Don't Go. (EDITING)

Chapter 14

All my fault. All my fault. The words keep echoing in my mind. All my fault. All my fault.

I'm flailed on my bed. My phone buzzes every few minutes on my nightstand. My lights are off, my blinds are closed, blocking out the sunshine. My computer keeps waking itself up by my emails, sending glaring white light across the hardwood floor. I stare at the ceiling, my mind cloudy, but the same words repeating.

All my fault. All my fault.

I try to keep myself from looking at my phone, but I can't. When it buzzes, I turn my head, and see that Lorne is calling me. I use my shaking hands to grab my phone, and answer the call.

"Hey Lorne." I say quietly.

"CAMILLE! YOU ANSWERED! FINALLY!"

"What's up?" I say, sniffing.

"Are you okay? I'm at your bedroom door. I've actually been here for like thirty minutes. And I'm not leaving until you come out." Lorne says. I sigh, slowly slide off of my bed, and walk over to my bedroom door. I open the door, and Lorne is standing in front of me, holding his phone up to his ear.

"Hey." I say, still holding my phone.

"Hey." Lorne smiles softly, his phone also still up to his ear. "Are you coming out yet?" I nod and push my phone into my pocket. I step forward and hug Lorne. Lorne hugs me back after putting his phone into his own pocket. It feels nice to just hug. The toxins inside of me seem to dissolve as I rest my heavy head on Lorne's shoulder. I sigh deeply, and spread my fingers across his back.

We walk down the stairs, and my stomach grumbles as I see Piper walk out of the living room with a half eaten grilled cheese sandwich. She must hear my belly, because she hands me the plate with the sandwich, and I gobble it down quickly.

Lorne laughs as he watches me stuff the bread and cheese into my mouth.

"Wha?" I say, my mouth full. He laughs again.

I put the plate in the dishwasher and wash my hands.

"Hey, wanna come to a party tonight? Jax and I are going, and I thought that you might want to go. It's at this guy's house that Jett knows." Lorne asks.

"Sure." I shrug, suddenly feeling a little bit less depressed.

Lorne smiles. "Cool. Be ready by... seven?"

"Okay." I nod, and Lorne hugs me again.

"See you later." Lorne waves as he walks out the front door and walks back to his house across the street.

At five o'clock, I take a shower, and towel dry myself off. I blow dry my hair and curl the ends so it has a natural wavy look. I look through my closet until I find my strapless black and white Aztec patterned sweetheart crop top, my black skater skirt that goes almost down to my knees, and my red, knit, long sleeved cardigan. I slip on my outfit, and walk back into the bathroom. I pin back a small portion of my light ginger hair in the front, in a twist braid, with two bobby pins. I rub in some concealer, and pencil on some silver eyeliner. I brush mascara on my eyelashes and than apply the tiniest bit of bronzer and blush. Next I smooth on some Burt's Bees chap stick to make my lips soft and natural looking.

I walk down the stairs, charged phone in hand, and wait in the living room for Lorne.

He walks across the street and rings the doorbell before I know it.

I open the door, and Lorne's hands are stuffed in the pockets of his khaki shorts. He wears a dark grey hoodie with the zipper zipped up, the sleeves pushed up, and dark red vans with black laces.