Distress

Three

 CAMERON   

I can't help but stomp my feet on the sidewalk. I just messed up big time, and guess what? I just lost a friend. Damn it. I don't know how to feel towards myself, but all I know is that I needed to change this terrific world. You don't know what I feel now but.. yes! A coffee! Right, a coffee.

Making my way towards the nearest cafe is quite a long walk. I did not bring my car with me, I just walked out the door when Mallory and Nash are arguing. I know, I should be the one fixing it but, what do you expect from this stubborn-brat and jerk?

 I suddenly realized that I am regretting not taking it with me 'cause Jake and his friends are on their way to confront me, oh no.

"Cameron." Jake said sternly, oh no Jake, bad idea.

"Yes? Matters? I'll list it down."

"This isn't because of you. And shut the fuck up with your listings." He groaned. His cats on his back have this weird look at me which I just decided to drop off already. I have a feeling this is not going to be good.

"Alright fine. What do you want?" I kept my voice low. Don't want to get into trouble again.

"It's about my ex.  I heard you slept with her." My breath hitches, how the hell did he know it?

"I-um, what?" I stuttered. Fuck Cameron, this isn't right. Stuttering isn't a good idea, now, you'll have to count... one.

"You heard me." His face starts to go closer and his eyes wildly looks back.. two.

"No, I didn't." I denied, which is far from true... right? He loosen up his hand and pushed his sleeve through his upper arm. I can feel it, oh my god, I can feel it... three.

I felt my nose swing forward as he throw a square punch in my face. His friends tackled me on the ground, as I lose my balance to stand up. I tried to pick up my hand from their grip but they're gearing it up with such force. The first one brought his fist onto my abdomen, which caused me to yelp. Ugh, that was so tough. The second one continued Jake's work on my nose. I swear, it's bleeding so bad right now. I groaned, I can't even help myself, I can't bring myself to jab them back. The third one kicks my torso, while Jake drags me around midway. I can feel the blood dripping around my cheek, my vision starts to get blur. I just decided not to fight back. I just let them hurt me, just like how girls I played felt. This is right. I can die right now.

"Alright stop. He got what he deserve. Watch your back man, or else you'll get worse than that." I heard Jake's steps away from me, follows three pairs of feet. I clutch my stomach, as it feels like it's about to explode. No, I can do this. I can walk see? I stood up but failed miserably, ugh, this is so painful. I expect myself to be unconscious and I wonder why I am not. I wish though.

I managed to take few steps back in my flat. It took a long time but all that matters now is that, I am finally here, safe and sound. No, not safe, not really. What the heck you are wailing about Cameron?

I can't bring myself on putting my hand on the knob, thinking that they might still be here, they would just go knacker and baffle around my face. So I decided to sit on my front porch. Could this day get any worse? 

Fans are still speculating why I am not updating frequently. That their eyes could be white or something. I don't know, I feel like I'm in my own world now, I felt so distant around the boys, I felt so different. Different that I got into a fight with two of them. Added Jake, and his minions. Added my behavior that alters every one in my sight. Oh how could I even blame them or accuse them when seriously, it is all my likeness. That their unlikeliness.

I bowed my head down, this is all my desire right? I made them, I did these to them. And I am almost drown to myself, why am I acting like this in the first place? I rubbed my nose to my hand, all I see is red, and a bit of clot. I eyed the front porch, there's no towels around here. It's all inside. Groaning, I felt the urge to finally enter this maniac. When really, I'm the maniac.

It's silent. So okay, no one's here. I also didn't notice Nash's sneakers inside. Yes, I am alone. My stomach still hurts, as my nose is about to break any minute now. 

I grabbed the ice pack down the cupboard, filling it in with ice, I pat it on my nose, few times. It hurts like heck but there is no way this is going to remain the same.

I continued patting it, feeling like it is getting worse than before but this is what mom told me. Then I remembered getting into a fight when I was nine, she instructed me what to do, that was a one big fight though, getting sandwiched between two marshmallows but the difference is, they're not weightless. 

My mom and sister had to stay in my aunt's place for a month and they have a week left before coming home, and apparently, I am literally alone. You can see the logic in there, I just hope my mom would not find a bra when they get back home.

The pain somehow changes into normal, thankfully. I washed it and pat it dry with a towel. I know, this must be so swollen by the next day. I took pain killer and gulped it down, and covered my nose with a band aid. My stomach? Um, I don't really know, should I go to the doctor? Nah, I think it faintly changes, and becomes a little light now.

I slipped off my top leaving my chest bare, the big lump of bruise forms at the top of my stomach, followed by little patches and discolorations. I can't let this just be the same like this. I grabbed the same ice pack before but I replace it with new ice.

My ceremony kinda finished. And I hope this will be going to be better than before. I won't let that happen again, this is too much. But I really never thought that Jake is Mallory's ex. Did Aaron knew that? Did Aaron knew that Jake beat me up like into a sack? 

My phone vibrates, knocking me off of my reverie. I groaned, 'cause I have to stand up and answer that. Stand up and that will just make my stomach in pain. But whatever, probably just my mother.

I reached my phone, oh, that wasn't so bad, my stomach can finally move a little. On the fourth ring, I didn't bother to look who was calling, I just knew that I have to answer it right away.

"Hello?"

"Cam, this is Shawn. Come and drive to Northridge right now!" He infuriates. 

"What? You mean the hospital? Why?"

"Aaron stabbed himself that's why... fuck."