His Lethal Love
Chapter 8

Present. Camille POV.

"Get the fucking doctor," Scott yelled impatiently as he carried the fainted Maura in his arms and raced toward the van. As soon as he approached the front door, I offered him a hand, but he refused and got inside before he put Maura on the couch.

The redness of her face caused me to frown. She looked like she was burning up. The urge to check her temperature made my hands tingle, but I knew I would look ridiculous. The worried Scott shook his head and ran his fingers through his messy hair in frustration.

"What happened to her?" I asked quietly, but he completely ignored me and pulled out his phone, scrolling through it.

"Is she pregnant?" Kat screamed across the van, and Scott snapped his eyes on him in disbelief. "I guess she's pregnant."

"Good news." I plastered a smile on my face as Scott narrowed his eyes at me.

Kat approached me, and I felt a sense of relief. Being alone with Scott and Maura made me feel uncomfortable and unwanted.

"How did she faint?" I asked Kat in a whisper.

"She has just started shooting when she collapsed on the ground," Kat replied, frowning. "She has been puking ever since she got up this morning, so I'm certain she is pregnant."

"I thought she vomited because of the coffee taste."

"It could be anything. Anyway, Scott and Maura have been trying to conceive for a year. If she's pregnant, it would be great news."

"Is she okay?" Archie and the doctor entered.

"She's burning up." Scott grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently.

The doctor checked Maura's body temperature and then said, "Please let me examine her, sir." He checked her eyes, and pulses and listened to her heartbeat with a stethoscope. "Is she taking medicine?" "Yes, she's taking vitamins every couple of hours," Kat replied quickly.

"Can you show me the vitamins she's taking?"

"Yes..." I nodded and fetched her all the vitamin bottles. "Here they are..." I handed them over to the doctor.

He adjusted his thick glasses and examined every bottle carefully. "Has she overdosed?" the doc asked me which caught me by surprise.

"Sorry..." my fingers were fidgeting.

"Has she overdosed?" he repeated and turned to Scott. "Who's taking care of her medicines?"

"Me..." I mumbled, and Scott narrowed his eyes at me, clenching his jaw tightly.

"How many pills did you give her, Cami?" Archie asked politely.

"Four..." I said and listened to their shallow breathing.

"High vitamin tablets may lead her to death." the doctor exclaimed, and I gasped. "She requires urgent treatment."

Scott clenched his hands into fists, glaring at me with hostility. "Do it fast, doc," he said with clenched teeth and charged at me.

I flinched and backed away from him. "I don't know..." my voice died when he grabbed me harshly by my jaw and slammed me into the cabinet, staring into my eyes. "I don't..." when I tried to speak, he gripped me harder and caused me intense pain.

"Shut the fucking up!" he roared, making me jolt. "I know you very well, Miss Davidson. I am well aware of your nasty tricks. This time, I won't let you win with your cheap ideas. You're such a vile woman..." he let me go with a sharp jerk. "Shit!"

"I swear I didn't do it purposely..." I choked.

"You're a fucking liar!" he growled.

"I'm not lying."

"You're fucking lying."

"I don't..." I swallowed.

"How can you prove it?"

"I don't know, but I'm not lying," I said firmly.

"Prove it, Miss Davidson." Scott gritted out, making me fidget.

"I don't have any proof."

"Ha!"

"I never lied," I mumbled and bit my nails tensely.

"Are you sure you're not lying?" Scott demanded, and I quickly bounced my head. "Kat, can you hand me Maura's favorite peanut butter?" Kat was puzzled, but didn't ask anything. and brought out a jar of peanut butter and handed it over to Scott. "Can you finish it, Miss Davidson?"

And my eyes popped out in shock. He knew very well I was allergic to peanuts, but still; he was asking me...

"Can you...?" Scott asked again, and I swallowed hard, eyeing the jar.

"I'm allergic to peanuts."

"I know." He spat, pushing forward the container.

"She won't do it!" Archie interrupted and snatched the jar away. "First, we must take Maura to the hospital."

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Scott said nothing and snatched the jar back from Archie.

"I'll finish it if it proves that I'm not lying." I grasped the jar from Scott's hands and uncapped the jar and scooped out peanut butter with a spoon before putting it into my mouth. As I struggled to swallow it, I scooped up another one and, little by little, put it in my mouth.

Despite knowing its side effects, I kept eating it. I knew it would swell my skin, eyes, and throat. Even though it would harm me badly, I kept eating it. My nose ran and my body started to shake uncountably. Wiping my nose with the back of my hand, I resumed eating. Everyone was watching the drama, but no one dared to help me.

I looked at Scott, only to replace a strange kind of satisfaction on his face. My suffering made him feel victorious. My suffering, my pain, and my helplessness. When my breath wheezed, Archie shouted, "Stop it, Camille."

Scott's expression changed to one of concern as I choked and coughed harder.

"Stop her!" I heard the doctor say. "She's only threatening her life."

I was about to take the last spoon in my mouth, but then a hand prevented me from eating. I raised my eyes at Scott, watching him with my blurry vision. "I won't let you die that easily," he whispered.

"Thank you," I said sadly, and suddenly the world sank into darkness.

"Camille..." Scott whispered with a hint of worry.

I opened my eyes and found that everything around me was pitch black. Swollen eyes made it difficult to see anything clearly. I was even experiencing difficulty swallowing. Every part of my body felt tingly and itchy. My body felt like it was crawling with ants, and I was itchy everywhere.

'Ugh...' I cringed when I slipped into my own puke. There was no way for me to leave because I had no idea where I was.

A deep voice whispered, and I spun toward it.

The sight of Samuel in front of me caused me to scream. 'Hey, baby.' He smiled, his lips, nose, and chest dripping with blood. He wore the same black tuxedo he wore to the prom.

I retreated quickly, shaking violently as he approached me.

'I'll hug you,' he said and extended his arms.

My voice was gone as I saw the dead person walking towards me. I shook my head in frustration as I was unable to scream out because my voice seemed to have gone. Samuel looked just like he had when he died. The white shirt was ripped from his arms, his tie hung around his neck, and his chest was ripped open, bleeding profusely. He looked like he had just emerged from a coffin. His appearance was horrifying.

'You killed me and now you are dying, bitch!' He hissed out. 'You'll die a cruel death.'

I clenched my hands into fists, looking around for help, but no one was in the sight. 'Don't...' I gasped. 'Don't come any closer to me!' I begged.

He smiled and kept strolling toward me. 'I gave you my heart, and you ripped it off my chest?' He said with clenched teeth, glaring at me.

'Ah!!!' I screamed out in horror when he shoved his hand into his chest and ripped out his organ.

It was his heart.

The next moment, an agonizing howl broke into the air as I closed my ears with my hands, crying harder.

"Camille...!"

"Camille...!"

"Camille...!"

"Wake up...!"

Samuel kept staring at me, and he was filled with hurt, pain, and hatred. 'Goodbye, Cami.' he smiled before collapsing to the ground flatly.

My eyes flew open as I stared at the white ceiling. I heard the beeps of the monitor next to my bed and the IV connected to my wrist. Glancing across the room, I discovered I was in a hospital.

"Thank heavens!" My eyes moved to Archie when he whispered. A relieved smile appeared on his face when our eyes locked. "Finally, you woke up."

"Was I sleeping?"

"You've been in a coma for two days."

"What?" I whispered. "What about Maura?"

He snapped his eyes at me, surprised by my question. "She's okay."

"And Scott?"

"You're still thinking about him." His jaw clenched. "He has no right to punish you like that."

"He hasn't punished me. I'm punishing myself." When I tried to sit up, Archie quickly stood up and helped me to lean against the bed.

"I trust you, Camille," Archie said, and I was flustered.

"Then don't trust me." I snapped and looked away from his beautiful blue eyes.

"Camille...!" The door flew open and Kat steered inside. "Thank goodness you woke up from a coma. You really scared the shit out of me."

I was genuinely happy to see Kat. "I'm happy to see you here, Kat." I smiled and glanced at Archie, who seemed a bit frustrated by Kat's presence. "You don't know how much you scared me. Can I hug you tightly?"

"Of course." I grinned, and he quickly embraced me.

"I already started to hate Scott fucking Martinez! What a cruel guy. I've never seen anyone as cruel as him. He is..."

"Get out of here!" When Scott's voice thundered into the room, I froze.