Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

Dreaming of You Part Two

A/n- decided not to leave you guys hanging, I felt guilty 😩

He comes behind me and positions my arms, my eyes flutter shut as I try to take in the warmth of his body heat so close to mine and his light touch. I never imagined that one day I would actually be this close to Nash. It's quite literally a dream come true. I have hated my existence but this simple moment brings me such joy, I now have something to concentrate on when I'm getting beat by my father. I have an actual memory that I can rewind and play over and over again to make my life more tolerable.

He has no idea how much this means to me and honestly, it's kind of embarrassing that I feel so strongly about a person who I've only interacted with today.

"So this is how you stand," he murmurs and I can feel his warm breath on my neck, it gives me goosebumps and I hope that he doesn't notice. He moves my arms and I hold the position he put me at. "And you use your core muscles to channel your energy into your fists."

I'm not sure what he means by core muscles but I pretend I do as I focus hard on the punching back.

"Take a swing," he tells me as he steps back. I concentrate hard and take my first swing at the punching bag. I feel exhilarated as I land the punch and make it move, maybe I'm not as weak as I thought.

"That's good, Cam." He praises me and makes me feel even better about myself. It's so nice to hear encouragement and praise when all I hear every day is how I'm weak, stupid and I'll never be anything in life.

We continue practicing and by the end my muscles are sore but it's an amazing type of sore. Nothing like I feel when my father has punched the shit out of me.

At the end of our session Nash turns and gives me a high five. We're both sweaty at this point and he looks so good.

I smile shyly at him. "Thank you so much, Nash. You didn't have to do this for me but I'm so grateful that you did." I doubt he'll do this with me again but just one session has made me feel so much better.

"You're welcome... do you want to meet again tomorrow? I'm here everyday practically." He offers and I bite my lip nervously, I want to do that so bad but I don't want to be a burden on him. He'd probably get annoyed and tired of me like every one else.

"Oh no, I couldn't impose like that." I reply and he tilts his head at me.

"You wouldn't be imposing, I want to do this. I wouldn't offer if I didn't, believe me." H replies and I smile bashfully at him.

"O-okay," I reply, he makes me so nervous but happy at the same time.

He gives me a beautiful smile. "I'll see you tomorrow at school? What lunch period do you have?"

"Uhm... 4th period lunch." I reply and I wonder why he's asking.

"Me too! I'll meet you at your locker, we can walk together to the cafe and you can sit with me." He says firmly and really leaves no option for me to deny him, not that I want to.

We walk to the locker room together and I'm cautious as usual so I change in the bathroom and opt to shower after I get my nightly beating. The hot water soothes my bruises anyway.

We part and I grab the bus home, as soon as I walk in my father stands from the couch and approaches me. I imagine he's the punching bag and square my shoulders. He falters momentarily, he's used to me shrinking away from him. He recovers almost right away as he grabs me and pulls me into the living room. I can hear my mother and Sierra in the kitchen, they never interrupt my father's beating time.

I hate my family.

His first punch lands solidly in my abdomen leaving me breathless and clutching my stomach as I cry out in pain.