Runaway Love

Chapter 22: Returning

It's been four days. Four days of watching Nicholas Spark's movies. Four days of non-stop eating ice cream. Four days of crying myself to sleep. And four days since I've seen the person whose cheated on me.

He's called. He's texted. He left voicemails saying how much he misses me. I know he doesn't mean it though.

He's even showed up at Kendra's house with roses, tear filled eyes and a whole speech on why I should forgive him. I hid behind the curtains, while Kendra told him to leave. I watched him try to fool me with his act. He yelled my name into the house, hoping I was listening.

I was, but he could never know that.

Cameron's POV:

It's been four days, but it feels much longer. I couldn't stop thinking about her. She's always on my mind. I hate myself for kissing another girl.

I've called. I've texted. I've left voicemails saying that I need her in my life and that I can't live without her.

I even went to Kendra's house with a dozen roses. I couldn't stop crying while I told Kendra, who wouldn't let me see her, why I need Blaise, and how much I miss her. I knew Blaise wouldn't understand that it wasn't an act. I yelled past Kendra into the house, hoping Blaise was listening.

I knew she was, but she would never admit that.

Blaise's POV:

"Screw you, Dear John! Constantly making me cry like that, how dare you?" I yelled at the TV, while wiping away a few tears.

Kendra entered the room and I forced a smile.

"Blaise, my dad's sleeping, you gotta keep it down." I nodded with an ashamed look on my face.

"Sorry." I looked down.

"It's fine, but I need to talk to you." I looked up at her again, nervously.

"About...?"

"You know I love you, but you can't stay here much longer." Oh no. Here come the tears again.

"But...I have no where to go." I started sobbing awkwardly and I saw Kendra walk towards me.

"Yes, you do. You should talk to Cameron. Maybe he has something to say." I scoffed, angrily.

"Something to say? He doesn't deserve me. He doesn't deserve getting to stick up for himself. He doesn't deserve anything."

"You're being harsh, please talk to him." I shook my head fast.

"You need to go home, Blaise. Tomorrow, okay?" I knew I couldn't stay here. This wasn't my house. Maybe Cameron will be at football practice and I could just sneak in.

Hopefully, because I don't want to see him...ever again.

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I dreaded this morning. I had to go home and I wasn't looking forward to it at all. Kendra was in the room I was staying in, helping me clean up whatever mess I made.

"Thanks for everything, Kends." She smiled and embraced me in a warm hug. When we pulled apart, I gathered up everything I brought, which was basically just my phone and started walking towards the front door.

I gave Kendra a final smile before leaving her house.

I was nervous. Like terrified to see him.

I wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

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It was time. I spent 20 minutes just standing in front of the door. I was shaking just thinking about going inside.

His car wasn't in the driveway, so I hoped he wasn't home. Then again, he usually parks the car in the garage so I couldn't really tell for sure if he was home or not.

I placed my hand on the door knob, but quickly took it away after thinking about Cameron kissing someone else.

Was I really ready for this?

Yes, I was. I'm not going back to the time where I was paranoid about everything. I need to do this.

I opened the door before I could change my mind. I first noticed the huge mess, from piles of clothes to shoes everywhere. How did this even get downstairs?

I slowly walked towards the staircase so I could quietly go to my room.

First step. Nothing.

Second step. Nothing.

Third step. Nothing.

It was only at the fourth step where a loud creaking noise was heard.

I cringed, just hoping Cameron wasn't home.

I took two more steps, until...

"Blaise." I knew the voice. I hated the voice.

I couldn't face him, so I took one more step up the stairs. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe he wasn't actually behind me.

"Blaise, cmon. Talk to me." He sounded broken, like he's been going through the same pain I have. I almost felt bad for him until I remembered what he did.

"I can't talk to you. I can't even look at you." I felt my eyes tearing up. He can't do this to me. Not again.

"Blaise...please." His voice trembled.

"No, Cameron, I'm not putting myself through this." Saying his name hurt...I knew I couldn't face him.

"Can you just look at me?" I felt his hand touch my shoulder sending shivers down my arm. It was a familiar feeling, I always get it when I'm around him.

"I can't look at you! I can't even listen to your voice without wanting to break down! Just leave me alone. Please." I begged before running up the stairs to my room. I shut the door and locked it immediately.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

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I woke up to a knocking on my door.

I knew it was him, who else could it be?

"Go away, Cameron!" I grouchily yelled at the door.

"Blaise, please, can we just talk?"

You know what? I'm so sick of this.

I crawled out of bed and angrily stomped towards the door. I ripped it open and Cameron looked utterly shocked.

"You wanna talk? Fine. But let me start off by saying, I don't wanna hear about how sorry you are or how much of a mistake it was."

"But I am sorry and it was a mistake."

"Yeah, I got that already...thanks."

"I know it will take time but can you at least try to forgive me?" I scoffed.

"It's easier to say I forgive you, then actually mean it. Hope that answers your question." With that, I slammed the door in his face and locked it.

I am so done with crap for today.