Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Seven

I'm sitting on the couch eating popcorn as Cameron's finger traces circles onto my thigh in the dark.

"Hey," he whispers to me.

"Hey," I whisper back, mocking him.

"I love you." I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach like a volcano as the ends of my lips tug into a smile. I turn his way and lightly peck his cheek. He grabs my hand before giving it a squeeze. "Lie with me."

I do as told and lie uncomfortably on top of him on the couch. He wraps his arms around me as I snuggle my head into his neck and drift off.

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Bacon. I can hear the grease popping on the skillet, it's definitely bacon. And eggs. I know the smell of eggs. And sausages, because they sound greasy when they cook, too. Is my mom cooking for us? Is it time for school? I wonder if she's going to knock on my door like she always did when I was in kindergarten and softly say "it's time to get up, you have school today" while her soft hands craddle my shoudlers and shake them softly.

"Leighton?"

The voice is distant but close. It's like it's right in my ear, but so far away.

"Leighton you have to go."

Go where? She never woke me like this. Unless she's in a bad mood. She's always in a bad mood. What's that smell? It's thick. It's so thick it clogs my nose and lungs until I start choking on air. It smells like tainted blood. Blood.

"God Leighton just go!"

My eyes shoot open as Cameron holds my hands down with his. "It's just a dream," he murmurs, stroking my cheek lightly with his thumb. "It's just a dream. You just had a bad dream, you're okay." I look around the room and realize I'm no longer on the couch, but in Cameron's bed. I look at him.

"Were you talking to me?" I ask as soon as I catch my breath.

"No, you were talking to yourself..." His eyebrows arch downwards while his eyes search my face. That's it. I rule it. I'm insane. I either sleep talk, or have the worst night terrors a person can get. Either way, I'm crazy. "Leighton are you okay?"

No.

I look at him for a minute, and nod anyways. "Can you .. can you stay with me?" I clench his skin, begging him not to leave with my eyes. He nods and climbs into bed with me.

"You wanna talk about it?" He whispers after a few moments of silence.

I don't know. Do I? I don't even know what it was about. My dad? But the voice was too high to be my dad. Too low to be my mom. And I know my brother's voice.

"No." I conclude.

"Okay," he sighs. "Just don't scare me like that again, alright?" I laugh and nod, shutting my eyes and hoping for a more peaceful sleep this time.

*Monday In Class*

Jack walks in and catches my eye. I fumble with my papers as Cameron talks my ear off about what to do for Winter break. I'm not really listening, though, because I know Jack's watching us. I wish he didn't hate me. Or at least strongly dislike me. Because I don't know how much more drama my mind can take.

For some reason, Cameron's voice cuts off and it takes me about 5 seconds to realize that before I turn around and look at him. As soon as I do, he looks at me and fakes a smile.

"Are you okay?" He's about to answer when Carter plops down next to us, smiling like she won something. God she makes me sick. He draws his eyes to the floor and stares at it for a few moments before nodding.

I glare at Carter and feel an uncomfortable vibe drifting in the room. She rolls her eyes my way, and for a second, it's like everything around us just goes away. Everyone is moving in slow motion. All the noise and distractions are nothing because this moment we have can't be broken. And it's in this moment, that I know she's got something planned. She's no longer my friend, or longing to be because she has something that can shatter my heart and my mind until there's nothing left. She doesn't have to beg to talk to me, because she doesn't need to. 

She smirks at me and looks forward like nothing ever happened. I realize, now, why no one liked her. I realize, now, I can't and no longer want to be her friend.

"Ignore her," Cameron murmurs into my shoulder before kissing it.

****

I walk through my house doors and drop my bag, exhausted. Collin turns around and stares at me from the kitchen.

"What?" No answer. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Where's mom?"

I arch my eyebrows and scrunch my face, walking to the fridge and getting a water bottle. "I don't know, probably working late, calm down."

"No Leighton, this is serious. Your dad called again." I look up at him as fear settles in my eyes. Do you ever know those persistent people? The ones that won't stop even if you beg them to? We should've just taken him to court like Collin said. He practically begged. We'd be living worry free and I wouldn't piss my pants every time my dad called. Because he'd be in jail. Probably getting beat up or raped because of what he did to us women. Me and my mother. He'd know what it feels like to feel so alone in a crowded place. He'd understand our pain. He'd be dying in jail because he's such a bad person. He'd violate his parole and go to jail forever, and never come back, and we would never hear from or worry about him again.

"What'd he say about mom?" I start to cry hysterically. If he took my mom, I'd have no one. Sure Collin's here, but I'd have no one. Even though we fight all the time, I still need her. Because somewhere deep down inside, I still think the mother from when I was 10 will come back when all of this is dead and over with.

"Leighton, he said he's coming..."

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A/N: God I hate their dad. Who wants him to disappear ? Cause I do , aha . Anyways , have a good day everyone(: I uploaded this from school lol . Sorry if the chapter's short .