shadows || cameron boyce

Chapter Thirty Three

A N N A

I quickly sprint down his stairs, covering my face. "Anna!" I hear Cam shout as I freeze in my steps. Everyone, who were before laughing and dancing freely in their own mist, become silent and turned towards us. Perfect timing, eh? "It's not what you think, I wouldn't ever think about doing that to you again.." He says. "I don't want to ruin your party Cameron." I mumble, clenching my jaw. "You haven't." He sighs. "Not yet." Lauryn whispers from behind him. "What's your problem?" I scream as I turn around, "Ever since this whole thing started, you've decided to make the rest of my life a living hell and for what? Cameron's attention. He's no angel either. Perfect match, huh? You're made for each other. Two irresponsible bitches who can't seem to figure out what's right for them. Well, it's sorted now, I'm out of your way for good. Hopefully, in Dubai I won't come across people like you again." I laugh as I make my way down the stairs. "When are you going?" Cameron insists. "What does it matter to you?!" I shout raising my arms." You don't care about me, like you said 'I'm just your little publicity bitch.'" The truth is.. inside I'm broken. I've just about lost everything and everyone I cared about and now I've decided to move halfway across the world. This is it. The beginning of a new me.

I run across to my house, my face flooded in tear stains and mascara. I unlock the front door and run up[ my stairs, straight into my room. Oh yeah, and not forgetting to slam the door. I kick off my converse and begin stripping off my clothes, on my way to my private bathroom. I run my self a warm bath with bubbles, just the way I like it. I dim the lights to a relaxing tone and sink into the water. What the f**k have I gotten myself into? And who am I kidding, I hate my nonna. She refused to visit me when I was little because my skin tone 'did not meet her standards'.. She's a self-centred bitch who deserves to die alone. Yet, I've forced myself to think that I love her and that she's an old helpless woman who needs loving and attention at this stage in her life. Bullshit. I'm the one who needs loving and attention right now. Screw her. A sudden buzz comes from my phone, followed by hundred of others. I reach out to my phone and blatantly scan my notifications. My eye's widen at what my screen shows. The outburst that I had in Cameron's house was filmed and put online. F**k my life. I know what's coming after this. "ANNA!" I hear my shout from downstairs. "I'm in my bathroom, taking a bath. As I do." I holler. "Don't play dumb young lady." I hear her say as her voice approaches. She bursts into my room and into the bathroom. (AN: Ya'll better not start acting dirty, Anna's got bubble covering her body. Nothing nasty happening...) "Mom!" I say as she walks in. "What. is. This?" She says showing me video played back of the outburst. "I can explain.." I sigh. "You know Anna, sometimes it doesn't always go right. It doesn't always go your way and I get that can be frustrating but you can't keep doing this. You may think it's good for your publicity and all but what about your appearance?" She says. "Publicity? You think I did that for the publicity? Are you crazy?" I say. "Whoa, don't you even dare. You are in a lot of trouble and have no right to talk to me like that--" She begins. "What and I don't matter? I've been through hell these past few months and you think this is all because of publicity. Some mom you-" I stop mid sentence, realising what I was going to say. "You know what, you need to calm down and I get that so I'm going to leave in here and let you think about your own mistakes." She says raising her arms up in defence. "Mom.. I didn't mean it like-" "Take a breather, honey." She says. Great. Well, now I feel horrible. I love my mom and right now she's all I have...

*15 minutes later*

After I've dried off, I begin packing my suitcase and the majority of the clothes I want to keep. If I'm leaving next week, I need to make sure everything' packed before. My room's full of boxes anyway so I only need to organise my clothes. I finish packing them and decide to check my phone. Besides the notifications from the mini 'outburst' I see a few stating that Cam's birthday party was stupid and a waste of time. This is my fault. I reluctantly text him saying: 'sorry if I ruined your party im leaving one week today if that answers your question. so yh bye.' I decide on a cold goodbye, for my own good. Second's later my phone buzzes. It Cameron who has responded saying 'dw, it was boring anyway. don't leave, you r all I have x' I respond with a cold yet firm: '*you r all I had' and I decide that's the last thing I say. I collapse down onto my bed and breath in. Dubai's not that bad.. I guess.