Camellia Flower ● E.D

Chapter Thirteen ; Bad Boy

"Where's isolation?" I panted, stopping every boy I passed to ask them.

Everyone shrugged their shoulders and went on playing football or basketball until I stopped a tall, big built guy who's voice was deep and scary, "behind the Nurses office", he growled.

"Thank you", I patted his shoulder awkwardly and ran even faster towards the Nurses office. It was a small but long white office that looked like a bunch of cabins painted white and stuck together. I found the side entrance and scurried along it to get to the back.

"Get the fuck off me", I heard Ethan groan.

ETHAN.

As I ran around the corner to the back I was appalled by what I saw. Ethan had his hands held behind his back by the big man that brought him there in the first place. He was trying to lift Ethan into a small, dark room thats door was made of thick, dirty metal and looked like what they have on prison doors. My Dad was standing by the door, shouting at Ethan and trying to push him in the room.

"STOP!" I shouted, everyone stopped and stared at me, as if it were a game of musical statues.

"CAMELLIA! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? GET OUT OF HERE!" My Dad bellowed, he marched quickly towards me and gripped onto my shoulder, trying to redirect me away from Ethan.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted, brushing his hand away from my shoulder. "What are you doing with Ethan?" I questioned as I tried to push passed my Dad to get to him.

"Ethan's going away, I don't want him anywhere near you", Dad grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me back.

"I told you not to fucking touch me!" I shouted, I wriggled about but Dad didn't let go, he gripped onto my arm tight so I couldn't touch Ethan. Ethan was looking at me helpless, he was kicking his feet against the big door so the big man couldn't put him inside the room. "Stop it! You're hurting him!" I shouted even louder.

"Camellia! He's bad, and you're better than him!" Dad spoke harshly to me this time, his voice was getting a lot more serious.

"Yeah. He's a bad boy, but when he smiles I only see the good in him", I breathed out, trying to calm to situation.

"If your Mother was here she would not appr-" Dad started. I have had enough..

"No wonder Mom stopped loving you. You've turned into a
fucking physicopath!" I shouted into his face, as soon as the words left my mouth my Dad's face dropped and I regretted it. Before I could think anymore I felt a sharp slap across my left cheek. Dad's hand dropped and left a painful sting on my face, I put my hand to cover my face and felt the warm tears pour down my cheeks like a waterfall.

So I ran.

I ran away from my problems like I always do.

I ran away from my Dad, I ran away from Ethan, and I wanted to run away from this camp and never come back.

The cabin door was open but no one was inside, my room was empty, I rummaged through my drawers to find all of my clothes had been packed into my suitcase by the door. I stopped frantically searching my room and stood infront of the mirror to look at myself.

My whole face was bright red and wet from crying, I placed my hand over the left side of my face, it was wet and boiling hot. I looked like a mess, my hair was tatty and my clothes were twisted.

A note was written and stuck to my bed, 'Taxi coming at 8am tomorrow, boys sleeping in another cabin tonight - Officer Stone'.

I stared at the note as my mouth dropped, I'm never going to see Ethan again. My eyes started flooding with tears and I couldn't hold it in. I cried, and I screamed for Ethan. I wanted his muscley arms wrapped around mine, I felt protected when I'm with him, and now I feel like a lost soul.

No one else in this world loves me like he does. Ethan brought back that missing piece of happiness into my heart that I've missed since my Mom left. But now it feels like it's been ripped right out again, and trampled on by own father, who can't even write me a note signed Dad.

Stop crying Camellia. Go to fucking sleep, wake up tomorrow and find Ethan. Tell him you love him and refuse to let him go.

That's what I did. I got changed into my shorts and shirt, got into bed and closed my eyes. I couldn't not cry, so I lay in bed and sobbed to myself.

"What if I never see him again?"

*Sniff*

"This is all my fault".

*Sniff*

"If only he knew-"

*Sniff*

"How much he means to me".

When I eventially managed to somewhat calm myself and started to breathe through my nose again I rolled over in bed to a dry patch of my pillow and decided it would be best if I go to sleep. I'm doing myself no good to be laying in bed crying.

I started to feel myself going to sleep, slowly my mind was emptying of all the bad thoughts and tears.

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"Camellia", a whisper said in my ear. "Cammy wake up".

Cammy? Only one person calls me Cammy.

"Ethan!" I shouted as I opened my eyes. Infront of me was a very tired looking Ethan, wearing black joggers and his grey hoodie, with his hood up. I flung myself onto him as I felt the biggest smile grow on my face, Ethan's cold hands rubbed up and down my back as he hugged me back.

"They're taking me away tomorrow", Ethan said as he pulled away from our bear hug, "and I had to see you one last time".

My eyes were already starting to tear up, "how did you get out of there?" I asked, remembering the dark room and prison like door.

"That doesn't matter". Ethan's hands moved from my forearm to my waist, "what matters is that this is our last night for I don't know how long", Ethan paused as his hands held the waistband of my shorts, "and I want to make you feel good".