California ♡ S.W.

6

I suggest playing this video while reading this chapter. It sets the mood for this chapter and this chapter will be at least 1000 words, if not more and each chapter it's going to be like this. (Word count.) 

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*play video*

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"i swear i didn't mean to-- please listen to me, carina." he reached his hand out to me and i push it away. he just slapped me. 

i could feel my left cheek contracting and i could feel the sting when i set my hand upon it. i didn't have the courage to say anything anymore. my body was filled with terror, scared of him. i was scared of my boyfriend. i never thought he was the one to do this. i never thought he would ever think of doing this.

the thought of me just forgiving him and going back to him wasn't an option. the only option i had was to leave. where? i don't know. there's no one here in california that i know. 

"you say all of these things..but you don't mean it sammy. you don't love me. you don't care for me. you just hit me. i'm sorry sammy. i need to leave." people would call me sensitive, but if your boyfriend or someone you love would even think about hitting you, is not a person you should be around. and i know damn well that i shouldn't be around sammy anymore. 

"carina, i swear i wasn't thinking--" 

"clearly you weren't thinking right, sammy! everything you do is a thought and you made the decision to hurt the one you apparently, "love." i'm done with your shit sammy, you don't deserve me and i most definitely don't want you anymore." i basically screamed and tears fell down my face, steaming the red mark on my cheek. 

it was burning but so was my heart. he had the audacity to think that it was okay to do something like that.

i grabbed my phone and my shoes and stormed out the door, shutting the door behind me, leaving sammy standing dumbfounded all alone in the room.

"where are you going?" i heard someone ask. i shot back around and saw nate. 

"someone's on their lady day's." he mumbled. i couldn't help but get angry, but i tried to let it go. these boys just play with your heart and then stomp on it. 

i ignored him and turned back towards the front door, opening it and closing it when i got outside. i ran from the house, without knowing what i was going to do or where i was going to go. 

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i reached a restaurant a few miles from the house and sat down. it almost looked like a little diner, but i didn't recognize it. i think only the people in this area of the united states had this restaurant. in n out, i recall. i didn't have any money or anything to pay with, but it was a fast food restaurant, so i didn't think they really cared. i brushed my black hair out of the way, grabbing a few napkins from the counter and wiping my face. i was panting heavily, but there were so many people in here, so i didn't think anyone noticed me. 

i was just the girl in leggings and a sweat shirt, nothing else in my hands but a phone and a couple of napkins. i was crying on the way here and by then, my mascara had dripped down my face, so i used one of the spare napkins to wipe my under eye. i strolled up to the cashier counter and without looking ordered a water, since it was free. 

"anything else?" 

"i'm good, don't have any money anyway, so i'm fine." i smiled, and turned my face to look at the person who was taking my order. his hair was a light chocolaty brown, and his skin was a little tan, followed with a set of beautiful brown eyes. he sent me a grin and gave me a cup. 

"thanks." i mumbled and walked away to the soda fountain, people weren't really supposed to do this, but i did it all the time and no one really cared. i filled up my cup with sprite and sat down in the back of the fast food place. i saw the back door for the employees open and there was the boy who took my order. i looked down at my phone in my lap, scrolling through my twitter until i heard a voice. 

"hey." 

i looked up to see the boy who had taken my order. "er--hi." i mumbled and turned my phone off, setting it on the table and looking up to see him sitting down. 

"not to be rude..but, can i help you??" i asked, confused on why a complete stranger would just come up to me. 

"you just seemed pretty lonely, and you seem kinda tired." he shrugged and let out a small chuckle. it was nice of him to think about me, but i keep having to remember that this is a stranger, i know nothing about this person. 

"i should get going..besides, i don't really know you." i pursed my lips into a thin line, beginning to get up. 

"wait-- can we just talk for a little?" he grabbed me by the arm, but it was light and soft. i awkwardly sat back down and crossed my arms, waiting for him to break the silence. 

"there's a large red hand mark on your left cheek," he began and i placed my hand on my cheek, not remembering that people could see it ", what happened?" 

"you can't just ask someone you don't even know person questions like these." i shook my head and rested my head on my hand. 

"then get to know me. my name is cameron. yours?" he said, confidently, i might add. "carina.." i raised my eyebrows and stared off into a corner. 

"now can you tell me?" 

"no." 

"please?" 

"no." 

"c'mon." 

"you know nothing about me but my name, why do you want to know!" i whisper-yelled, so i wouldn't create a scene. i was clearly frustrated from today and i didn't wanna deal with anyone's shit right now. even this conversation is making me all stressed out. 

"because if it's someone you know, they shouldn't be hitting a girl. that hand is clearly a man's." he explained, leaning back and crossing his arms as well, raising his eyebrows. 

"my boyfriend hit me. it's no big deal, leave me alone. i should get going anyway." i looked off to the side and was about to get up again. 

"what? no big deal? that's a huge deal!"

"calm the fuck down!!!!" i tried to stop him from being all protective, and i didn't understand why he was acting this way. acting like he cared when he doesn't know the story or how it all happened, or one thing about my life. 

"no one should be hitting a girl."