Do You Trust Me?

Chapter 10

I ran back to his locker, grabbed his stuff, and ran back to the ambulance. They had him hooked up to an IV drip and a heart monitor, just to make sure everything's all good with his heart. They were cleaning up his face when I got in. They told me to hold his hand to help him calm down, so I did, and he squeezed my hand the best he could. I rubbed my thumb along the top of his hand. I looked up and saw him smile a bit. I started crying again; I had let this happen to him. They asked him a bunch of questions like his name, his address, and the basics like that. He told the paramedics he lived with me. They told us that they had called his and our parents and that they were on their way. We looked at each other and winced at the fact that his parents would be there.

We got out and I had to sit in the waiting room for a few hours until he was all patched up. A few minutes in to my wait, his parents showed up. They saw me, and they started losing their shit on me. His mom was the worst out of the two. She started yelling at me in front of everyone, saying, "HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO OUR SON? YOU LET HIM GET BEAT UP, YOU PROBABLY HELPED BEAT HIM UP SO BADLY! YOU NO-GOOD, SATAN-WORSHIPING, SELF-CENTERED WHORE!" I couldn't believe what she had said to me. That was the breaking point. I started to cry, and screamed back, "LIKE YOU'RE ANY BETTER! YOU TWO ARE THE ONES WHO MADE YOUR "BELOVED" SON BUY HIS OWN FOOD, MATTRESS, CLOTHES, AND MADE HIM GO THROUGH HELL ALL BECAUSE HE DIDN'T FIT INTO YOUR COOKIE-CUTTER PLAN FOR HIM. IF YOU WERE HALF-DECENT HUMAN BEINGS WITH THE ABILITY TO FEEL HUMAN EMOTIONS, YOU WOULDN'T MAKE YOUR OWN KID PAY FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAD ONCE PROVIDED HIM BECAUSE HE THOUGHT DIFFERENTLY THAN YOU! ONE OF THE MANY DIFFERENCES BETWEEN YOU AND ME IS THAT I ACTUALLY LOVE CAMERON, AND I'M NOT HERE TO KEEP UP MY REPUTATION AND TO SAVE A LITTLE FACE!" With tears still streaming down my cheeks, I slowly started to hear others in the room clapping for me sticking up for myself.

Soon after, my mom walked in and ran up to me, squeezed me, and I cried into her shoulder. We sat on the opposite side of the waiting room than his parents. They a "Big Bang Theory" marathon on the little TV, so that kept me entertained while we waited. It was about 11 am when they let us in to see him. He had a cast on his leg and wires coming off his chest. I poked my head in to see if he was awake. He was, and his smile when he saw face was so elated and so joyful, it made me smile and start to tear up. I went over to him, and he tried to sit up to hug me, but his face screamed that he was in a lot of pain, so he laid back down. I giggled a bit and hugged him. I let him pull himself towards me, as not to hurt him. He whispered in my ear, "Don't worry about me, I'll make it through. I'm just glad you're safe." I started to cry again because I was just so in awe of his selflessness of putting me before his own safety and well-being, yet I didn't have a scratch on me, and his lip alone had three stitches.