Defiance

Chapter 3- Realize

Cameron POV

As I heard the front door shut behind Devon everything hit me at once. It was MY house. MY party. MY guests. MY crush. So it had to be MY fault. I had told myself when I started inviting people that I wouldn't invite many people, so nothing would get out of control or anything bad happen. Now look, I didn't pay attention to the massive number of uninvited people who were showing up and now the one girl who had my herat could be hurt; or maybe worse. I decided I didn't want to think about it so I started to clean up before my parents could arrive early. I heard the phone ring right as I bent down to grab a garbage bag.

"Hello?" I answered

"Hey Cameron baby your father and I just jumped on the final jet home. We're in Dallas now. The San Antonio airport ride should only be about 50 minutes and we'll have Hugo pick us up from our airstrip and drive us the ten minutes home. We'll see you in about an hour give or take okay?"

"Okay. See ya in a bit. Bye, love you."

I hit the end button with a sudden sense of urgency and panic. I had so much to fix and clean up, and only an hour to do so. I started picking up the trash and throwing it into bags and running it out to our personal dumpster out behind the shed. The garbage part took a matter of 10 minutes. I had to do a huge sweep of every room of every level to be sure no drugs were left. I found stashes in each bathroom on the 2nd and 1st floors. (Every door on the 3rd floor was locked except mine, which was still clean.) I pulled out a vacuum cleaner and vacuumed almost at the speed of light. or so it felt.

Once the house was clean and orderly again I went upstairs, with only a matter of moments left, and changed out of my clothes which smelled like liquor and drugs and threw them in the washing machine. I ran, almost naked except boxers, to my room and changed into pajamas to makae it seem like I was having a boring night.

I went back to the first floor and started making a bowl of cereal when my parent walked in. Thats when I remembered. THE BROKEN DOOR! I couldn't think of any good excuses, and I had only seconds before they'd see it.

"Cammy!!!" My mom shrieked in her high pitched voice.

"We've missed you so so much!" She said as she began to pepper my face with kisses. Instinctively I pushed her away from me.

"I'm 18 mom, stop kissing me like I'm 2. Hey dad"

"Hey Cam. Anything happen? Anything break?" Of course. My dad was the money maker of the house, so he was always worried about the expenses.

"Yeah actually. I um-" I paused trying to think of a decent excuse.

"Spit it out!" He demanded.

"I um... I had to break open the guest room door on the 2nd floor. I accidentaly locked it and left my phone in there. Sorry."

"Oh my god I- Ugh. It's okay son. Just be more cautios next time. Did you forget where we put the spare keys?"

"To be honest dad I didn't know we had a spare key for that room." I tensed up, waiting, hoping he'd believe the lie.

"Okay. Just be careful from now on." He walked towards the elevator. "I'm going to bed."

"Oh, don't mind him Cammy. He's just cranky and sore." My mom cooed as she patted my arm.

"It's whatever. He's done worse." I cringed at the memories. "Hey mom?"

"Yeah sweetie?" she asked and tunred around before entering the elevator.

"Brynn... Is in the hospital. Can I go see her? I"ll call you when I get there."

"Of course sweetie. Be careful. I'm headed to ebd too. I'll see you tommorow."

"Okay. Night mom."

I ran up the stairs to my room and changed into black jeans and a plain white tee and maroon Vans. I ran back down stairs and grabbed my keys from their hook and grabbed my Northface jacket as I ran towards the garage. I clicked the "unlock" button on my keys and heard my car beep and unlock. I slid into the driver's seat of my Lamborghini Aventador. It was a slick black color with silver edging, black leather interior, and butterfly doors (doors that open by swinging upward) and sped off to the hospital at more than illegal speeds. Who catres if I get pulled over? My dad has the money to pay the ticket.

The long car ride was nearly unbearable, the second I turned on the radio the song "Stay With Me" by Sam Smith started playing and I could feel the tears well up in my eyes so I turned the radio off all-together. I pulled into the parking lot of the emergency room and easliy found a parking space and maneauvered into it, trying not to damage my car. I got out and locked the car as I sprinted away and towards the doors of the ER.

"Brynn McAllister. Drugged. She came in knocked out. I'm her- boyfriend." I lied. It was the only way I'd be able to get in. I hoped I'd be her boyfriend eventually. Does that count?

"Ah- okay just a second." sshe answered in a calm tone. "Room 371, third floor, the door will be on your left."

"Thanks." I half-whispered as I sprinted towards the stairs. The elavator would take to long so I resorted to the stairs instead.

371. 371. 371. 371. I kept repeating this number in my head with every step I took. I finally made it to the 3rd floor and located the room and stopped right in front of it. Reality finally crashed down on me. I could walk in and she could either hate me, or love me. Was there any in between? She's a complicated girl so there most likely is. I knocked three times on the door and waited. The door slowly opened and there stood Devon. His gelled hair was a mess, his eyes were puffy and red, his cheeks puffy, and his breaths uneven still had a small scent of beer on them.

"Wha-What happened? Is she okay?" I stammered.

"Ca-Ca-Cameron. I'm gl-glad you're here." He could barely gather enough air to talk. He walked out and shut the door softly behind him.

"S-sit down. Just for a min-inute. I need to fill-ll you in." He said as he tried to regain his breath. He gestured to the chairs in front of the door. I sat down and looked at him, my eyes filled with concern and worry.

"Cameron..." He started. He couldn't finish his sentence before he fell over the arm rest of his chair and collapsed into my lap and sobbed, on an on. I cradled him like a child.

The only thing I could think:

It's all my fault. She's not going to make it.

A/N note:

Okay. I actually had a ton of fun writing this. Thanks for reading!