Try to Fix You (Cameron Dallas)

Part 17

I can barely feel my feet as I fly out of the house.

I don't even know where I'm going, but I can't be here.

"Megan!" I hear Cameron's voice behind me. I ignore it and run faster.

Unfortunately, he catches up to me and hugs me tightly.

"I hate my fucking life." I sob clutching the pill bottle in my hand.

"I'm so so sorry, Megan. This would have never happened if I was with you. I'm such an ass." He says, soothingly.

"No, Jake is right. I should just use the fucking pills and make everyone happy." I cry.

Cameron's grip tightens and I feel a warm liquid on my head.

"Megan, please don't ever say that. My life would be nothing without you." He whispers in my ear.

I look up at him and lean in connecting our lips. I kiss him passionately. I feel warmness in my stomach and for a second, I forget everything that happened.

The pill bottle clenched in my hand drops to the ground and I wrap my arms around Cameron's neck.

"I love you." I say releasing from the kiss.

"I love you way more." He replies.

We walk back to the car, hand in hand.

We hop in and drive home.

~

Hearing his voice over the old landline phone made a zoo in my stomach.

"So Brad, what's you favorite color?" I giggle. Brad is a guy I have a big crush on.

"Blue. You?" His faint voice says over the phone. As I was about to answer I hear someone barge into my room.

"Who the hell are you talking to?" My drunk dad slurs.

"M-my friend." I say faintly.

He slaps me across the face, making it burn.

"Don't you dare lie to me. You are talking to a boy!" He yells and grabs my phone out of my hand, chucking it against the wall.

"Dad!" I yell.

"Shut up you slut. No one gives a shit about you." He punches me in the eye, sending my back onto my bed.

"Why are you doing this?" I cry.

"You are 13 years old. You should not talk to boys. You bitch!" He slurs smacking me a few more times before stumbling away.

~

I bolt up from my bed with tears streaming down my face.

I feel around my face to see if it stings.

The slaps felt so real.

I put my head in my hands, trying to forget about the stupid flashback.

I look next to me and see Cameron shuffling around in his sleep.

I don't want to wake him so I shake the dream out of my head and snuggle up by him.

I take a deep breath. It's time to move on from my past.

I soon drift to sleep in Cameron's arms.