Mature themes are implied, guys. This is the chapter that will fit the T rating.
Massively important AN at the bottom of the chapter.
I heard the front door slam and I knew Josh was home. After getting back from the agency and having a relatively good day, I'd baked cupcakes and I couldn't wait to show my boyfriend that I hadn't inherited my mother's poor cooking skills.
"Hey babe" I felt Josh sliding his arms around my waist.
"Hi Josh!" I squealed and turned around in Josh's arms, reaching in for a kiss.
I felt a sharp sting on my left cheek.
He...hit me...?
I raised my hand to my cheek and rubbed it to try and calm the inflammation down.
"J-Josh...did...you..just...hit me?" I stuttered.
He cackled, "Of course I did you little bitch, why wouldn't I?"
My jaw dropped.
"B-b-because you l-love me?"
Josh just laughed even more, "Love you? Gosh no. How could I love a slut?"
I tried not to cry, but it was too hard. Even with all of my spy training and being able to withstand interrogation, this was too much.
...he doesn't love me.
...he's never loved me.
...I'm a slut?
...why?
"What? You're surprised? Oh you stupid whore. I've never 'loved' you. You were hot. You were hard to get. It took me a year to get into your pants because you wanted to keep your virginity 'intact'. And now, finally you can be seen as the slut you really are. Liked last night did you? A little too much? That's slutty behaviour. And I can't be having that from my 'girlfriend', can I?"
I was shocked. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. All I could do was stand there, rigid, looking directly into his fiery eyes as his breath blew into my face.
His hand raised and I flinched away automatically. Instead of his hands ending up on me, he threw the tray of cupcakes I had made to the ground.
"What are those? Cupcakes? More like a joke"
"I baked them" I gulped slowly.
"I can tell"
He used to be so nice.
"Your cooking has always been awful"
He used to give me chocolates.
"You were so bad in bed last night"
He used to tell me how beautiful I was.
"Your face is ugly. Your body just about makes up for it"
He used to take me out for dinner.
"You'd be so much hotter if you wore actual makeup instead of that cheap stuff you get from the supermarket"
He used to cuddle with me if I was sad.
"You need to wear better clothes"
He used to take care of me when I was ill.
"You're so thick, you can't even read a shopping list"
He used to buy me little things as a treat.
"You eat too much. Gosh, you're so fat"
He used to sing to me.
"You spend all of my money on your stupid crap"
We used to be so good together.
"Bitch" With one final bang, Josh exited the room.
I guess that's gone now.
"Cammie...Cam?" I heard whispers in my ear.
Fingers were being snapped in front of my face and I being shaken.
"Are you alright?"
It was just a dream. A daydream, but still a dream.
Shame it actually happened.
I nodded and the person stopped shaking me.
Oh wait, it's Zach.
"How was daydream land? It looked like it was getting pretty scary and emotional in there" He said in what I hoped was genuine concern.
"It was fine" Please drop it, please drop it.
"If you say so" Phew.
We'd arrived at the airport a couple of hours ago and had got on the plane without any hassle. I'd ran a quick bug check in and around our seats and found it clear, but you never know who's listening in.
So, we assumed our roles. Me as Tiffany St James - private therapist with a snobby attitude, and Zach as Justin Smith - avid golf fanatic and owner of an expensive country club.
As our roles dictated that the two of us were dating, we were 'cuddling' in our seats, holding hands and pecking each other's cheeks. (And no, that isn't a big deal. I had to do this will Squirrel Guy, so I think I can cope with Zach for a plane journey to London)
"Oh Tiffany dear, look at this gorgeous ring. I think you'd love it" Zach not so subtly shoved the magazine he was browsing in my face.
I pretended to be delighted by the idea. "Oh Justin, isn't that just beautiful?"
Zach grinned, "Yes dear, but you are more beautiful than any mere ring"
I gushed at Zach, "Justin, you certainly know how to make a girl feel good about herself" I giggled.
"Anything for you, my Tiffany"
Deciding that the rather stomach churning display of verbal PDA we were showcasing was enough, I decided to get some sleep.
Would Zach have that? No he wouldn't.
Pros and Cons of sitting on a plane with Zach Goode: A list by Cameron Morgan (and the 'occasional' input from the aforementioned Zach Goode)
Con: He eats noisily.
Pro: He offers me food. Actual food - and not the "low fat stuff most chicks eat".
Con: He is generally annoying.
Pro: He's "damn sexy".
Con: I have to pretend to be in a, seemingly, very public relationship with this guy.
Pro: I "totally wish I was dating the said guy anyway so it shouldn't really make a difference"
Con: He won't let me sleep on the plane because he is too much of a child to know how to entertain himself.
Pro: Being awake means that I'm "totally ready for any attack"
Con: Being an operative means secrets, but Zach seems to take this a little too seriously. "I'm sorry, but you can't know my favourite colour. Who knows, some organisation might use that against me in an interrogation. Can't be too careful"
Pro: At the end of the day, the less I know about this boy, the better.
Con: He flirts. And by flirts, I mean flirts. With me.
Pro: This flirting is the first amount of half-decent male attention I have had in years.
Con: He's a boy.
Pro: He's a boy.
I. Need. Sleep
AN: This story is meant to have morals. And one of those is that Cammie gets emotional.
She isn't some headstrong, fearless spy who can take on anyone. She is a normal girl who just happens to know a number of ways to kill a guy with an eraser. So she can't just kick Josh's butt, because like any normal person, she has fallen in love with someone. And like most people who suffer from this kind of abuse, they still love the partners inflicting the abuse. Also notice how I kept that gender neutral.
People on here to realise that she is written in the GG books as an introvert; the girl who doesn't want to be seen. She actually does cry and she actually does feel things. She makes mistakes, but she learns from them. She's not sassy, but on occasion she can come back with a sarcastic remark or two.
So as you are reading this story, please bear that in mind.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!