Broken Walls *AU*// L.T.

14. Darkness

Cami P.O.V.

I fluttered my eyes open to darkness. Had I gone blind? No, its just the room.

I could smell a strong musk masking its way through the air. It smelled like wetness, mixed with marijuana. That smell after it rains. My nose crinkled up in disgust.

I tried to hoist myself up, but to no avail, I collapse onto pavement. It's cold and damp, like a basement floor. My back feels like I got ran over by a trolley. Pain sneaks up my spine, but I try again. This time, I'm able to stand up.

I take a step back and hit my head on something hard, making me lean forward. My hand reaches for the wall, trying to hold myself up. I feel a switch and I press it , making a light turn on.

The light burns my eyes, but not to the point where I can't see. I'm in some kind of closet, with a water heater, and pipes. There are several maintenance supplies stacked upon the wall. This is the janitors closet.

The scene comes rushing back to me, and my vision starts to blur again, but I keep it under control. Why would Louis do that to me? Why does he care if I go out with Zayn? He doesn't love me... he isn't capable of loving anyone or treating them respectfully. He's broken, and I can't break down the wall he's put up again. I broke it once, but he did most of the breaking. I can't do it again.

I reach for the doorknob and collect my thoughts, twisting the rusty object. The door doesnt open. It must be stuck.

I put one of my Tom colored feet on the wall and grab the doorknob with both hands. I pull hard and push my foot against the wall for suppourt. It doesn't even budge. Someone must have locked me in or something.

I sigh and defeat. I start to bang on the door with my hands, my charm braclet dangling and making noise in the process.

After at least 10 minutes, I give up and decide to pick the lock with a bobby pin. I slip it out of my hair, and kneel down. Pain surges through my back once more, but I ignore it. I've had worse injury when I played football.

I jiggled the bobby pin around, until I heard a click. I took pride in my work and turned the knob, opening the door with ease. I heard a drip drop, the sound my tears made when they hit the floor. It wasn't my tears though, it was rain.

There was a leak in the corner or the room, and I could tell I was in a basement. The school basement.

I walked toward the window and saw that water was trickling through the small hall, and into the wall crease. It was dark, black even. It was from the ground. Just like Louis. Dark and dirty.

I ignores the leak and walked further down a long hallway, the light was fading, light, dark, then light again. It was creepy. But I didn't mind. It's better then being around people who hate me.

As I got closer to the end of the hall, I could hear talking and laughter. There was a room, and I could see straightforward. There was a pair of stairs right in the middle.

I felt a presence as soon as I stepped in the room, and knew this was one of the students personal hangout. The marijuana smell had gotten stronger, way stronger, and I started to choke, as it mist through the musky air. I could hear laughter and I turned around at the source of the voice.

Brian. And Louis. And Niall. And Liam. Even Zayn. Wow, the whole crew.

"I see you've awoken. You were suppoed to stay in the closet darlin'." Brian laughed, and a shiver ran down my spine. I stayed quiet.

"What closet?" Zayn asked. Brian just laughed.

"Nothing." He shrugged , but Zayn clenched his fist.

"What fucking closet? Did you lock her in that musky janitors closet Brian?" Zayn asked angrily. Brian laughed again.

"Yeah. She looked tired. And she fainted, so we gave her a nice rest place." Brian argued and I scoffed. I still didn't say a word.

My feet were glued to the floor , my eyes shut. I didn't even think about how I looked right now. My pupils were full blown and wild, and my clothes probably a bit dirty from the ground.

"You are really fucked up. What the fuck is wrong with you? Especially you Louis." Zayn spat and took a hit off his joint. I tried to control my senses, because man, did I want to try some.

"Whatever. Have a nice rest hun?" Louis smirked and my eyes got wider when I saw him suck on the tip of a joint. He only ever smokes when he's angry, he gave it up a year ago.

I still didn't utter a sound.

"I'm fucking talking to you."

I kept my eyes glued to the wall behind his head.

"Answer me!" He yelled and I jumped in suprise.

"Yes. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be getting home." I whispered and started to walk up the stairs, but stopped in my tracks when I heard Nialls voice.

"There's an hour left of school. Why dont you stay down here with us? Nice, comfortable couch right here." Niall patted the spot next to him, and I stood still.

"Yeah, cmon Cam, wouldn't hurt anyone." Zayn smiled and I started to shake my head in fear. "Cam, get over here. Now."

I didn't want to cause trouble and frankly I didn't want to speak. With all these boys down here alone with me, who knows what they could do to me.

So,

I agreed.

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