11:11 | Cameron Boyce Story

Eight

A/N it gets pretty violent in this chapter, just warning you in advance :) enjoyyyy!

Bonnie

I step out of the cool, air-conditioned Starbucks and out onto Ventura Boulevard. It feels about 90 degrees outside, which is killing me because it's currently winter back in Sydney.
California is growing on me. To start with I hated it. I missed home; I missed  surfing at Bondi, I missed my friends, I missed everything. But now I'm starting to move on, slightly. Not the friend part, y'know, my only friend being an alcoholic drug addict and whatnot. Gotta love Los Angeles!
Its 5:30 in the evening, meaning that I'm surrounded by rushing business workers that are eager to get home for the weekend. A small woman in ridiculously tall heels sashays past me, knocking me backwards a little as she struts.
I dig my hands deeper into my pockets and continue my stroll back to my house, dodging workers like they're murderers.
Oblivious to the fact that I'm walking right past him, a bald guy speeds off in his car, blowing thick fumes into my face. Choking, I jog onwards and into a creepy looking neighborhood.
Being the anxious and vulnerable teenager that I am, I take out my phone and pretend that I'm talking to my father, hoping that any potential rapists would get that I'm ready to scream and get my dad to pummel them.
In the distance I hear a faint gasping sound and a loud bang to follow it.
Screw dying, I'm finding out what that is.
Stupidly I head toward the sound, 911 on speed dial. All the buildings are either rundown or abandoned, with the odd old man sitting shirtless in his front yard. Scared for life.
I keep my distance from any people and try my best not to look too suspicious. There's another bang and gasp but I can see this time that it's coming from an alleyway a few meters away from me. Obviously it would be an alleyway, now I'm definitely going to get stabbed.
I press my back against the brick wall and peer to my left. There are two boys fighting.
Cautiously, I turn around so I'm facing the wall and look back to the boys, praying that they can't see me.
One of the boys, the one who seems to be dominating the fight, shoves the other against the bricks, "I'll kill you if I have to." He whispers through gritted teeth.
He steps back and I get a good look at the victim. He has long blond hair that covers his forehead and his right eye. His skin is pretty tanned and he looks a bit muscular, clearly not enough to be helping him much in this brawl. I think he'd be pretty cute if he didn't have blood pouring down his face.
"Please stop. I-I can still get you what you want. It...it might be a couple days." He puts his hands up in surrender.
This other angry guy throws a punch at his victim's nose and I hear it crunch, sending a long shiver down my spine.
Blood trickles from his bruised nose and it drips down his split lips. How can no one be seeing this?
"I don't have a couple days," the bully throws the boy onto the ground and kicks him in the stomach, "I told you to bring it to me now."
Beaten and completely smashed up, the blond boy coughs and struggles to find air. He winded him.
He finally catches his breath again but sits on the concrete as his tormenter releases the rest of his anger.
"You're a failure, an idiot, you're a worthless piece of shit." He kicks him and hits him after every word.
I can't believe I'm witnessing this. Honestly, I'm not sure what to do, so I lean across and whip out my phone. I'm shaking so much but I manage to get the camera to focus on the two boys and snap a clear picture of them both to take to the police.
A light flashes as I take the photo and an embarrassingly loud click seems to echo over and over.
Well, fuck me. Now I'm screwed.
The guy that dominated the attack looks up at me, hatred in his eyes.
It's Cameron.
He glares at me as he breathes in and out, he looks like the Hulk or something, "Thompson. I told you I was bad news."
About to shit my pants, I hide my phone in my pocket and step back, "This isn't what I thought you meant. I thought you were, like, one of those mysterious bad boys."
Blondie stands up again, grasping his stomach, "Quick," he's still struggling to breathe, "Go to the police."
Cameron grabs his arms and pulls them around the wrong way behind his back until he screams in pain, "I will shoot you."
"Cameron-" he cuts me off when he reaches for his pocket. I doubt he would, but it looks like he's pulling out a gun.
I start to run away but he grabs my wrist and holds me back. His breath against my neck makes me shudder, "If you take that to the cops, I'll be nothing. If you turn me into the cops, I'll do everything I can to make you lose everything too."