Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty One

"What'd you say to him?" He questions. "I saw you. You were talking to him, what'd you say?"

"Cameron, it doesn't matter." I convince, or try, convincing him, gripping the steering wheel.

"I just want to know." No shit, I can tell.

"I was apologizing for my oh-so-rude boyfriend who's now interrogating me from the passenger side of my car like I did something wrong." He shuts up, pursing his lips together, and looking out of the window. "See, now you're mad at me. Don't do that."

"I'm not mad." He simply states. I smack my teeth together and glance over at him. "I didn't mean to be rude to him, I just didn't like the way he grabbed you like that. He looked like he was hurting you..."

My posture becomes sloppy as I let my shoulders droop. "He wasn't hurting me, Cam. He was stopping World War 3 from happening, and I'm glad he did."

He laughs and takes my hand in his. For a moment, I think I'm going to lose control of the wheel, but I gain leanency. "We should do something."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Like what?"

He smiles and lightly squeezes my hand. "Go out to eat, picnic, walk in the park."

"Not with those crutches. I say we just hang out at your place." And that we do. We laugh, and smile, and joke around. And kiss. And although we do a lot of these things, we never get tired of kissing.

Around 5 in the afternoon I get home. My mom and brother are sitting at the dining room table, eating silently.

"Hey," I murmur, pulling my hair into a pony tail and erasing any sign of happiness caused by the boy my family hates. I've decided not to come out and tell them about Cameron. It would only make things worse. I'm not sure when I'd even tell them, considering things between me and my mom aren't the greatest right now, and my brother and I are on rocky terms as well. They don't answer me, which confuses me, giving my heart a slight churn, disconnecting a few cords along the way.

"Is - is everything okay?"

Collins watery eyes pierce up at me. "You .... your dad called again."

And suddenly, things crash. Not just my heart crumbling into a million unfathomable and uncountable little pieces, but my mind, too. Molding away into dust as those words bounce off of the barriers of my mind. Why does he keept doing this? It's like nonstop torture. And the bitter happiness he gets from it. It makes my skin cringe and heart rattle in uncomfortable ways.

"What .. what happened?" I ask, trying to calm the bursting heart pounding and shattering throughout my body. "What'd you say? What'd he say?"

"He-"

"Collin..." He's about to continue, but my mom stops him, laying a shaky hand on his arm.

"Tell me," I squeal, heart in my throat.

Collin glances over to my mom before looking at me, clenching his jaw. "He wanted to speak to you."

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LATER THAT NIGHT

I called Cameron over around 10 since I couldn't sleep. He plays with my fingers smiling, as I lay oddly on top of him, being careful of his leg. He does something slick with my fingers before cupping them quickly, then letting them go. I laugh and bite my lip, training my eyes on our hands.

"I wish you could stay here forever." I mumble, letting the words fall from my lips.

"That would be nice," he responds. "Let's run away together." His words tug on my heart like hair connected to the scalp.

"Wherever could we go, Dallas?"

He ponders for a moment, looking up at the ceiling but still playfully linking then unlinking our fingers. "I hear LA is nice, actually. But New York sounds fun, too.." he adds, pointing out all of the possible run-away states. I smile and stare at how fascinated he looks. He stares down at me and smiles back. "What?" I consider telling him about how Dylan's from New York, but that would only crumble the moment and toss it into the fire.

"You're so fascinating." I simply state, making small circles on his chest. I look over at the clock and see it's 11:14. I look over at him and ask, "Are you staying?"

"Do you want me to stay?" I unexpectedly nod my head. "Let me up," he murmurs with a strong exhale. I slide off the rest of his body and watch as he struggles up. He reaches over his head and pulls his shirt off. I notice a couple bruises on his back and ribs. He turns around and notices my eyes burning through his marks. He smiles, sitting back down on the bed. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

I sigh through my nostrils and wrap my legs around his body, letting my arms slide around his waist. I kiss his back and lean my cheek against his shoulder. "What were you thinking when your car crashed?" I feel his body twitch and tighten, like he's experiencing it all over again. "You don't have to tell me." I kiss his shoulder blades in various places.

"I thought," he starts. "I thought about you, surprinsingly." I smile and close my eyes. It's a seemingly horrible story, but soothing to my ears. And it feels wrong in all the right ways. "About your eyes. And how they scrunch up when you smile. How they light up brighter than stars when you cry, or laugh so hard you might even cry. And how your hair gets in your face when you're taking tests in class, you always move it when you finish a question. Or, like, you bite your lip when thinking, or determined to make a statement. And you're so goddamn stubborn. It's annoying, you know that?" I laugh and connect my fingers. "How you smile at my corny jokes. And laugh in a kiss. And you think so much, I don't get why you do that."

"Maybe I'm smarter than you." I tease, poking my finger inside of his belly button.

"Hey," he warns. His fingers reach behind me and search around for my body. "Come here."

I do as he says and crawl in front of him. He takes my tiny waist in his grasp and kisses my stomach. He rolls my tank top up a bit, planting kisses on my bare skin and sending chills up to my lips, tingling them with 2000 volts of electricity. I bite down, trying to control the sensation. He looks up at me seductively before fiddling with my sweatpants tie. He unties it and pulls them down slowly with his index fingers. I run my fingers through his hair, letting small and silent breaths slip from my lips and fall into the air. He tugs at my tank top before pulling it over my head and pulling me onto his lap by my waist. "Fuck." He winces and laughs a bit.

"Sorry," I adjust myself and check his leg. "Are you okay?" He laughs and nods. His lips connect to mine and my heart melts like ice cream on a hot summer day. The tip of his fingers run up and down my back, occasionally tipping my bra. He makes trails of kisses down to my neck and inhales my scent as I grip his hair in between my fingers. He leans back, wincing in pain.

"You should rest. We don't want you getting hurt making out or anything." I tease, climbing off of him. He groans and sits up.

"That's not fair, babe." He complains, palming the bed.

I giggle and peck his cheek. "Let's get some rest." We settle ourselves in my bed and Cameron kisses the top of my head. His voice lowers to a serious tone, and the conversation drifts somewhere I begged it not to go.

"I won't let him hurt you, Leighton."

I close my eyes, shutting out what my mom and brother told me earlier about my dad. "I know, Cam."

"I'm serious Leighton. I'd kill anybody that hurts you." I snuggle my head into his warm chest. I really don't want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it. I just want to erase my shit dad from existence but I know that's nearly impossible to do. "I want you to be safe."

"I am safe," I think and let my words process faster than my brain. "With you."

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A/N: I never really upload anymore lol sorry .