Summer Vacation, the time where you go to the beach, go to parties, or maybe be like most teenagers and sleep all day, maybe watching Netflix. For the first few weeks I've been going to parties and having fun, but now I'm just sitting on the couch watching T.V.
Cameron is no where to be found. He hasn't answered any of my text, calls, even dms, just can't get a hold of him. He's probably having more sex with his new slut, I mean his new girlfriend. She honestly makes me sick, putting her crusty hands on Cameron's smooth skin. She is stealing my best friend and that bitch needs to back the fuck off! I would kill to have some Bitch Be Gone spray.
So here I am, sitting on the couch with nothing to do. I was honestly ready to just go over Cameron's house and just watch them have sex. At least it's something to do. I call Cameron again, once again no answer. I groan at how annoying to hear his answering machine. I'm dying to hear his voice, one word our him I'll take to ease the tension. To ease the burning I feel in my heart. I wanted to shake this horrible feeling, but I couldn't. I probably sound like a clingy best friend, but I just want to at least talk to him.
Suddenly I heard a knock at the door, I groan, not wanting to move from the couch, but I disconnect my butt from the couch to answer the door. I look through the window first. It was Cameron, looking drunk. I quickly answer the door, smelling the aroma of beer coming off of him like a fowl odor, but at least I can finally talk to him.
"Hey Nashy," he slurred.
"Hey Cammie," I said smiling at him.
He brought me into a hug, almost spine breaking. I take off his shade and walked him inside. He was leaning on me, gripping on my shirt. He plops on my couch and I do as well. He lays his head on my lap. He snuggles up next to me and fell asleep. Usually I would push him off, but he drunk so I'll keep there.
Suddenly, I heard someone's phone ring. Cameron woke up to answer the phone. It said Sexy💦👅, flashing on the phone every now and again. He accidentally put it on speaker.
"Hey baby, what do you need?" Cameron asked holding his head.
"Um, I found my old dollhouse when I was cleaning my room out," she said in a sinister voice,"Do you want come and play?"
"Babe, we're like sixteen, why--oh," he said finally getting it,"I'll be over in a bit."
"Hurry, daddy," she said breath hitching.
I almost threw up when she said that. That little slut, that fucking whore, stealing my best friend all the time, not spending time with me. What ever happened to giving your partner space? That girl is more clingy then a monkey to a branch. I watch to Cameron get up and was about to walk out, but I grabbed his arms.
"Nash, what are you doing?" He asked not looking at me straight.
"You're fucking wasted and you are going to waste your body with a slut," I said standing in front of the door.
"You did not just call her that!" He yelled then raising his hand.
"Damn right I said it," I said pushing him back,"Your girl is. a. SLUT!"
He slapped my one cheek then punched the other cheek. I fell to the ground and it felt like knives driving into my side. I realized he was slamming his foot against my ribs. I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't listen. He finally stopped and looked down at me, panting.
"Never talk about her like that, or I'll make sure you singing with the Angels, church boy," he threatened blasting me in the hip one more time.
He then left me writhing in pain. He slammed the door and making a glass plate shatter like my heart. I begin to cry my eyes out, thinking that I lost my best friend. I couldn't find the strength to go after him and apologize. The thing that he said made me go paralyzed. I see the clouds getting dark, and I heard rumbling. Thunder started to go off, I screamed in pain and in fear.
I crawl to the stairs and grabbed the railing pulling myself up. Thunder went off again, so I tried my best to run upstairs. I get to my room and plopped on my bed. I take off my shirt and look at my stomach. There are footprints and new bruises on my pale disgusting stomach. I can still feel those hard kick that he gave me. I can still hear his harsh cold voice piercing in my ear, remembering that name he called me.
Church boy, out of all the names my haters called me that name pull a heart string. When he said it, it felt like being slashed in the head repeatedly with a sledgehammer. My best friend, the person I would least expect, wounded me. He made me feel weak, he made me feel like shit, and he made me feel like I want to die. I want to just end it, if my best friend hates me then what's the point? Suddenly my phone buzzes.
@camerondallas: I'll love you till the end of time❤️
I throw my phone to the other side of room, hitting the door. I cried more, not wanting to hear anymore about his perfect relationship with his slutty girlfriend. I just want to forever sleep and dream about what it would be like to just not be around. I already cause enough damage and is too far gone to fix.
I just need to somehow ease the pain I have right now. I'll just take a shower. I get up, dragging my dead body to the bathroom. I turn the water on and waited until it was warm. I look over and see something shiny. I walked closer to the object and it was a razor.
"Perfect," I whisper picking up.
