in time// c.d

Chapter 8

I can't believe my eyes.

All I see is my dad on the floor bleeding and Cameron with blood on his knuckles. With some effort I regained, I stood up and walked to his side. I slide my arm around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder.

"Babe you okay?" I ask. He nods slowly.

"I want to know if your okay." Cameron said.

"Yeah, I'm fine babe." I say back. He looks at me like I'm crazy.

"Your bleeding!" Cameron yells.

"Babe, calm down." I say and grab his hand in mine.

"What the hell!" I heard someone yell. I turned around and saw my brother with clenched fists.

"Justin it's not-"

"Shut up!" He snaps. He then pushes me gently and swings his fist into Cameron's cheek. I gasp and push him hard away from Cameron.

"Stop!" I yell.

"He beat you how am I supposed to stop!" Justin yells.

"He didn't hit me! Dad did!" I yell. He face went pale.

"Oh my god." Justin said and looked at my dad on the floor.

"Look, I'm gonna get Cam cleaned up so you get to take care of dad." I say and drag Cameron to the bathroom.

"Sit." I demanded and pointed to the counter. He did as I said. I grabbed a wash cloth and got the end wet. I dabbed his cut on his lip and saw him smirking.

"What?" I asked.

"Your hot when your mad." He smiled.

"Thanks." I said.

I got him cleaned up and decided to get myself cleaned up. I start by dabbing my cut and and putting ice on my the marks where my dad hit me.

I then walk to my closet and pull out a white crop top, black ripped jeans, and my white converse. I pull my hair up in a messy bun and grab my phone.

I walk downstairs to find my dad in handcuffs. The police take him outside and into the police car. I walk over to Cameron and place my head on his chest. He rubs my back and kissed my head.

I then realized he was in his baseball uniform. I looked up him with a questioning look. He smiled.

"Baseball game." He said.

"Can I come?" I asked and kissed his cheek.

"If you want to." He laughs.

"What time?" I ask again.

"3:00." He answers. I nod and grab a water bottle. Cameron said bye and left. He had to be at his game an hour early so he could warm up.

I decided to text Beth and ask her to meet me there.

To Bethers😋💜- hey wanna meet up at Cam's baseball game?⚾️💙
From Bethers😋💜- sure⚾️💙 meet you there!!!!

I put my phone in my back pocket and walked out to my car. I got in and buckled up. I turned on the radio and let the amazing voice of Ariana Grande fill my ears.

After about 10 minutes of driving I finally reached the baseball field. I got out and walked over to the bleachers. I sat down and looked for Cam. Then I saw number 7 in left field. I smiled.

After about 10 minutes of sitting on the bleachers, Beth arrived.

"Sorry I'm late." She said and sat down.

"It's fine." I said.

"I got us donuts!" She said with excitement. I giggled.

"Thanks Bethers." I said and hugged her.

"It's what I do." She said. I laughed and took a bite of my delicious donut.

*after game*
Our team won by 2 points. I walked over to Cameron and hugged him.

"Good job babe."

"Thanks princess." Cameron said and kissed my head.

"Good job Cam!" Beth said and gave him a bear hug.

"Thanks Beth." He said.

"Well, I should go I have a date with Shawn!" She squealed. I hugged her goodbye and walked over to my car.

"Wait up!" I heard Cameron yell.

"Want to come over tonight?" Cameron asked.

"Maybe, I don't know if I can. I kinda have to watch Willow." I said.

"Okay, then text me." Cam said.

"Okay will do." I said and kissed his lips. I got in my car and buckled up. I turned on the radio and Sam Smith came on. I smiled and let his sweet voice fill my ears. 

I drove home and pulled into my driveway. I got out of my car and walked inside. I saw my brother and Willow sleeping on the couch.

I walked upstairs to my room and shut the door. I changed into grey sweat pants, and a white tank top. I then threw my hair up into a messy bun and sat on my bed.

My thoughts then began to take over my brain.

Why would my dad do that to me?
Does my family still love me?
Does Cameron still love?
Why am I so worthless.
Ugly
Fat
Worthless.

All those thoughts took over and before I knew I was crying. I was basically sobbing. I buried my face into my pillow and sobbed. I can't believe I'm crying this much. Nothing even happened.

I walked to my bathroom and opened my cabinet. I grabbed my razor and sat on the edge of the tub. I held it to my wrist and took a deep breath.

Before I knew it I had 6 fresh cuts on my wrist. I felt relieved. But, somehow i wanted more.

I walked over to my parents room and grabbed my moms sharp razor. I held in in the palm of my hand as I walked back to my room. I walked to my bathroom and sat on the floor this time.

I put the sharp blade of the razor to my wrist. All i wanted was the pain and humiliation to be gone.

I slide the blade deeper and deeper.

That's when things got bad.

A/n well shit. Anyway comment for a double update. I love you guys😻❤️
-kels xoxo