I'm Fine (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter 7

I wake up to find myself in my own room, wrapped in about a dozen towels and my blanket on top. I try to remember what happened.

***Flashback***

"Alyssa!" I hear a familiar voice yell from the road.

I barely life up my head to see who was trying to catch my attention. It was Gilinsky. I put my head back down, not wanting to move. I didn't care that it was down pouring. I was drenched in tears anyway.

I hear a car door slam shut and footsteps come closer and closer to me. I'm wrapped up in his arms and I struggle to try and get out of them.

"Leave me alone!" I scream at him, squirming out of his grasp multiple times until he finally succeeds and picks me up bridal style. "No!" I whine as he lays me on the back seat of his car.

I eventually give up trying to struggle once he shuts the door and walks to the drivers side and continues driving.

"What were you doing in Cameron's driveway?"

"None of your concern." I snap and begin to tear up again as I reminisce the lingering feeling of Cameron's lips on mine. The way he touched me ever so gently but forcefully at the same time, to make me feel safe.

"I'm taking you home." he sighs.

Before I know it, I'm drifting off into a deep sleep, not wanting to do anything but stay asleep. The rest of my life. My heart has never felt so broken.

***End of Flashback***

I move around in the covers, feeling unusually uncomfortable. I lift the covers up to find myself only in my bra and panties which was a little disturbing until I remembered. When Jack finally got me to my house, I was barely awake, but remember him taking off my soaking wet clothes, then laying me in my bed. It was sweet of him, but now I feel insecure as hell. Which is weird because I thought it couldn't get any worse than this.

I roll out of bed and search for my phone through my covers, on my night stand, in my bathroom, everywhere I could and still no luck. I was getting furious now. Whenever I can't find my phone, which is like my life in a device, I begin to get really pissed off. I grab my black robe on the back of my bedroom door and put it on, tying the knot around my waist, then exit my room quietly. It had to be around noon, the next day. I didn't think it was possible for me to sleep so long. It's been at least 11 hours.

I tip toe down the hall way and peek through the crack opened in Matt's room. I see him making out with some girl and I roll my eyes, scoffing quietly and begin my descend down the stairs. I hear mumbling of a male voice and come to realize it was the TV on downstairs. Half way down the stairs, I look around the living room and see my dad sitting on the couch with... MY PHONE?!!!

"What are you doing with my phone?!!!!" I shout at him, storming over to him and grab it out of his hands.

"I was seeing what could be the reason behind your little break down today! Your brother said you went to Cameron's but when I swung by, I come to find that you weren't there and neither was Cameron! Then I come back home and find a boy undressing you in your room, while you were passed out!" He screams at me with the most anger in his voice I've ever heard.

Wow, this seemed really bad. I understood why he would see this whole situation as looking very confusing and bad, but he shouldn't flip out on me until he knew the whole story.

"Let me explain..."

"Please do!" He crosses his arms and stares at me with narrowing eyes, making me feel small and intimidated.

"I went over to Cameron's to tell him something. It didn't go well, I had a mental break down, and then Jack found me in the pouring rain and took me home. He undressed me because I was soaking wet and he wouldn't lay me in my bed to sleep in soaked clothes. Yes I feel absolutely ashamed about it, but all-in-all, he was just trying to be nice."

I watch him take his eyes off me and huff in frustration walking towards the kitchen. I timidly follow and sit on a bar stool at the kitchen island counter as he grabs a beer out of the fridge and pops it open.

"Please say something." I mumble, feeling awkward because of the silence.

"Give me your phone." He states blankly, holding out his hand.

"What?! No!" I hold my phone into my chest, shifting my body away from him, like it would help.

"Alyssa now!"

I stare at his hand and roll my eyes and place my phone hesitantly in his phone, he snatches it away from my grasp and open the kitchen drawer and slams my phone down into it and locks the drawer. That was Matt and I's phone jail that our mom created when both of us first got phones, before she left us. There was a lock and key waiting in the drawer at all times, and of course my dad decides to continue using the punishment even without mom. I hated it.

"But you're leaving again. How am I supposed to get my phone back?"

"When I get back."

"BUT YOU'LL BE GONE FOR A MONTH!!!!!!" I shout at him, immediately regretting my tone.

"Watch your tone of voice with me or it will be two months!!!" he yells back at me.

I growl in frustration and run up to my room, slamming my door behind me.

"Keep it down!" I hear Matt shout from his room, followed by the sound of female moans. Gross.

"Only if you shut up the whore you have in your room!" I shout back and walk into my bathroom, locking the door.

I stare at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. Everything in the past 24 hours all happened just because of my one mistake. Kissing Cameron. You know, actually it was the mistake even before that. I made the mistake of even going over to his house in the first place!

My thoughts roam from every mistake I've ever made, putting me deeper and deeper in the depression that was slowly making it's way back into my life. I've been in a deep depression before that took 5 months to break me out of when my mom left us. It was really bad. I had to go to counseling and be watched 24/7 and everything.

I turn on the bath water on as hot as it could go and strip down. I sit in the tub and try and tolerate my skin burning from the extreme temperature. Once I got used to it, I quickly fell asleep.

Maybe I'll just drown.