A scene from something I've been working on

I like to write my own stories now and again, and I am recently working on a few different things. Any feedback would be great. Enjoy!

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 Camille is 21, fresh out of university and working in the small book shop around the corner. Living in a small apartment she shares with Ivy, her best friend is safe and quiet, just the way she likes things. Ivy grew up with her Dad, as her mother died at birth... at least that's what her dad always told her. Going out with Ivy one night leads to more trouble than she expected, when she meets Chris. But it all leads to Sam. 

Sam is 24, and home after serving a few years in the army. He joined at the age of 20, unable to stay at home any longer with his abusive farther. Living in an apartment alone, except for his best friend Leo who is a regular for crashing on his sofa, Leo finds a job at an old bookstore. 

When a bad incident brings the two together, will they learn to trust? Or will secrets and the reason they find it hard to trust, tear them apart.

Sam meats Camille

Camille

“Chris, I have to go. I’m going to be late for work,” I replied as confidently as my shaky voice would allow.

Chris brought his face even closer to mine and narrowed his dull green eyes, “You mean you can’t hang out with me because you’d rather spend your time at that crappy book shop?”

“I work there, Chris. It’s not something I can change in a matter of minutes, and I like working there.” I wasn’t lying, I really did like working there. I’d rather work as a bin lady than spend time with Chris at the moment. We’d gone out on four dates before he started pushing me to do stuff that I wasn’t ready for… not with Chris anyway. I told him I wanted to take things slow, but he didn’t listen. So every Saturday morning he shows up at my doorstep as if I had already made plans with him. He’s not exactly easy to get rid of either.

“Just phone and say you don’t feel well. You agreed to go out on another date with me, and I want that date to be now.” His voice grew harsher and the hand holding my wrist tightened painfully, I found it hard not to let the whimper leave my lips.

“I’ll go on the date with you when I don’t have work,” I stated, not making eye contact. A loud ringing noise saved me. It was Chris’ phone.

“I need to take this,” he said looking at the caller ID and letting out a sigh of irritation. “Wait there.” He squeezed my already throbbing wrist once more, before turning around and taking a few steps towards his car. I moved my head to the right. I knew the book shop was about a five minute walk from here. I usually parked here when I was running late. I glanced back at Chris who was still captivated by the person on the other end of his phone. Could I run? Would he catch me? Is he a really fast runner? Could I out run him? These were the thoughts I should have probably considered before running, but I didn’t have time. My legs took me as fast as they could travel. I heard my breathing start to accelerate, more from panic than the running. I was nearly there when I looked behind to check if he was behind me, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. Checking one last time behind me, I felt my foot catch on a rough patch of pavement, my balance instantly faltering. I let out a cry and swear word as my hands slapped against the rough ground. I could feel the sting in my knees and palms, bringing tears to my eyes. The book shop was just around the corner. I pulled myself off the ground, sighing as I did so. How could I be so scared of a guy I had only been on a few dates with? Why did I agree to it in the first place? I questioned myself as I ran the last few steps, groaning at my new aches and pains.

As soon as I was inside the old book shop I let out a relieved sigh, and a strangled breath. I lent against the door, trying desperately to catch my breath and not let the tears fall from my eyes. I slowly slid down until I was sitting, resting my chin on my knees and wrapping my arms around myself. I wanted to make myself as small as possible and disappear from the rest of the world. I heard the footsteps before I saw them. Opening my tired eyes, I saw chunky, black boots. My gaze slowly travelled up the long legged person in front of me, before meeting a pair of very beautiful, very concerned blue eyes.

“Are you okay?” The God like man asked in a deep husky voice. I watched his full lips form the words. Did every word sound so beautiful coming from his mouth? He crouched down and raised an eyebrow as if waiting for me to say something. Wait, I was supposed to answer him! I was already acting like a complete idiot.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Are you sure? You don’t look okay…”

“I was running and I… err... I tripped.” Great, now I look like more of an idiot.

A ghost of a smile appeared on his gorgeous face, and I instantly wanted to make him smile again. “I guess I should look at the ground when I run.” I looked up to find an even bigger smile, his dark, messy hair falling into his eyes. I heard my quick intake of breath as I stared at the wonderful curve on his face.

“I’m Sam. I just started working here a couple of days ago.” He held out a hand for me to shake, which I quickly accepted. As his large, warm hand enclosed mine and gently squeezed, the pain from falling earlier quickly came back. Sam must have noticed me grimace, as he was quick to let go.

“I knew you weren’t fine. Did you hurt your hand?”

Sam gently took my hand in his, examining it with an amazing amount of concentration. I looked down at my hand and noticed the graze that was bleeding.

“I think we should clean these cuts, er...” I looked at him with question in my eyes, before realising he was waiting for my name.

“Camille, but most of my friends call me Cami,”

“Wow, that’s beautiful.” His words were a whisper and a slight blush covered his cheeks. He quickly broke eye contact and placed his hand under my elbow to help me up. 

Sam 

 Camille