swirl ›› cameron dallas

twenty nine

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{breanna's pov}
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We just finished dinner and I was sitting watching tv.
I felt the table vibrating and noticed that it was thanks to my phone.

Cameron

Can we talk? Please.

I blocked my phone and placed it again over the table.
The typical text. He texted me the same every single day during this past week.

"Bree, reach me the plates please." My mom asked.

"Sure!"

I picked them up and walked next to her. I put them inside the sink and cleaned the rest of the stuff that was over the table.

The bell rang and we looked at each other.

"I'll open the door, just keep cleaning." My mom said leaving. I heard the food opening and her talking. "Breanna, it's for you."

I washed my hands and walked to the door. My mom was asking if someone was okay which made me feel anxious.

"Who's there ?" I asked but then I saw it.

My mom turned around and gave me a worried look.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She kept asking him and he nodded looking down. "I will leave you alone."

She left and I decided to approach to him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked but it took him a while to reply.

He lifted his head looking at me. Puffy eyes and messy hair. He didn't smell like alcohol so he wasn't drunk but he didn't look good at all.

"Can we talk please? I need to talk with someone and I felt like you were the right person..." He said kinda mumbling.

"Walk in..."

I'm extremely worried right now. I don't know how to act because I'm still disappointed but he looks like a big mess even tho I don't why.

I told him to follow me and we walked upstairs to my room. I closed the door and he sat on the edge of my bed. As I sat next to him and he covered his face with both of his hands.

"This was a stupid idea, I'm sorry for bothering you. I should leave. I'm sorry."

"Cameron...look at me." I said removing his hands and his eyes were full of water. I never saw him like this. "Tell me what happened."

"My dad." He said taking a deep breath. "He might die soon."

I was speechless. I just wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him.
I don't care about what happened these past few weeks, he helped me with my mom so I have to help him now.

"Can you explain it better?" I asked pulling away and he nodded cleaning his eyes.

"He has lung cancer and he got worse, his lungs are almost stopping. He only smoked cigarettes but he used to be a drug addicted."

"Why didn't you ever tell me this before ?"

"I was ashamed...I was ashamed of what you could think of me. I even kinda changed the story when I told you about my dad."