Notice Me(Cameron Dallas FanFic)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

The weekend came by as long as usual. I already dreaded the days to come when the school week would start again. My life was better than before, though. I had Cameron.

Over the weekend, Taylor was holding a party. Well, not really a party, just for his friends. A small party. I guess it's just to hang out. But at least of normal size. I don't know what I'm talking about.

Cameron drove me over to Taylor's house and we entered together. Taylor's attempt at hugging the both of us with his broken arm while impaired couldn't have started this "party" better, in my eyes.

Nash handed Cameron a cup filled with the brownish-orangish liquid. "I'm not gonna drink much tonight," Cameron said and shooed the cup away. Nash shrugged and drank some of it.

"Same," I told Cameron. I wasn't in the mood to get drunk, I just wanted to hang out with Cameron.

Footsteps fumbled behind me and Cameron. I turned around to find an already drunk-as-hell Carter tripping over his feet. Anxiety instantly washed over me and I had no idea why. Questioned filed through my head like a machine gun would through paper.

"What does he want?" "Why is he here?" "Will he talk to me?" "Is he going to do anything?" "Will Cameron talk to him?" "Is he going to talk to Cameron?" "Is he going to hurt me?" "What can I do?" "Is he not coming up to me?" "Is there someone behind me?" "Will Cameron tell him to leave me alone?" "Is he going to bring up what happened at Cameron's house?" "Why is he so drunk?"

More and more questions went through my head in what felt like an eternity. It was really a split second until he spoke up. "Heyy! Eva, can we talk?" He hiccuped throughout his sentence and grabbed my wrist. Instantly, Cameron stepped in front of me and yanked Carter's hand.

"You're talking to me, too," Cameron spoke up. "You're drunk, I'm gonna watch your every move."

"Dude, I just wanna ask her something. Can't I? I think I can control myself. I'm not gonna rape her, especially after I sort of just got rejected," Carter replied. Oh, just kill me! Did he really have to bring that up?

Cameron looked back at me and gave me a smile, as if saying, "Good job." I felt sort of happy about that, but still, I don't want Carter talking to me, nor do I want him around me. He's drunk, I'm scared of him at this moment. "Fine," Cameron said. No, I don't wanna go.

"Okay," was the last thing I heard myself say before I was led upstairs by Carter. He pulled me into a hallway and we both rested ourselves onto the walls behind us. I felt frozen again. Paralyzed, the only thing I could feel was my feet attached to the ground.

"So?" I asked him. Almost right after I asked, I felt Carter's body fall onto mine. He had feeling in his body, he knew exactly what he was doing even though he was drunk. He did what I predicted, what anyone could've predicted. He kissed me over and over. I couldn't move. My mind was empty. The only thing I could think of was the first day I spent with Carter, my first date. It was all too similar, besides the fact that he was drunk.

Everything was moving too fast. The next thing I knew, Carter's fingers fumbled around my inner thighs. In a split second, he invited himself inside. In a blink, his hand was in my panties.

I couldn't feel what he was doing, just the warmth from his hand. My mind was blank but there was frenzy. I couldn't think but I was panicking. My mind shut down but was still active.

All I know is that I couldn't do anything. I was quiet. I was frozen, like I always am at these situations.

Carter's other hand roamed my shirt and I felt his body move closer to me. I heard his pants rustling and felt my skirt slide down along with my underwear. Then, he placed himself in me. My stomach was filled with knots and I heard Carter purr inside of my mouth, letting go of the alcoholic smell he attempted to hold back. My eyes flooded with tears from the smell and they shut.

Carter lifted me and forced me to wrap my legs around him. My hands held themselves behind his neck. They clenched from fear and the feeling of Carter. He pushed me into the wall and caused a thump.

Pitter patters ran up the stairs. My heart stopped and I looked over. My eyes opened just enough to see Cameron turning away. They instantly shut again due to tears falling. Carter obviously had not seen Cameron because he didn't stop. I couldn't say anything and let it happen. I felt the cold tears falling down my cheeks, my eyes stinging from closing them so tight. I felt Carter's warmth inside of me. But I couldn't do anything about it.

"You like me," Carter said when he finished. "You liked it. I can tell." He was still drunk. I grabbed my skirt and slipped it over me.

All I did was walk away. I knew Carter was okay with it, for pete's sake, he was drunk. He probably didn't take anything as rude, especially right after what happened.

Carter followed me down the stairs and I was welcomed to the group of intoxicated teens. Tara and Kayla sat on the couch, giggling at each other for who knows what. Nash and Taylor were competing with each other to see how many shots they can take. Matthew and some other guy with black hair like Cameron's were talking amongst themselves with a cup in hand. I saw everyone except for Cameron.

"Hey, where's Cameron?" I asked the group. Half of them shrugged and the other half groaned out a sound. I saw the door wide open and I couldn't help but laugh to myself. These people were so drunk that they couldn't even get up and close the door. The cold air rushed in and I saw Tara shiver.

I walked out the door by myself. I heard Carter yell, "Eva! What are you doing?!" from inside the house. I shut the door behind me.

I ran over to Cameron's house. He'd be there, wouldn't he? Where else could he go? But then again, it'd only been the start of the event, his mother would wonder why he left so early. It couldn't help to try though, would it?

But I can't ask his mother. I went to Taylor's house with him. Her mother would ask me, "Aren't you with Cameron?" and I'd have to explain to her somehow.

I walked past his house. I walked and walked. I did nothing but walk. I walked by houses and houses. I couldn't think. All I could do was cry at this moment. I may have lost Cameron.

My sobs made it hard to breathe, it was like my lungs were filling up with powder. My wails were long and ugly. My chest huffed and puffed from my hyperventilating. I kept on walking, my knees knocking together from being unbalanced.

As if on cue, the clouds started raining. At first it was a light drizzle. Then it rained so hard that it soaked through my clothing. I shivered from the coldness. My knees were shaking, my shoulders were vibrating, my head was down. I kept walking and wrapped my arms. Tears still streamed down my face and I was still sobbing as hard as before.

Eventually, I got to my house. I hadn't known where I was going but somehow I ended up in front of my house. I walked in. The warmth welcomed me. My flats made squishy noises as I took my steps. I looked around. Terror overwhelmed me as I saw the appearance of the interior in the house.

There were papers scattered all over the floor. The drawers were opened and scrummaged through. Picture frames of my family and me were shattered. The damage got worse as I went throughout the house. I heard the stove simmering something. I walked over to the kitchen.

Water flooded over the boiling pan in bubbles. The water that touched the stove sizzled and led me to look downward. Blood overflowed the white tiled floor. It could've reached my feet. I took gentle steps around the blood to discover the unconscious body of my mother. The light from the sun that was seeping through the heavy clouds was just enough to see where she'd been shot.

I felt my heart breaking again, as if that was possible. I moved the strands of hair from my mother's eyes before finding my phone in my pocket. I moved slowly, too slowly. I was fighting the urge to become paralyzed.

My hands twitched from me sobbing and the phone jumped in my hands. I dialed 911 into the phone and listened to the tone, waiting for some sort of voice. I could barely talk, one: because I didn't know what to say; two: because I was too busy crying my eyes out.

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