Runaway Love

Chapter 9: Horrible Tears

I trudged home, this time without shoes. My feet were killing me, probably because I've been walking for over 3 hours. I'm too nervous to go home, so I'm walking around the streets like a loner. A few cars even threw 10 dollar bills at me because they probably thought I was homeless.

It rained about an hour ago and let me tell you, that did nothing for my emotions.

People say that rain helps release your inner self, but to be honest, it left me cold, tired, confused and very hungry for some strange reason. I knew I should've snatched the Oreos from the shopping cart before I stormed off.

Cameron's been calling, texting and leaving so many voicemails that I've literally lost count. It was driving me insane to hear "Every Time We Touch" a trillion times. In case you're wondering, Cameron set that as his ringtone, so I'm stuck hearing that every time he tries contacting me. Anyways, I put my phone on silent, which is probably giving Cameron a heart attack.

Suddenly, I tripped in a crack on the pavement and fell chest first into a puddle of mud. I coughed, as a reflex to get any bits of it out of my mouth. When I stood up, I shook it off, like a wet dog. I was utterly disgusted.

I kept walking, muddy, rain soaked and all. It looks like I'm the only survivor of an alien invasion. Actually, I look like an alien.

About 10 minutes later, I was standing in front of the house. I questioned whether or not I should go inside. I didn't want to face Cameron after what a jerk he was being.

I decided to confidently walk in and act angry, until he apologizes at least.

I work up the nerve and strut towards the front door with my chest held high. When I touch the handle, I feel a cold rush go through my hands. I quickly take my hand away for a second, before touching the handle again and this time, fully opening the door.

I immediately felt the atmosphere being dark. When I say 'dark', I don't mean someone turned all the lights out, dark as in gloomy.

Then, I see Cameron on the couch with his head in his hands. He's rubbing his temples, a common stress reliever. He didn't even realize I was standing right behind him, until I stepped forward and the floor creaked.

His head instantly shot up and stared right at me. In a matter of seconds, he was standing beside me. He started feeling my face with his cold hands.

"Is it really you? Or another hallucination?" He kept pinching my cheeks and stroking his hand against my forehead.

"It's me." I pulled his hand down to his side, remembering that I'm still mad at him. It isn't that easy when all I want to do is be hugged by someone.

"Where have you been?" He shouted, yanking my body into a hug. I didn't know how to react, so I just wrapped my arms under his armpits, not as a sign of forgiveness, but because they were warm and I was shivering.

"Why are you all dirty? Were you attacked?" He asked, now examining my filthy self.

"No, I fell in mud." I glumly answered.

"Thank gosh you're home. I made dinner." He pulled my hand to the kitchen, but I released myself from his grip.

"Cameron..." I whispered, desperately. His eyes softened, as they stared at me. His eyebrows raised in confusion, while he was still holding his hand out for mine.

Just apologize. It's two simple words, just say them and I'll forgive you. I'm sorry was all I was looking for.

"What's wrong?" I faked an angry laugh. He didn't even know why I was mad at him. Clearly, he doesn't know he screwed up.