It took me about thirty seconds of staring at my empty hand to register what just happened. It was stuck in the claw-like position like it expected the phone to miraculously reappear. One second it was there and the next, it was gone. It was like, poof, bye-bye phone.

My sloth-like reflexes didn't even give me enough time to try to pull it away.

I felt the back of the couch shift a little as two large hands strangled the cushion behind my head near my shoulders. If Cameron wanted to, I bet he could have picked up the whole couch with me still on it and toss it through the sliding glass door without much effort.

This was going to be bad.

I did not want to turn around to look at him. His white knuckles had already given his mood away. His face would be much worse.

But, being the absolute dumbass I was, I turned around to look at him anyway.

Cameron was leaning over top of me, ready to explode. His breathing was erratically harsh, causing his chest to rise and fall too quickly. He looked down at me furiously and shook his head in disbelief.

"Cameron...I..." I started.

"No, don't even." Cameron pointed down at me.

I spun around and climbed up to my knees on the couch in front of him. I tried to place my hand on his arm, but he yanked it away from me before I could touch him. He stormed down the hall to the bedroom without saying anything else to me. He paused outside the door just long enough to start slamming his fist against the door frame. The sound was deafening as he hit it again and again.

I untangled my limbs quickly and raced over to try to snap him out of it. He was going to hurt himself if he kept going.

"Cami, stop." I grabbed his arm as he brought it forward to hit the wall again. The only thing I managed to do was to grasp onto his skin like a leech. I moved my hand out of the way just in time before it was smashed into the wall with his.

What I did wasn't much, but it got his attention long enough to get him to drop his hands to his side. I snaked my body between him and the wall. I placed my hands on his chest to try to soothe him.

Cam turned his head down towards me and kept staring at me, blinking rapidly. It was like it took him a few seconds to realize who I was. His eyes were dark, full of sadness and cloaked in rage. He crossed the door threshold into his room, putting as much distance between us as he could.

I wasn't sure how much of the video he saw, but he had to see that the girl in the video was not the same girl standing in front of him. I was the real me and I would have never hurt him the way she did.

Couldn't he see me?

"Please let me explain," I begged him as I walked into the room behind him. He was opening drawers and pulling things out like he was looking for something. He walked over to his closet and opened it.

"Explain what? You said he stalked and forced you. It didn't look like you put up much of a fight Jess." Cameron accused as he stood in front of his closet, staring at the floor.

The only thing on the floor was his safe, where he kept all his work gear when he wasn't wearing it. He didn't have to work tonight. Was he just that lost right now that he thought he needed it?

"Cameron, I told you I didn't know what happened. I never said that he..." I began.

Cameron was across the room in front of me without warning. My breath caught in my throat when he stopped just short of knocking me over. I started to back away and he pinned me between his arms.

He was so upset and I had no idea how to make this better.

"How would you like it if I went over to see Kelly right now? Do you want me to take a video and send it to you so you can watch?" Cameron threatened as he pressed his body into me and locked his arms around me so I couldn't get away from him. His fingers were rubbing up and down against my back. They kept flexing against the fabric of my shirt like they were battling with his brain over control.

"Cameron, I messed up when I didn't tell you he was back, but that doesn't give you any right to treat me like this now. I told you everything I remembered. I'm sorry I didn't remember that happening. I blacked out after you left." I chastised and apologized at the same time as I laid my head against him. His heart was thundering inside his chest.

He shifted his hands to my shoulders and gently walked me backwards to the edge of the bed.

Cameron's gray eyes bore down at me like I was an utter waste of space. Cameron raised his finger like he was about to say something to me and bit the inside of his cheek. He held it back until he looked like it was causing him physical pain.

I had to convince him I didn't want what happened. I had to make things right between us.

"I swear that I'm not lying to you. Nathan planned this whole thing from the beginning. He knew what he was doing when he got me to go there that night. He said he knew exactly how to hurt you. Nate wants revenge. He is delusional. He really thinks you set him up when he went to jail." I cried, trying to clutch at him. I wanted him to fall to his knees in front of me and wrap his arms around me.

"I did." Cameron blurted out and ran his hand over his face.

"Wait, what?" My hands fell away from him. I didn't know what I was hearing. Going to Nathan out of fear of him exposing what he thought Cameron did and actually hearing Cameron confess were two different things.

I didn't expect it.

If I had any doubt about what I just heard, Cameron shattered it when he began to open his mouth again.

"I put him in jail. I set him up that night. I saw the girl soliciting when I was on patrol and paid her off to help me instead of taking her to jail. Once he was in the alley and handcuffed, I planted the heroin on him. I had to keep him away from you." Cameron didn't even appear bothered by his actions at all. In fact, he seemed proud of what he did.

"Why, Cameron? You know I don't want anything to do with Nathan." I didn't want to believe what he said he did was true. This had to be a sick joke he was playing on me, some lame Cameron Nash prank with a big gotcha at the end.

"Because no matter what you say or how hard you try to fight it, you will always find a reason to go back to him. You always have." Cameron accused.

"That means he still has the video of you doing it and will release it. I have to call Link to help us find a lawyer before this gets out. We need to stop him. Maybe we can pay him off to silence him." I gulped and started to climb to my feet. I started running through what I thought I had in my bank accounts right now. It should be enough to settle with him quietly, but I couldn't be completely sure with Nathan.

"Jessa, there is no video!" Cameron yelled at me.

"But he told me there was," I argued back.

"Have you learned nothing over the years of being around him? Nathan is a liar." Cameron threw his hands up in exasperation. "There never was any proof or he would have used it at trial or released it years ago to clear his name. Do you think I am that dumb to leave evidence behind? He played you, Jessa, and you let him. He knew what you would do."

"How do you know there's no tape?" I asked.

"Because I broke the bar's security cameras the night before and wasn't wearing a body cam. I'm not even listed as the arresting officer. Ron filled out the paperwork for me. I wasn't even on the clock that night. As far as the whole world knows, I was at home asleep in my bed when it happened." Cameron confessed.

"How could you do that?" I stepped back from him. The words coming out of his mouth didn't sound like my Cameron.

"I did it for you." Cameron frowned and pulled his eyebrows together.

"But you shouldn't have. What you did wasn't right, Cam." I shook my head at him.

"I did exactly what I needed to do." Cam walked over to his dresser and grabbed his keys. He started to walk out of the bedroom.

I followed him out into the hallway. He walked towards the closet near the front door, where he kept his coat.

"Where are you going?" I questioned.

"Out." He answered.

He opened the closet door to grab his leather jacket. He pulled the coat on over his shoulders before reaching back in to grab his helmet off the hook on the wall.

"Please stay with me. I'm still scared. I don't want to be alone." I crossed my arms and tried to stand in the way to block the door.

"Move, Jessa." Cameron scolded me as he stretched his arm behind me to turn the doorknob.

"No." I stood firmly in place.

He leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Don't wait up." He whispered in my ear as he scooted me out to the way to open the door.

I followed out after him into the freezing night air. He was climbing on his bike before I could stop him. What was he doing? It was like twenty degrees outside tonight. No sane person rode a motorcycle in this weather.

"Cameron," I called his name as he ignored me.

The temperature outside was dropping fast and I could smell the frost forming on the grass. I shivered as my blood froze in my body. The thin police academy t-shirt didn't offer much protection from the wind.

Cameron pulled his helmet on over his head and turned away from me. He kicked the stand up and started the bike, revving the engine a few times to warm it up before peeling out of the driveway.

Cameron left me alone again.