Troubled With Tattoos

013: Ducky

Troubled with Tattoos

Chapter Thirteen:

Ducky

I grew more comfortable with the boys after we raced around till midnight. It was two o'clock in the morning and we were just putting away the karts. I still had to find a place to sleep. I hated to ask but he was the best option.

"Cam, can I crash at yours tonight?" I asked, watching as he took a drag of Austin's cigarette. He smirked with a smug look written all over his face.

"I knew you'd come around eventually." He grinned, slinging an arm over my shoulder. He smelt like smoke but I was used to it and managed to keep down my gags.

"So, come back to my place, and if you don't like it I swear I'll give you a full refund." His hair glowed in the night and his hazel eyes looked black in the dark. Luke chuckled from the side.

"He's still using those on you?" Luke asked with the boys trailing behind him.

"She's a keeper." He squeezed me into a little side hug and I could feel the air being stolen from my lungs. He let go reluctantly and I filled my lungs with air.

Austin stared with an unfamiliar look in his blue eyes. I couldn't help but scrunch my eyebrows a tiny bit in curiosity.

"Can I have that back?" Austin hissed. Cam took one last drag and handed it back to him.

We were quiet for a few minutes, just standing around. But then the same noise went off that seemed to scare only me. The same three gunshots that went off that night with Austin. 

"We need to go," Luke spoke, the look on his face was serious. The familiar feeling from back at the car garage that night came back. 

The boys shared a look, but it wasn't of worry or fright. Something told me they knew what was going on. They must know why there was always three shots and I was determined to find out.

I followed Cam to his car, the boys left in the other. We sped out of there fast, I nearly didn't have enough time to buckle up. I wasn't as scared as I was when I first heard the shots, maybe because now I knew I was safe with the boys.

"Who are they?" I asked. He gave me a side glance before running through a red light. I didn't know who 'they' were but I wanted to know. I wanted to know who attacked Austin that one night.

"Who?" He avoided eye contact which I made note of. He was trying to play it off as nothing.

"Don't play stupid. I know you know what's up with those gunshots." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"That was probably just some hunters, nothing to worry about." He shrugged off before giving me a sly smile.

"Hunters? There are no woods what so ever here." I couldn't help but slightly giggle at his stupid excuse. I covered it up fast. He never answered and the car filled with silence. He pulled into a small, two-storied home right behind Declan's car.

It was a cute home, their grass was probably the greenest I had ever seen. It was painted a dark red to match the neighbors.

However, I couldn't picture Camden living here. I followed the boys into the home which Declan led us to. A woman stood in the doorway of the living room who didn't resemble Cam one bit. She had a stern look on her face until she saw me.

"Violet, this is my mom. Mom, that's Violet." Declan introduced in the quickest way possible. Well, that's why she didn't look like Camden. She had long brown hair and dull silver eyes. She was aging and it left her lines on her forehead and bags under her eyes. Yet his mother's face still sparkled as she smiled brightly.