“Cameron, come on,” She huffs, still protesting. “It won’t get infected, I’ll clean it and all of that fun stuff.” Too sore to physically fight him, she sits down on the edge of the bed. “If someone is giving up information about myself and the Kosci then I need to get home and warn my father.”
Cameron frowned, huffing back. "Fine, because it's important, I'll drive you back. I want to make sure you're safe somewhere and not stuck walking or pitching a ride. Is that okay?" He gestured towards her toast. "For now, I'll change your bandages and give you extras so you know exactly what to cover your stitches with."
Ava sighs before nodding her head. This is as good as it’s going to get. “Yeah, that’s fine. I appreciate you giving me a ride,” She mumbles. Glancing down at the toast, she scowls. She sets the plate down and pushes it halfheartedly to the side.
"Yeah, you're welcome. Come on, try to eat a little bit. I don't want you passing out somewhere," He prompted lightly as he pulled extra gauze and bandages from his first aid kit and pocketing it to put with her bag, which was downstairs.
Still scowling, she picks up a piece of toast. The smell is making her nauseous. She steals a glance at him before taking a tiny bite. It takes a lot of will power but she manages to force herself to eat the entire piece of toast without gagging or throwing up. “Done.”
Cameron watched her with a squint the whole time, huffing a little when she finished. "Thanks. I'm ready to go when you are." He walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He made his way downstairs, where he threw the gauze and bandage into her bag and set it on the table.
No thanks for last night. That's Ava, He sighed to himself, shaking his head.
Ava sighs and watches him leave. There’s a very good chance that she made a mess of things when she did what she did last night. It was foolish of her but she’s too stubborn to admit that she was wrong. Once he’s gone, she gets herself ready as best she can. It’s an unpleasant expirance but it’s necessary. A few minutes later, she joins him downstairs. “Let’s go.” The sooner she warns her family about this, the better.
Cameron handed her the bag she brought with her, his shoes already on and his keys hanging from his big fingers. He was sipping on a cup of tea, pouring more into a thermos and tossing her his phone. It was on the Maps app.
"Type in the address I need to go to and we can head out." He poured a decent amount of honey and sugar into his tea, with a bit of cream.
Ava ruffles through her bag for a moment to make sure that she didn’t loose anything last night. Everything is there. She takes the phone from Cameron and types in the address. “You can just drop me off at the gates.” She doesn’t want him to have to interact with anyone. That would just lead to a lot of questions.
Cameron nodded and lead the way out, his shoes tapping the hard floors of his foyer as he opened his door for her and walked out to his car. He was frostily quiet as he locked his front door, opened the passenger door for her and got in. He started the car and glanced down at the directions once before leaning back with a sigh. This drive was going to suck.
Ava silently trails after him, knowing that this is going to suck. She royally pissed him off so it seems like she’s now getting the silent treatment. The drive is about an hour and a half so that’s only going to make this all the more awkward. She climbs into the car and gets buckled up, careful not to let the seatbelt touch her very tender wound.
Cameron set the car into gear and backed out of the driveway, looking back and setting for forward. It was all once constant route then they took a backroad for a while. How irritating. He drove a bit faster, squeezing the wheel with both of his hands with a sigh. He didn't say anything, just drove.
Ava looks out of the window, wordless watches as the scenery blurs by. This is driving her crazy. They usually talk to each other so the silence feels deafening. She’s tempted to apologize but she’s not sure that it would be well relieved. Though, she’s willing to try just about anything at this point. “Cameron, I’m sorry.”
Cameron didn't glance at her when she spoke like he usually did, just kept his set, angry profile on the road.
"It's fine," He grunted finally, frowning a bit more. She was sorry for him being right? That didn't make much sense, but he'd accept it. She should have been saying thank you.
Ava sighs and scoffs her foot against the floorboard. “I should have listened to you instead of being hardheaded,” It psychically pains her to apologize like this even though she knows that deep down he really is right. “And……thank you. You saved my life yesterday and you’ve always been there to look out for me even when I was being just plain stupid.”
"Yeah. You're welcome," was his simple, gruff answer. He paused at a sign and looked around before continuing. He didn't say anything else. She deserved the thoughts running through her head. No more words would be given to her, despite the struggle of not saying anything to her through the long hour and a half drive.
She dies a little on the inside at his response. Being ignored like this hurts her more than she’d like to admit. She fidgets uncomfortably before turning to stare out of the window again. Thankfully, the massive metal gates that signify the driveway of her home soon come into view. “You can just let me out here.” It won’t be fun to walk up the long as hell gravel driveway but she’s willing to suffer.
Soon for her was pretty long for him as he followed the instructions. He pulled up and sat back, crossing his arms. Leaving her out there was exactly what he'd do. He was confident she'd be fine. If not, she had her family and whatnot. He bunched his cheek up into his hand as he waited for her to get out, looking out the window.
Hopping out of the car, she approaches the security system set up. After scanning her eye and one of her fingers, she presses the speaker button. “Pomegranates, peaches, and plums.” She speaks clearly so that she’ll be understood. The security code is changed daily and is always random. Her reply is accepted and the gate swings open. She glances over her shoulder once before starting to head up the path.
Cameron wasn't looking at her, he just started his car again and drove away with a sigh. He pulled up some music on his phone and hooked it up to bluetooth. It was an old playlist he made a while ago as a teenager, so most of it was Russian podcasts or the occasional popular, pretty nice, song. He listened and relaxed with his memories with a slow sigh, as he followed the forestry path.
Ava makes it to the front door of the large stone mansion after a while of walking. Well, limping is more accurate. She knocks loudly on the door and waits. The maid opens it up after a moment or so. “Marcie, where’s my father?” She asks, stepping inside. “In his office, ma’am,” The woman answers politely before scurrying off. With a sigh, she heads down one of the hallways.
Cameron chuckled along with one of the gruff men's podcast he was listening to, flashing a quick smile. It was all so pleasant and laid back. He needed to go to Russia again. Suddenly he slammed on his breaks, inhaling slowly. He grabbed his phone, and with the Russian men still yukking away in his speakers, he pulled up a flight list.
He was going home.
Ava knocks lightly on the oak door that leads to her father’s office. She’s always hated this room and how uncomfortable it makes her feel. When a gruff voice commands her to enter, she does just that. “Hi, daddy,” She says, smiling a little as she walks over to the desk. “Don’t get mad but we have a bit of a problem.” She spends the next few minutes explaining everything.
Those few minutes he spent making calls and spending money getting his hands on the soonest first-class tickets. He wasn't sitting with the general American public anymore; he was sick and tired of it all. He needed a break, he needed to go home where things were simpler and everyone was just so much more polite. He sped off again once everything was sorted out. He could call his father when he was at his house again. He was leaving in a week. It felt too long to wait.
Things do not go over well. There’s a loot of screaming and shouting and rage fueled phone calls. She gets the hell out of dodge the second she gets a chance. Hopping on her motorcycle, she leaves the mansion behind her as she heads to the house. She needs to see Kreja. That dog is the only thing that’ll keep her calm and happy right about now. She’s missed him like crazy and can’t wait to see him.