He looked straight into Cameron's eyes. House was hoping to catch her in a lie, anxious to see her vacillating before the truth, desperate to receive a new cargo of ammo to put her out of her misery.
"I can't answer that question, House," said Cameron with a tone of voice that was bursting with fear.
"Yes you can, you only need to open your mouth and say 'yes' or 'no'," mocked House.
"It doesn't matter if I say yes or no, House, you just want to use my response against me. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction to ridicule me."
"Don't be stupid, Cameron, I can ridicule you at any time of the day. I can say that you like me because your father was an absent figure during your childhood, I can say that your mother tried to transform you into a perfect being and that you are trying to do the same thing with me, I can say that you were molested as a child and that's because you like older men, I can say… "
"Shut up, House," shout Cameron full of anger.
Why is he doing this to her, why can't he acknowledge her love as a pure emotion, why does he think that she's a fool for looking comfort on his arms?
Cameron never asked anything about his past, she accepted his dark nature the moment she met him, but House… House wanted an explanation for the inexplicable. She just wanted a fresh start for her life, was that too much to ask?
"Why do you keep sleeping with me if you think that I'm damaged goods, why are you doing this to me, House?" asked Cameron while hiding her tears.
"Excuse me; you are the one who keeps banging at my door every night. I'm not a stupid man, Cameron, if a beautiful girl like you wants to do kinky stuff with me I'm not going…"
He should have known that she was going to slap him in face. All that sadness inside her couldn't be sustained forever; the human body wasn't built to support the damages these kinds of situations tend to provoke.
At least the sting on his cheek was keeping him from thinking about the pain that was devouring his leg right now.
Cameron had to get away from him immediately. She couldn't stay one more second in a place that was full of angst, full of misery, full of demons; Cameron wouldn't survive another day in hell and she knew it.
After getting up from the couch, Cameron picked her clothes from the living room's floor and with a fast pace she got out House's apartment, slamming the door behind her.
"Does this mean that you won't come tomorrow?" asked House before finishing the bottle of scotch.
Wilson was already sleeping when the tune of his cell phone woke him up. He tried to ignore the atrocious sound that was spreading threw the air by putting his pillow over his head, but the person on the other side of the line refused to hang up, knowing very well that Wilson was just being lazy.
He cursed the person that was disturbing his much deserved sleep when he glanced at the clock next to his cell, no one in his perfect mind would call him at three in the morning.
This better be an emergency," thought Wilson, picking up the phone to answer it.
His jaw fell on his lap when he saw the name of the person that was calling him on the cell's panel. "House, do you know what time is it? I had just fallen asleep when…"
.Wilson interrupted himself to rub his eyes with the hand that was free. A sad smile appeared on his lips. "Oh, God, you slept with Cameron again, didn't you?"