The Player {c.d}

41- Sweet dreams

Avery

With Cameron's grip tightly holding my hand, he walked over towards his beats speaker and shut it off. Loud booing soon erupted throughout the room. People yelled at him and cussed, causing Cameron to get frustrated.

"Parties over! Everyone out!" He ordered, pointing his finger at the door.

The crowd of people eyed him. They rolled their eyes and everyone left.

It took about five minutes until everyone trained out of the house, and  left to go home.

The house remained in a giant mess. Cups and garbage scattered the carpeted floors and stuff had been thrown across the room.

Cameron sighed in disappointment. He then turned to me, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry". He apologized, digging his face into the crook of his neck.

I hug him back, wrapping my arms around his tall figure. "For what?" I question, burying my face into his chest.

"I'm sorry for putting you through that". He says, rubbing his hands up and down my back. "I was suppose to save you, not let him take you and hurt you like that".

I stayed quiet for a few minutes, taking in the enjoyment of his hug. "It's not your fault". I say.

His hands travelled down my body, and picked me up by the waist. I wrapped my legs around his torso, still hugging him.

He walked me into the messy kitchen, and placed me on the counter, which no longer was covered in cups.

His body left mine, and he turned around and opened up the fridge. He rummaged through it, until pulling out a bag of frozen peas.

"Here". He says, gently handing me the package and standing between my dangling legs.

I gladly took it from him and placed the cold pack onto my bruise, forming on my rib.

The coldness of the bag caused me to shiver.

Cameron stuck both his arms on either side of my body, and stared at me. He watched as several tears dropped from my eyes and fell to the floor.

His hand reached up and cupped my damp cheek. He stroked my skin with his thumb, wiping away each falling tear.

I smiled at his touch, as my excessive breathing calmed down.

As my crying died down, Cameron leaned in and placed a kiss on my nose.

As his presence pulled away, the faint sound of sirens rang from outside.

Cameron turned his head, and I could see the reflection of the flashing lights twinkling in his eyes, from outside.

The police had arrived.

He turned back to me, and helped me off the counter.

He led me to the front door and opened it. The sound of the sirens grew tremendously as the cops pulled up in front of his house.

Noah stood at the end of the driveway with Jack still on the ground unconscious.

I clasped the package of peas closer to my body and walked outside. Cameron followed behind me.

I watched as one cop walked up to Noah and began talking to him. They murmured back and forth, discussing what had happened. The other cop walked up to Jacks body, and tried to wake him up.