(The picture to the side is of Tyler.) "Bye Mello." Tyler said peeking his head into my room.
"Bye." I mumbled.
He stood there for a moment before walking out. I heard him walk out the front door while Cam walked into my room. He closed the door and locked it, walking towards my bed. He sat on it, crawling towards me. I laid back as he climbed on top of me.
"Truth is Mello, I want you all to myself." Cam said, kissing around my collar bone.
"I don't even want to share you with dad." He said, stroking my long blonde hair.
Surprise, surprise,. I thought. He bagan to kiss my lips and I didn't struggle. I didn't feel like being beat, not today. My eyes closed and my hands found the bottom of his shirt. Cam's hands went under my shirt, touching them to my bare stomach. He pulled my shirt off and I pulled off his. He started kissing down my neck and I moaned.
"Tyler." I gasped.
Cam pulled away and stared blankly at me. I Jumped up, sitting on the edge of the bed. Did I just say that? Did I really just call out for Tyler?
"What did you just say?" He asked, scooting so close I could feel the heat of his breath on the back of my neck.
"Nothing. I- I'm sorry." I whispered, but I don't think I was. It felt good to hurt him in a way I never thought I could
I reached to the floor and grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head.
"Mello.... I'm sorry!" Cam shouted.
He rested his head on the back of my neck and I could feel the cold tears.
"Mello, I love you." Cam said.
"When I was little I thought you would always love me because I was your sister. But now as I got older, I thought you hated me." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"No. Mello, I don't hate you. But I don't love you like a brother should either. I'm in love with you Melody! I always hurt you because I thought you would get away from me. And now, here you are with feelings for my best friend, and he likes you back. I thought he was gonna take you away from me, I had to tell him to stay away from you."
I moved off of the bed, Cam's head drooping. I walked to the door, unlocked it and opened it. Before walking out I said,
"Cam if you truly love me you would be happy if I was happy. But I'm not happy. I'm suffering."
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Tell Me That You Love Me
Teen FictionLove. Such a small word with such a big meaning. To bad Melody never truly knew what it meant. For nearly half her life this fourteen year old girl has been facing both physical and sexual abuse, dealt out to her by her older brother and father like...
