Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty Four

We get back to my house around 11 in the morning. After kissing Cameron goodbye, I walk inside, feeling an empty and eerie house enclosed around me.

"Collin?" I speak softly, but only get silence back. I search the whole house, but find no one home. I text Collin and ask him where he is before going to my room to shower and change. Once I get out I see a text from Collin and Annabelle.

*Out, why? Are you finally home?

-Collin*

*Want to hang out?

-Annabelle*

I text Collin back:

*I am, don't be an ass.

-Leighton*

Then text Annabelle:

*Sure, when and where?(:

-Leighton*

I change into ripped black jeans, red converse, and a black Nirvanna sweater. I put my hair in two parts and braid them back before putting a beanie on. After touching up my makeup, I walk downstairs and grab an apple. I hear my phone ding.

*The mall, I'll pick you up.

-Annabelle*

I lock my phone, walk over to the couch and sit down while turning on Netflix. About 10 minutes, I get a call. Thinking it's Annabelle, I pick up.

"Hey,"

"Baby." At first, I think it's Cameron, but the voice is much deeper. Much .. drunker ...

I flicker my eyes and pull my ear away from the phone to see an unknown caller on the screen.

My stomach drops to my feet as my mouth goes dry. "Who is this?"

I hear a hiccup and a woman in the background talking about having sex with an abusive man. "Shut up," the voice says to the woman. "Baby, it's daddy."

I shake my head as the room starts to multiply its objects and my breathing becomes uneven. Stop it. Stop it. This is a dream. Right? You didn't answer, you're just dreaming. You're really with Cameron right now. Sleeping. Yes. No? Stop it.

"Leighton, thank you for answering. Listen, is your mom there?" At first, he sounds normal, but then normal turns to impatient for him.

"Fuck you!" I shout without thinking.

"What'd you say to me?" He sounds mad. I know he's mad, because he'd always ask the same question to my mom when he came home drunk and she told him he needs to be around more.

"Fuck you!" I repeat, feeling my heart jump out of my chest. "Yeah, you heard right. Fuck you. You need to stop calling, I don't want to talk to you and neither does my mom. Fuck off you sick fuck. You're an asshole-"

"Listen you little bitch," this is around the time he'd grab my face when I talked back to him. I'd wince in pain because his huge hand would crush the bones in my face. "Put your fucking mom on the phone."

"No! You have no right! And I swear if you call here again-"

"What? Huh, what are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna call the cops, that's what I'm gonna do!" I shout into the phone feeling my anger boil over. He belittles me. And I hate him for it.

He bellows a drunk and evil laugh. "What are the cops going to do, Leighton? Hm? They can't do shit. Now I'm going to tell you again, put your mother on the phone. Don't make me ask again, now, come on."

I can practically hear my heart pounding in my chest, blasting my eardrums. "Go to hell, Garrett." I hang up the phone and suddenly, everything seems okay. Everything isn't spinnig and I'm not afraid, and I don't have to be.

I quickly block the number and toss my phone aside.

The doorbell makes me jump and I stand up, feeling scared again. Throw up threatens to crawl out of my throat and spill itself on the floor, but I hold it down.

"Leighton?" A light voice comes through the other side. I relax as I pace towards the door. I open it and Annabelle smiles. "Hey, you ready-" She pauses when she sees my expression. "What's wrong?"

I shake my head and collect myself before smiling. "Nothing, just .. watching a scary movie."

*Later*

We're walking around the mall when Annabelle says, "I think I'm going to break up with Nash."

I stop and give her a puzzled look. "What? Why?"

She shrugs, looking down. "He's going to college and it's just going to be too hard."

I frown, thinking of Cameron. "Well," I start. "I don't think you should let distance break you guys up. You guys are perfect."

"Yeah, that's how it seems at first. But then you drift farther and farther apart. I won't be able to see him everyday. What if I really need him? He can't come see me."

"Annabelle, that doesn't mean you should break up. You two love each other. Why end it because he's going to college. Big deal. He needs you and I know you need him."

She shrugs to herself and kicks dust as we walk past stores. That makes me think about Cameron. Could I handle him leaving? I don't even know where he's going to college. He could be leaving state. Then I realize I understand how Annabelle feels. I love him, but can I stand being away from him?

"Just listen to your heart and don't overthink it," I advise her, but it's more for me than it is for her. She nods but doesn't respond.

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A/N: Things are about to start picking up, so make sure to keep reading. I'm going to be posting a lot.