Page 44 of Hear My Heart


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I threw my car in park and climbed out, focusing on the fighting couple. My eyes bucked seeing Camilla shove Dylan. Looking closer, it looked like he had scratches on his face too. “I’m so sick of your shit! You don’t give a fuck about me!”

He grabbed both of her arms and shook her. “Stop putting your damn hands on me before I hit your ass back!”

“I wish you would. Get off me!” She shrugged out of his hold.

I wasn’t sure what to do. Creed had told me the two argued frequently so maybe this was normal for them.

“You need to calm down and listen to me.”

“I’m tired of listening!” Camilla bellowed. “It’s always the same shit. Do you think I want to be a girlfriend for the rest of my life? If you don’t want me, let me go, Dylan! I’m sure I can find someone more than willing to lock me down!”

His face twisted and his nostrils flared. “You’re not going any fucking where. I never said I didn’t want to marry you! I just told you now’s not the time!”

“Then when?” She yanked away from him. Her face was red and tears ran down her rosy cheeks. “Tell me when!”

Dylan stayed quiet. I looked around. There were things scattered around the yard and now it looked like a few people were coming out of their houses to see the commotion.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly approached them. Even if this was normal for them, they didn’t need to keep letting everyone in their business.

“Camilla, honey. Calm down,” I said softly, placing my hand on her shoulder.

She spun around and stared at me in shock, as if she hadn’t even realized I had been here this whole time.

“I’m glad you’re here.” She roughly swiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Let’s go.” She darted past me hastily.

“Camilla, man, hold up!” Dylan protested, attempting to go after her.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” she shrieked and yanked away from him. “You don’t love me like I love you and it’s obvious Dylan! Fuck you!” She looked deranged as she yelled and veins bulged on her forehead.

“Hey, maybe you should let her calm down some,” I suggested.

Dylan turned to face me with a blank expression. His jaw clenched and he turned to look at Camilla again who was now opening my passenger side door and climbing in the car.

“Yeah a’right,” he said before turning and walking to the house, not bothering to pick up the scattered things on the ground. Noticing a purse a couple feet away from me, I walked over and kneeled to pick it up.

I turned, walked to my car, and climbed back in.

“Here.” I handed her the purse but she was too busy typing on her phone. Her nails clicked rapidly on the screen as her fingers moved viciously. Her breathing was heavy and every so often her cheeks poked out.

“I swear I can’t fucking stand him!” she shouted once we were out of her driveway and heading down the street. She tossed her phone on her lap and swiped her long, thick, honey blonde loose curls out her face.

I glanced at her quickly then faced the road again.

“You want to talk about it?” I asked.

Her leg bounced wildly as she stared out the window, wiping her eyes every so often. She sniffled and pushed out a deep breath.

“Dylan just doesn’t get it. He never fucking gets it!” She picked her phone up and tapped the screen a couple times. Her eyes scanned the screen before her fingers started flying again. I knew she had to be texting Dylan. I’d never gotten in a blow up like this with a boyfriend before. Me and Rome argued sometimes but never to this extent. I wasn’t sure how to approach the situation.

When she was finished, she dropped the phone again. “Just answer me this. He doesn’t hit you, does he?” I asked, remembering the scratches on Dylan’s face.

Her head whipped in my direction before she choked out a laugh. “Hell no. He isn’t crazy.” She dropped her eyes to her hands and balled them. “I need to stop putting my hands on him, but sometimes I just get so mad I can’t help it.”

Her tears started falling again and it made my chest ache. I hated seeing people upset around me.

“C’mon, girl. Don’t cry.” I reached over and grabbed her leg, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Sorry, girl. We’re supposed to be having a fun day and here I am crying and shit.” She laughed.