Faking It -Cameron Dallas//Major editing

Chapter Twenty- Eight

Maddison's POV

"Maddie your not in a condition to be by yourself." He says.

"Don't care." I say without emotions.

"Maddie-"

"There is nothing else to break. I'm numb. There is nothing that will hurt me anymore, the feelings And emotions are gone." I interrupt him.

The door opens behind us, and the slut, and Cameron come out. I look up at her, and she nose is crooked and bleeding. I grin.

"Karma's a bitch. What goes around comes around." I say smiling.

"Maddison sto-"

"Fuck you, Cameron. You are such a weak character." I say, stand up, and walk inside.

I sit on the couch, and scroll threw my phone. The couch cushions sink in, as someone sits next to me.

"You're staying?" Sam asks.

"I guess." An shrug my shoulders.
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About twenty minutes later the door swings open. Cameron is back by himself.

"Maddie that was uncalled for, and you're so self centered. Get a grip, and stop fucking being so bitter, because I don't have feeling towards you anymore." Cameron throws at me.

"First off, it's Maddison to you. Second, get a grip? You think you have a grip on this fuck boy imagine down to a science, no sorry. You are discussing, and we all agree. Third, I don't give two shits about you having feelings for me anymore. You mean nothing to me, you're just an ex." I vent to him.

Cameron's POV

'You're just an ex.' Echoed in my head. My face dropped, and hers has no emotion. It was as if she had no feeling. She spoke in a mono tone, with out emotion.

I don't know wether to forget her, or feel bad. She was so broken. Was is from me? Was this all my fault? 

"Maddison why have you become?" I found myself saying.

God damn I have no filter.

"Who I am today, is because of you. I hope your happy, because I will never be again. Don't ask me dumbass questions when the answer is you." She scoffs.

I watch the monster I created stand in front of me shattered and broken. Her gentle face turned hard, and pale. It's like the life around her is black and white, and I sucked the color out of her. What have a I done? I don't know wether to be sad or not even care.

Are eye contact breaks, and she walks away. Sam stands there speechless, on what just happened. But definitely not as speechless as I was.

"Cameron you need to cut the shit? There is nothing else you can do or make worst!" Sam vents.

Sam has never spoken to me in such a harsh tone. Everything's changing faster than I can get a grip on. Then it hit me. Maddison will never see or like me the way she use to.