Trapped

Chapter19: Escapes

     The sun creaked threw the small cell window warming the sleeping pair awake. Camron sat up and stretched her arms, while Damon shook is head tiredly making his ears do that flappy dog-ear sound and yawned. She looked at him and spoke. Her tone was casual and matter of fact just like normal.
     "First time sleeping shifted?" He snuffed, blowing air at her face. He stood up making her fall backwards; she looked at the upside down wolf walking away. "Ass." His body started to contort looking disfigured as he began to shift she sat up and held her arm up strait over her head with his pants in hand. He took them and put them on.

     Damon turned and looked at her back. He was nervous to speak to her since last night. Hearing her cry like that had made him uncomfortable to speak to her. He cleared his throat trying to sound as normal as possible. But how was he supposed to be normal? All he had done since the day he had met her was scream and beat her. That thought made a wave of guilt wash over him and making him feel so sick he wanted to puke. How was he supposed to talk to her now? How was he supposed to act? He watched her lay down to bask in the warm sun. Was he the only one feeling awkward now? (Hey num-nuts! Stop over thinking and just speak!) Dontae barked irritated in his head.

     He cleared his throat walking over to her. Her chest razed and fell evenly as she lay with her eyes closed in the warm patch. She opened an eye looking at him as he sat next to her. Her booring green eye in the sun made him even more apprehensive, like she knew he wasn't asleep when she spoke last night. (For fuck sake man! Guilty conscience! Do it or I'm taking over!) Damon turned to look straight at her. "Eh-ah-um. How's your leg?" (Really? Really you moron, THAT'S what you come up with!) Dontae said in a you're an idiot tone. Damon replied back. (Yea well I don't see you coming up with any killer ideas either!)

       Camron had interrupted his mental argument speaking. "Hurts less than usual." Shocked Damon was relived to hear that and said a little hopeful. "That's good right?" It was like she didn't care when she spoke, or her mind was somewhere else.
    
     "I don't think so, just because I think I'm not going to pass out right now doesn't mean it won't get worse later." She looked up at his face. It was covered in dirt and his hair was a mess. His hard jaw line revealed sharp cheekbones like he had lost a scary amount of weight. He looked down cast after her statement. In her usual aggressive tone she said. "S'not your fault you know. Neither of us could have predicted an ambush." She sat up giving him a stern smile. "What matters right now is escaping and warning everyone. Got it?" His eyes widened and he snapped back to his old cocky self. "Your right."

     Just then the guard came in as usual, but this time was different. Instead of the regular gruel trays he pushed a wheel chair. He spoke at the cell door. "Lady its time to see the doctor." Damon snapped standing upright diving between her and the cell door snarling at the guard, Eyes darkening with all the fury in his body. He was going to do the right thing this time. He growled speaking. "If you dare come near her. I'll"- A shout cut him off "Damon!"

       He snapped back at her, suddenly realizing who was talking he instantly stopped. It was Camron glaring at him angrily.

     "Listen just because you helped me out last night does not mean we are close. You just kept me from catching hypothermia." Her words hurt but they were true. Life is not some fairytale where the girl will do anything for the guy. The guard shoved the chair into the sell to them.

     "However-" she continued, he looked at her with a stale expression. "For the time being we need to trust each other." He jerked his head to her in surprise. "There's one thing I hate more than anything else, and that's asking for something. Her voice was angry and embarrassed for what she said next. "Could you please help me get into the chair?"