Chapter 5
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She could feel it. The pounding sensation attacking her head, as she sleepily opened her eyes to find herself in bed. "God I hate hangovers.."
She sighed snuggling back in the covers when she stopped and opened her eyes wide. She wasn't in her room, and as she took a whiff of the pillow. It had a masculine smell of sweat, sandalwood and something else she couldn't think of.
Sitting up she looked around the room. It was pretty much plain, as she turned her head to the right to see a man sitting at a table drinking a shot of whiskey.
She looked down, and noticed that she had all her clothes on. She grabbed her chest in a sigh of relief. Okay so she wasn't raped but who was the fucker sitting there at the table at like 7am in the morning drinking alcohol.
Quietly she took off one of her tattered sneaker's deciding she would knock him out and run for it. She mentally slapped herself.
From the looks of it this guy was pretty strong. Like whacking him with a shoe was gonna save her. He would probably more likely laugh at her then cringe.
Looking over to the small table next to the bed she found a heavy looking bible. Well that was out of the picture. God would never forgive her for attacking a man with a bible but it probably would help her out.
Then she noticed a lamp. She grinned. The lamp would get her butt out of this. She grabbed it and picked it up gently and started to walk out of the room.
She could feel her heart beating a million miles per second as she walked closer and closer to the mysterious figure.
John sat there drinking his whisky as he sat there most of the night drinking away. He would also look towards the bed to find the woman that he slept with thousands of times in his dream's laying there.
God she looked so good on his bed he would think to himself most of the night. So this was what she looked like in reality.
He couldn't help but smile amused at her antics yesterday from being drunk when he took her home.
He heard a small creaking noise behind him as he turned around. Before he knew it, he felt the lamp slam into his face as he crumbled to the floor groaning and cursing as he opened one eye to find the mysterious girl screaming as she started to run for it.
He couldn't let her escape but he felt his head swimming as he got up and started going after her as he felt blood dripping down his forehead.
She was at the door trying to open it but it wasn't budging. Before she knew it she was tackled to the ground by the mysterious and sexy man. "NO! Bad thoughts Cameo! Get this psycho off of you! NOW! But she could hear her darker side talking. "No take me! Take me now you sexy animal!"
But no luck, her better side won. She tried to shove him off of her as they wrestled on the floor. "Get off me you fucktart! Get off me now!", as she tried to kick him where the sun don't shine but he managed to escape her foot.
"Listen, will you shut up! I don't want to hurt you!", as she continued to struggle. "I will scream rape! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE!", as John rolled his eyes.
"Please this is pretty much the all the neighbors here. I mean this is fucking LA!", as she glared at him. "That's not funny!", as she tried to knee him again.
Since that wasn't working cause he was able to twist her legs around so she couldn't move them she did the next best thing. Getting her hand out of his grip she slapped him. She slapped him hard.
John glared murder at her as he shoved her back on the floor. "You are one crazy bitch..", he murmured as she glared back.
"Well you're a shit head but you can't help it. ITS IN YOUR NATURE!", she screamed in his ears as he shut his eyes trying hard to block her out and not strangle her.
"Listen. I do not want to hurt you. I just want to talk to you. Okay?", as she stopped her struggling and looked at his eyes. She knew he was telling the truth but to make a precaution. "Okay…but if you try anything I have pepper spray in my bag with your name on it", she whispered as John smirked at her once again amused.
He sat up still holding her down as he felt a bout of dizziness go through him. God he hated that lamp now, as he wiped away the blood from his forehead.
He knew it was a small scratch so there wasn't much to worry about. Taking her hand he helped her up, as she took her hand from his glaring at him.
Turning around to pour himself another drink she stuck her tongue out at him, as he stuck his finger at her not even having to turn around to know she was doing shit behind his back.
Cameo's eyes widened as glared at his hand giving him both fingers as revenge. All John did was just shake his head amusingly.
Cameo walked behind him as he sat down trying not to step all over the ceramic pieces of his broken lamp.
"You have to buy me a new lamp", as Cameo rolled her eyes. "You deserved it! You kidnapped me!"
"So? You point being? You still broke my lamp. That just can't be forgiven", as Cameo rolled her eyes. "Now your just being stupid…", as she slapped his shoulder sitting next to him.
"So what do you want from me Mr…?"
"You don't remember my name?"
"Well if you happen to forget I was pretty smashed last night and I kinda forgot", her voice becoming sarcastic again.
"John Constantine", as he offered her a small glass of whiskey. Cameo's eyes widened as she shook her head.
"Your John Constantine?", as he nodded his head swallowing the drink.
"Oh shit…", she murmured looking at him.
Well that was the next chapter! Hope you guys liked the smashing of the lamp part! Please review! Any suggestions are more then welcomed! Sorry for the short chapter!
