Fight (Cameron Dallas/Taylor Caniff/Magcon)

Chapter 10

Cameron Dallas POV

It has been 3 hours since we got to the hospital. No one has come to talk to us about how Clark is doing and it is just eating at me. Taylor was doing "ok", if you can call it that, for about the last twoish hours. But this last hour he has been pacing back and forth in the lobby. It is really starting to freak me out. Then I think back to what happened and what Clark had said. She said that "he" was the reason she had died. Clark died?! I still can't believe that, if it is true, which I don't doubt, how can a father KILL their own child? It is beyond me. Don't even get me started on Adam, if I ever see that low life come anywhere near Clark, he will have to deal with me first. Another hour ticks by and that's when Taylor breaks. He just sits in the middle of the waiting room sobbing. I walk over to him and try to consol him.

"Taylor, it's going to be alright. I'm sure the doctors are taking good care of her," sitting beside him.

"No, you don't understand. Last time she was dead. She was dead for 2 and a half hours. They barely got her to come back the last time. If she died back there, she's gone. She has only you and me, but when it comes down to it, Clark will choose no pain, over pain," he cries into his knees. Was he right? God, I hope he isn't. I just sit with him on the floor while he cries and wait. 45 minutes later we finally get some news.

"Mr. Caniff, Mr. Dallas if you will follow me this way please," a woman in white scrubs states and we follow her down the hallway into room 937. There Clark is alive, sitting up, crisscrossed on the bed. She is still in her red skinny jeans, which are covered in blood, but she doesn't have her black long sleeve on anymore, she is just in a black lace bra. The left side of her chest was stitched up, but was not bandaged.

"Thank the fucking lord," Taylor cries as he runs over to Clark. He scutes her over and sits with her on the bed, "I thought you died back here." I pull up a chair next to the bed and sit on Clark's side.

"No I am very much alive. I just lost alot of blood, they had to give me a blood transfusion. That's what took so long, I asked if you two could come back sooner but they said I had to wait until it was done."

"Well we are here now," Taylor says giving Clark a hug.

"Did they say how long you have to stay in here?" I ask.

"For like another 4 hours, sadly," she replies looking down into her lap, "wait aren't you two suppose to be at Magcon?"

"Yes, but you are more important right now," I state.

"How about I go back and tell everyone you are alright and then I will come back afterward. Is that alright or do you want me to stay? Cameron you can stay if you want," Taylor expresses.

"No Taylor I am fine, you can go, you can go too Cameron it's fine," she says looking at me. I look at Taylor and he gives me a slight head shake indicating I need to stay. I wasn't planning on leaving in the first place.

"I'm not going anywhere," I say. Taylor says goodbye and says he will text me when he is coming back. I stand up and take the place where Taylor was sitting down and put my arm around Clark.

"Why did you stay?" she whispers.

"Do you honestly think I was going to leave you here alone, after what just happened?"

"I was hoping not," looking up at me with tears brimming in her eyes.

"Honey, do you think you can tell me why your dad did that, and why you said he was the reason you died," I whisper trying to hold back my own tears.

Clark Bellamy POV

"Honey, do you think you can tell me why your dad did that, and why you said he was the reason you died," Cameron asks me. All I do is nod.

"Do you remeber the first day we meet?" I ask him.

"Yes, it was Day 1 of the Bay Area Magcon. I remember you walking in behind Taylor, and were clutching his arm so tight you were turning it purple."

"Two weeks before then, my life changed forever. I was over at Adam's house and everything was going good, consindering the type of relationship we had. Then out of now where he started hitting me, I mean I was used to it. But this time was different, each hit hurt way more then usually. Then it turned into breaking each and everyone of my ribs. Adam had never done it like he did that day, he was just so angry, and I had no idea why. Then I started coughing up blood, I am assuming from all my ribs breaking, that's when I knew I had to get out of there. I started walking to the door when I felt him hit me over the head with something. To this day I still have no idea what it was. Somehow I managed to get away and walk all the way back to my house," I pause a moment because this is where I know I am going to start sobbing, but I have to tell Cameron.

"When I got home, I was going to tell my dad what Adam had done to me. But first let me tell you a little bit about my dad. My dad has always been abusive since I was little. He would always hit me. When my mom was still around, she would try and take most of the hitting for me. But when she died when I was 5, there was no one left to take the beatings for me besides myself. Now I know you are probably thinking, 'why would I tell my dad that my boyfriend was beating me when my dad beats me'. Well my answer is that he is still my dad, and I was suppose to be able to trust him, even if he beat me. I would rather have one person beating me then two. So when I got home to tell my dad what had happened, I was expecting him to do something about it, like confront Adam or call the cops, but I got something completely different," I can't hold it in anymore, I begin to cry and Cameron holds me tighter.

"It's ok Clark, I am right here, nothing is going to happen right this second," he whispers into my ear. I have to continue.

"My dad said it was my fault. He said that I should march my ass back to Adam's house to have him finish out my beating. My dad said I should haven taken it like a REAL women, like my mom, and not have been such a baby about it. I said no he was crazy and that's not how things work in life, that I was not going back there to recieve the rest of my beating that I deserved. He said fine, that he was going to finish out Adam's handy work. He then proceed to throw me to the floor and pounded my head against the floor, then he moved to my chest and ribs. He started pounded harder then I ever thought he could. And then I felt it. I felt one of my ribs go through my left lung. I instantaly couldn't breath,or hardly at all. Inbetween what breaths I could get in, I was coughing up even more blood. My dad realized what had happen and said that the rest of my beating was over and that I could go to my room. That was the last time I saw the inside of my house. I ran out the door and started sprinting for Taylor's house. The shitty part was, that he lived 2 miles away. It doesn't seem that far talking about it, but when you can't breath and you can literally feel yourself dying, it is the run from hell. Once I made it to his house, thank god he was there, I rang the door bell and collasped on his porch. The rest is kind of a blur. I remember Taylor screaming my name as he picked my up and put me in his car, being on the stretcher and the paramedics saying I was losing alot of blood and had a punctured lung, then I felt nothing. I woke up 2 days later with Taylor by the side of my bed crying, and it all come rushing back to me what had happned," I finish through my now quite sobs. I can feel Cameron's tears on my cheeks falling from his face.

"I, I don't know what to say, other then that your dad is fucked up in the head. I can't believe he did that to you. I know me saying this won't change anything, but I am so sorry you had to go through that. No one should ever have to go through something as horrific as that. I want you to know, that if we don't happen as a couple, that you can always trust me with something like this or anything at all, and if you need something that you can rely on me for anything, alright love?" Cameron adds gently.

"But that's the thing, I WANT us to happen as a couple," as I look up into Cameron's brown, teary eyes. But when I say those words, they aren't so teary and he smiles.

"Clark Silas Bellamy, will you do the honor of being my girlfriend?" he questions with a smile.

"Yes, Cameron Alexander Dallas," and he kisses me ever-so-softly.

Didn't see that one coming, now did you! How sick and just out-right fucked up is Clark's dad! -Alandra P.S Thank you to everyone that had has, and is currently reading, my story and voting. It means the world to me. I hope you guys are enjoying the story!