Lost in Dallas [COMPLETED]

12.

GILINSKY'S POV

"You're gonna pay for this Dallas!!", i yelled at him. He's beaten me up twice in just two days. He's definetely paying for this. Jake helped me to stand up for myself. I look around and almost every student at college was looking at me. What a shame for God's sake. He's definetely paying for this.
"What y'all looking?! Mind your own business!!", i yelled making people to start walking again. My face feels wrecked. I touch my nose and it's broken.
"FUCK!!", i yelled.
"What's wrong?", Jake says.
"Take me to the ER Jake". He nods and we talk to his car. In some ways, i need to be more grateful for Jake. He's been always by my side and i've been nothinng but a shitty friend to him. And he was the only one who helped me after Cameron f*cked me up.
"Hey Jake... Thanks bro."
He nods and keeps driving.

The visit to the ER was quick. Teally quick. They cleaned my wounds, fixed my nose and gave me a few pain pills for the rest of the week.

"What do you wanna do now?", Jake asked me.
"Call the boys. I'm gonna make him pay."

And hour later and i'm front of his house with Jake and 4 of our friends. I called JJ, but he said he ain't getting involved in this. Such a fucker. Cam and him have been friends for a few years by now so it's obviously he won't get involved. Still. Don't give a shit. I'm fucking him up right now.

We're waiting in my truck until he comes out. Knowing him, he will be out soon.

15 minutes later he opens the front door. I see his face and i notice he's been crying. He doesn't cry since... No, i shake my head. I won't bring those memories again.
Something inside my head tells me to forget about the plan and let this shit go. He must been really hurt if he cried. Then it hit me. He loves her. That could be the only explanation of his crying eyes.
When i'm about to drop the plan and go back home Jake says "let's do it" and the guys step out of the truck. Well. Now i gotta get this done.

When we get closer to him my doubts were confirmed. He's been crying.

Two of my guys grab his arm and i start to punch him. One, two... A few more times. They drop him in the floor and i kick his face. That was for kicking me out. My friends join and i let my anger go everytime i kick him.
A few minutes later Jake yells me to stop. Everyone stops. He doesn't move. Well, barely. When Jake told me to stop and i looked at Cam, i kinda freaked out. It was to much. He looks so wrecked, so... Broken. Not only in the outside.
The sadness flood my mind. What have i done? Fuck, this went to far. I let this went too far.
The guys are looking at me. They look more worried than i am so i try to keep my chill.

"Is he breathing?", Jake ask me.
"Yeah, barely", i reply.
Then an idea hit me...
"Get him in the trunk", i say.
"Where are we taking him?", Jake asks.
"You'll see in a few minutes."

ADRIANNA'S POV

When i got home i took a hot shower, laid on my bed and started to cry. Again. I thank God my Mom is out of town and my brother's probably out with his mates. They would be so worried and mad with me if they know what's happening. They would yell at me for being so stupid, so naïve and then they would hug me for the same reason.
A part of me doesn't believe Cam made someone take those pictures. But how someone would know we were in that place, at that hour, doing what we were doing?
But it doesn't matter how and why. Everyone saw that photo. Everyone must believe i'm a wh*re. And to be honest, i feel like one.
I feel frustrated. Mad. Sad. Cheated on. Used. Too many mixed feelings.
I grabbed my lamp and threw it to the wall. I started breaking things around. I threw myself in my bed, grabbed a pillow and started to scream and cry. It was a pathetic sound. Pathetic. Like me.
Then that noise became a silent cry. Until i felt asleep.

An hour (or two?) later the knock on my door woke me up. They keep knocking. Hard. What's this about?
"I'm coming!", i yelled.
I grab a decent shirt and go downstairs. When i opened the door my eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. Was Jack. His face looked like he had a fight today. And someone really messed him up.
Then i noticed something (or someone?) next to Jack... OMG, IS CAMERON. He's on the ground covered in blood. He's really beaten up.
I ran to his side and started to cry. He was barely moving.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?", i yell to Jack. He can't answer me. He looks ashamed a he should be.
"FUCK YOU JACK", i yell at him again.
He looks at his mates and say "lets go". They get into his truck and left my front lawn.
I look at Cam who's trying to talk yo me.
"Babe... I'm sorry", he says.
I start to cry. I help him to stand up and take him inside my house. I sat him in a chair, looked for a emergency kit, wipes and sit in front of him.
I took his shirt off (or what its left of it) and to clean his face with wipes. I can't hold my tears.
"Don't cry baby", he softly says and caresses my cheek. His gesture brought back memories of our first night together and i cried harder.
I can't handle this right now. I try to stand up from my seat but he grabs my waist and pulls me to his chest.
"Don't go Ade", he says and hugs me. His words melted my heart. Again. But i can't believe him anymore... Or can i?
He keeps hugging me and i fight the desire of hugging him back. But i need him. I need this guy right now. He's the only one able to destroy me and re-do me again. He has such a strong power over me that freaks me out.
I hug him back carefully not to hurt him more than he is. Fisically talking. He stretches me harder.
"Hug me Ade. Like you will never let me go. Please", he says almost begging me.
"I don't wanna hurt you.. More... Your body is pretty wrecked", i reply trying to hold my tears.
"The only thing that could hurt me and i wouldn't be able to handle, is you, leaving me."
His words are like a drug to me. He's my drug and i'm more than addicted.

I hold him tightly and he makes a sound of being in pain which makes me let him go. He holds me tight and say "Don't. Don't let me go."

After a few minutes of me crying in his shoulder while he stroked my hair, he breaks our hug. He looks at me with teared eyes, grabs my face with both of hands and say:
"I love you Ade".