Enemies{bameron}

♕thirteen♕

Beths POV:
I quickly rushed to the front desk.

"Excuse me where's Tammy Mota's room?!" I said trying not panic.

"Room 314."

"Thank you." I said as I quickly walked to room 314 with Cameron following behind me.

I burst though the door and saw my mom lying on the bed, looking lifeless. My eyes began to water as I walked over to my mom.

I kneed down besides her.

"Mom?" I said my voice shaking.

There was cuts, bruises, and blood all over her face.

I buried my face in the sheets, crying.

"This is all my fault. I'm so sorry."

"Miss. Mota?"

I turned around and saw a doctor and two nurses.

"Yes?"

"Your mom got into a car accident just an hour ago. We need to take her for some examinations."

Car accident... just an hour ago... I caused this.

I watched as the doctors and nurses rolled my mom into the examination room. I sat in the waiting room with Cameron.

"This is all my fault."

"What?"

"I caused this Cameron. If I haven't been mad at her this wouldn't have happened. If I just told her the truth this wouldn't have happened."

I felt him scoot closer to me.

"Bethany it's not your fault stop blaming this on you."

"How is it not my fault?!" I said a little too loud.

"Bethany."

"STOP IT! I HURT HER CAMERON."

"Bethany-"

"YOU WOULDN'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS LIKE CONSIDERING YOU HAVE NO FEELINGS, YOUR JUST A STUPID FÛCKBOY WHO I SHOULD NEVER HAD FELL IN LOVE WITH."

YThe room was filled with silence. He looked at me with hurt written all over his face. Shit.

"I I didn't-."

But before I get to finish what I was saying, he got up and walked out.

What did I just do. I buried my face in my hands. I hate myself. Why did I have to bring out my anger on someone else. Especially Cameron.

He didn't deserve a stupid, ignorant girl like me. He deserved someone who is worth his time, someone perfect. And that's not me.

The doctors came out and I quickly got up and walked up to them.

"I'm sorry to say this but it seems like Ms. Mota is in a serious state right now. We don't know how long she has."

"W what?"

"I'm sorry."

No no no. This can't be happening. No. She can't. She can't die. No. I should have been the one, not her.