Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty Nine

I just stopped posting! I'm sorry! I'm not sure if people still read my pile of shit stories, but for those who do, here's chapter 69.

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I hear dripping. Like the sound a sink makes when you don't turn the water off completely. And it stinks. Like drugs and week-old food. I hear the sound of a lighter ignite, then an inhale, then an exhale.

"Good morning, sunshine." A hand strokes my bruised cheek.

"Fuck you, don't touch her." I hear Cameron yell. Immediately afterwards, I hear him wince from being punched.

My eyes flutter open and I see my father with two other men, both of them hovering over Cameron, guarding him or something.

"Shut up," my dad hisses at Cameron before looking at me. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?" He questions me like he actually cares.

I try to speak, but my throat is dry and words get clogged at my throat.

"I'm so sorry it had to come to this, baby." He mumbles, pulling out a long knife and setting it on the table next to me. I start to panic and move around, but I'm suspended from the ceiling. I dart my eyes to Cameron, who is restrained against a brick wall. He gives me a reassuring look, as if I'm supposed to be okay with this. I almost give him an angry look, but his facial expression doesn't change.

He pulls out a gun and two other pocket knives.

"Stop," I murmur his way. He looks at me, high or drunk or whatever, but doesn't say anything. He pulls more weapons from his body and places them on the table in order of pain. I panic and look to Cameron once more, but he has the calmest face. I can't even tell what he's thinking. His eyes wander around the room, identifying every object in the room. I can tell he's thinking of something, I just don't know what.

My dad looks up at me. He notices me studying Cameron. His angry eyes dart to him, then back at me. "Take him to the other room." My dad mumbles, looking me in my eyes.

"No no," I start panicking. kicking my legs and moving around hysterically.

"It's okay, Leighton," Cam shouts, "Everything's going to be okay." I look in his eyes one last time and see that glimmer of light.

The fact that I might never see him again breaks my heart. I want to cry, I want to break free, I want to wake up from this horrible nightmare. I can't handle the pressure my heart is under right now. The love of my life is saying goodbye. I think about all the times we've been together. All the times he's said goodbye to me. All the times we fought over things that don't even matter to me now because he's leaving. And it hurts. This desolation that consumes me.

"I love you," he mouths to me. I let a single tear fall down my cheek. His facial expression demands for me to be strong. Then he's gone.

"Cute kid." My father's voice bites. I dart my hard eyes his way.

"Go to hell," I snap, shaking in my bounds. "I swear to God if he doesn't do it, I'll kill you myself." He mocks me with his devilish laugh. He continues to rummage through his weapon collection. "You're a coward." His neck snaps up at me.

His fingers reach for a knife and it connects to my throat, starting the burn as sweat enters my cuts. "You watch your mouth. You and your momma...I tell you. You two just throw words around without thinking of the consequences." I squirm under his grip. He removes the knife and i can tell blood is exiting my neck.

"He's gonna come back..." I mumble, with a dry, cotton-like feeling in my mouth. Garrett looks up at me and laughs, almost mocking me. Or belittling me.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," I pause, looking at him up and down. "And he's going to kill you." His smile drops but he doesn't take his eyes off his knives.

He's about to speak but a loud bang goes off. It sounds like shots. Then one after another. I flinch at every one. I'm not sure if it's my imagination or something real. I immediately think about Cameron. If something went wrong. If my  dad told them to dispose of his body. I look over at Garrett and see him looking worried. Only for an instance does he show fear, then he laughs.

"I guess your boyfriend said the wrong thing." 

My heart drops and I can't help but break down and cry. "Fuck you! I hate you! I'm going to kill you I hate you!" He doesn't pay me any attention which only makes me angrier. I've never felt so much rage, I don't know what to do with it. "You're a coward. I swear you're nothing. You aren't shit. And I hope you burn in hell." He walks away for a moment, letting my words sink in. 

"I wasn't always like this." He mumbles quietly. "Things were different. When you were a little baby, me and your mother would always take you to the park and feed you ice cream even though it was never good for you." I remember that. The ice cream was always cold and I seemed to make a face that made them laugh. Which made me laugh. But there's no time for memories or regrets. As he talks, I wiggle myself lose from the ties, but don't drop. I eye the weapons he organized on the table. "You were so little and innocent. Your eyes. You have my eyes and I would always tell your mother that."

I drop down and make a louder noise than I anticipated. Garrett spins around and charges to me. I try to swing but my hit doesn't phase him. He knocks me into the wall and I scream in agony. The leg that got punctured with glass is now pulsating and any minute now, I'll lose feeling in it. He punches me in my rib and I cry in pain. I kick him in between his legs and that gives me a little time to wiggle lose and crawl towards the door. One side of my body is limp so when I try to stand and run, I only end up falling to the ground again. My chin hits the pavement hard but I don't give up crawling. 

I feel a sharp pain in my ankle and I scream louder than I've ever screamed before. I feel the weight of my father on top of me and it gives me flashbacks of when he'd sneak into my room at night. I start to panic, becoming short of breath. I squirm and try to get lose but as usual, he overpowers me.

"Hey!" A voice shouts, stopping the commotion. I look up to see Cameron slouched over with a gun in his hand. He's bleeding but I can't locate where from, and his eyes angry and dark. He's not even Cameron in a way. He stands before me as someone I do not know. He waves the gun at my father, unsteadily. "Get off of her."

Slowly but surely my father crawls off me. When I think I'm free, he yanks me up and puts a knife to my throat, holding me against his sweaty and smelly body. "Go ahead, take the shot." 

Cameron looks anxious. Or nervous. Or on edge. Or every other emotion but okay. I want him to take the shot. His hands are shaky and his heart is probably racing but I want him to take the shot. I want this to be over. I want my father to pay for what he's done to me after all these years even if that means sacrificing myself as well. Cameron looks me in the eye and he becomes that soft being that I fell in love with. He's the Cameron that would hold my face in his strong hand and kiss me softly on the lips. The Cameron that would make me melt from just the look in his eye. Then he looks at my father, and there's nothing but pure hatred in his eyes. 

"I love you." 

And then everything goes dark.