My Teacher, My Lover (Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Part 33

February 14, 2017

~Jade's POV~

Well, it's my birthday today. And it's the worst birthday ever.

These past five days, I didn't move from my spot. I haven't eaten since that day happened, I haven't went to school, I haven't gotten in a shower, and I haven't gotten any sleep. I haven't moved yet. All I did was stare blankly to the wall in front of me, hug the pillow that Cameron slept on and cry. I have been nothing but an emotional wreck.

Sophie and Jack have tried and talk me out of it every now and then but I didn't budge. Shawn visited me one, just to tell me that he bought an apartment in this town and that his going to live in here. He also told me that he met a girl at the supermarket and they are going on a date this weekend.

I'm happy for him, really. But I just can't seem to get out of my thoughts of Cameron.

Erin visited me every day after school, telling me everything that have happened at school. Yesterday, she told me that she hasn't seen Cameron since the fight between him and my father happened. I was surprised when Aaron called me. But I didn't bother answering his call. I just looked at it until the ringing stopped.

My father hasn't talked to me these past few days. He would come in and sit next to me, but he wouldn't talk to me while I continue to stare at the wall.

I don't why they even bother talking to me. Because they are like talking to a dead person. I don't answer them or talk back to them. I just listen even though I wanted them to leave me alone in my room, with the scent of Cameron in my arms.

I'm going insane, I know. But you might do the same if one of your parents threw away your only happiness in life. The only thing I woke up and looked forward through the day. You'll go insane if your parents threw away your whole world.

I hear the door creak open behind me. I feel a presence behind me but I didn't turn to look who it is. I see a shadow in the corner of my eyes and I hug the pillow tighter against me.

"Happy birthday, sweetie," I hear my father's deep voice, the voice that I hated the most. "I'll make it up to everything I did to you. Just tell me what you wanted me to do and I'll give it to you. Even though I already know what you're going to wish for."

"Kill me," I reply in a monotone voice but hoarsely at the same time as I continue to look ahead. "If you don't want me to be happy then just kill me. I have nothing else to live for anyways."

"Honey, I do want you to be happy," he responds in a caring voice.

"I don't think so, father," I argue, and I hug the pillow tighter around my arms. "You're a selfish asshole. You care more about your work than you care about your daughter's happiness. And I hate you so much for that."

"I'm sorry," he says and stands up beside me.

I didn't reply to him. He sighs desperately and walks out of my room. He closes the door behind him and the tears storm out.

I don't know how long it has been since I talked to my father. My brain has been empty for that few hours. But the faint knock from my bedroom window broke me out of those empty moments. Being the curious me, I slowly stand up from the floor while holding the pillow.

I slide off the curtain and see Cameron outside my window. My heart just suddenly stops when I saw his face.

There are shade of black under his eyes, just like mine. But mine are darker than his.