Bad. (Cameron Boyce Love Story)

Chapter 4

Hailee's P.O.V

My heart stopped, and my breath hitched in my throat.

"He's out?" I whispered, my voice hoarse and raspy.

"Yes. Your grandma called. She said he is going to be released tomorrow." Spencer said.

Tears filled my eyes.

"But he killed him! He killed B-B... He killed him." I started sobbing.

I couldn't even say his name.

"Well Ramon told the judge lies." Peyton said with a sad face.

"But it..... he killed.... Brody is dead because of Ramon. And so is my mom! " I yelled in anger.

"Whats going on?" Cameron asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I flinched at his touch and I got up. I ran outside to Peyton's backyard.

I sat in the grass and bawled.

I heard someone's foot steps.

"Hailee?" Cameron called from behind me.

"Please.....just leave me alone." I asked quietly.

"Who is Ramon? And Brody?" Cameron asked, sitting next to me.

"Nobody." I whispered.

"You can trust me." He said, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just.... that I don't like talking about it." I told him.

"I think I deserve to know. After all I am your boyfriend." Cameron said.

"You've been my boyfriend for a day." I said as-a-matter-of-fact.

"Well I'm surprised I've known you for two years and this is the first time I've ever heard about this." Cameron said, a little anger hinting his voice.

"Because this happened way before you came along! I don't want to talk about it!" I yelled getting up.

I started to walk away when I felt someone grope my wrist.

"Tell me." He said with a puppy dog look.

"Fine you want to know? Ramon is my dad. One night he came home drunk and had a gun pointed to me. My older brother Brody came in just in time. He took a bullet for me. He died that second. My mom committed suicide because she couldn't live without her first born." I said, yanking my wrist out of his grip.

I ran to the side of the house and got on my scooter and drove home.

I walked through my front door and my grandma was sitting at the table, a worried look on her face.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said quietly, running up to my room.

I slammed my door, and went under my bed and pulled out a shoe box.

I opened it and saw my

e-cigarette. I grabbed it.

I sat on my bed and started smoking. I only did this when I was upset. It's a bad habit I need to break.

I inhaled, and the flavor of Maple Syrup flooded me. I blew out, and the smoke curled out of my nostrils.

Seconds later I heard knocking on my door.

"Hailee? You have a guest." My grandma said.

I put my e-cig in my bra.

"Come in." I yelled.

Peyton walked in.

"Oh, it's just you." I said, pulling out my cigarette and smoking.

Peyton has her own e-cigarette. And she smokes weed. But every only every once in awhile.

"Yeah, Cameron wanted to come and check up on you, but I didn't think it would be a good idea. You need your best friend." She said, cradling me in her arms. I laid on her shoulder.

She took the cigarette out of my hand, and set it down on my table.

I started crying.

"You need to tell the court what really happened. You can't keep his secret." Peyton whispered in my ear.

"But then he'll come after me. He will kill me." I stuttered.

"He told the Judge that he shot Brody because Brody was hurting you. Tell them the truth." Peyton encouraged.

"I haven't told anyone! I couldn't talk about that night for years!" I sobbed in her shoulder.

"You lost your mom and Brody because of this man." Peyton said.

Ramon lied and said, that Brody was hurting me and shot Brody out of self defense.

Which is a lie.... I haven't spoke about what ACTUALLY happened. I didn't speak at ALL for a whole 8 months after the shooting.

"I need to feel better." I sniffled.

"Well there's always one thing that gets us in a better mood." Peyton said with a small smile.

"Lets go!" I said a little more happy.

We went downstairs and left the apartment.

We walked to my neighbors.

A tall woman answered.

"Hey girls!" She happily exclaimed.

"Hi Mrs. Jonalin, is Marcus home?" Peyton asked.

"Yeah let me go get him." Marcus' mom closed the door.

Marcus is my friend. And Peyton's.

He is a pot-head.

We hang out and he gives us weed ALL the time.

A minute later a blonde boy with brown eyes appeared at the door.

His hat had a marijuana leaf on it.

I smiled.

"Hey Marc." I waved.

"Hey ladies." He winked at us.

I rolled my eyes and Peyton giggled.

"Lets go to the park." He said.

He had a backpack and we started walking to the park.

He pulled out a e-cig and started smoking.

"What flavor?" Peyton asked.

"Cinnamon." He said.

Later we were all crammed in a tunnel at the park.

And then we got high. 💨