You bastard how DARE you even TOUCH my girl??? With your FILTHY ASS HANDS!! (punches man's jaw)
Man: (enraged takes gun and pulls trigger) I do what I please.(walks off)
Camille: OH MY GOD CALVIN!! (runs over to Calvin and holds him)
Calvin: Camille I-I love you..
Camille: (cries) I love you t-to
Calvin: I need to t-tell you something-
Camille: Hush you shouldn't talk I need to call the ambulance I saw a phone booth over there
Calvin: no! Don't go, please. Face it I m going to die!
Camille: NO! Don't say that!
Calvin: Please Camille I must tell you something (breathes heavily) Hannibal.knows.me.you.run..
Camille: (looks confused) What? Who is Hannibal? Calvin? Calvin???? NO!!!!!!! (Cries uncontrollably)
It started to rain when Camille went to the payphone and sobbed to the police what happened then called her good friend Clarice. -End of Flashback-
Camille gasped when she remembered Calvin's last words that disturbed her so. That for years forced herself to forget. Then Clarice's reaction, Clarice hasn't talked to her sence! Camille grabbed a Kleenex tissue and wiped her tears away. Then put on new mascara and went back to work.
