contrast » cameron dallas

twenty-six

january 19th, night.

Rose was sitting in front of the mirror, surrounded by makeup but not for the best reasons. She was using it to hide her bruises...once again.

She wasn't obviously going to help Cameron with Math anymore so she had to come back to her old habits to get some money.

That was probably the main reason why she didn't go to school. To hide her bruises because she would feel embarrassed if someone noticed it. Maybe not just someone, but a specific person.

Her phone buzzed once again, making it light up but she locked her phone, ignoring the text.

"Honey ?" She heard her mom knocking and she immediately cleaned everything.

"Walk in." She said glancing one last time at the mirror to check if the bruises were covered.

"I brought you something to eat, are you feeling better ?" Her mom said placing a tray over her bed.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a little better now, thank you." Rose replied with a small even though she felt guilty for having to lie to her mom.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me." Her mom said quickly placing a kiss on her forehead and then left the room.

Rose took a deep breath and picked up the orange juice from the tray before sitting down. She also picked up her phone and decided to finally open her texts and check her missed calls.

She kept scrolling and all that she could see was Cameron's name...until some texts caught her attention.

Cameron

I'm outside of your house,
please let me talk to you,
Hello? Please Roselyn...,
Come here...,
Talk to me and I'll leave you alone.

"This kid is crazy..." Rose murmured to herself when she noticed the time difference between the texts, showing that he was already there for awhile.

She got up from the bed and opened the window's curtain lightly to look outside.
In the middle of the storm, she noticed that a car was parked next to her house, a familiar car...his car.

"No, not going to happen." She said, sitting down again and then took a sip of orange juice.

The sound of the thunders started getting louder and she kept looking through the window, feeling her heart beating faster.

She searched for his number and decided to call him, at least to tell him to leave.

"Pick up..." She murmured, taping her foot on the floor repeatedly. But nothing.

She threw her phone to the bed and lay back, trying to focus on something else, avoiding the whole situation.

The weather wasn't helping and multiple questions kept popping to her mind. "Fuck it."

She immediately got up and dressed a hoodie, pulling the hood up. She had to go there.

She closed her room's door without making any noise and went downstairs carefully, hiding from her mom. She quickly walked to back door and then ran in direction of his car.