Can I trust you? (Shacam)

Chapter 33

Shannon POV

I hadn't wanted to admit to myself that seeing Cammie brought back a million feelings, but letting her sleep in the bed with me made it impossible to hide. Feeling her skin against mine gave me butterflies. I missed her.

I wake up early, but not too early. I'm still nestled into Cammie's chest and honestly, I don't want to move. Minutes later she stirs awake to the sound of her front door being shut. "What was that?" She asked in her raspy morning voice, throwing the covers off of us and getting up. 

I didn't even have time to answer, she was already out the door. I walked out into the living room after her and saw her standing at the table reading something. The blankets and pillows on the couch were folded and stacked into a neat pile. "What's that?" I asked walking over to Cammie. 

"It's just a note she left," she said continuing to read it. 

"If you don't mind me asking, who was that, Cam?" 

She sighed, "She's my ex from Pittsburg. She flew in last night to try and patch things up but I wasn't interested. The note just said she's sorry for what happened before I left and that she's sorry for coming here unannounced." 

I couldn't help but feel a little jealous, but it's a good sign that she wasn't interested in getting back with her, "oh," was all I said.

We went back to her bedroom and I helped her make her bed. An awkward silence ensued after that last conversation, but it was broken by the sound of my phone going off. Cammie picked it up off the night stand and saw who was calling. "It's her, Shan," she said handing me the phone. 

"I don't want to talk to her," I said shaking my head and moving my hands so that she couldn't give the phone to me. 

"You can't avoid her, you're going to have to talk to her at some point," I groan and take the phone from her.

"Hello," I intentionally answer the phone groggily just to spite her. 

She immediately starts in, "where the hell are you?"

"I'm at Cammie's," I say truthfully, earning a stunned look from Cammie. 

"What the fuck are you doing with that whore? I knew you were cheating on me. Fuck you Shannon," Joanna screams in my ear and I'm sure Cammie could hear it, even though I held the phone up to my ear. 

I take a breath to calm myself down so I don't lose it on her over the phone. "I'm not cheating on you, she's not a whore, and we're not having this conversation over the phone. I'll be home in a little bit. We need to have a talk," I say as calmly as possible. 

"Don't even fucking bother coming hom-"

I cut her off by hanging up. "Why did you tell her you were here?" Cammie asks, sounding surprised. 

I shrug, "It's the truth." Honestly I think I told her so that I wouldn't try to bury this anymore. Telling her that I am at Cammie's doesn't give me a chance to lie and pretend this isn't happening, because she won't let that go. I'll go home. She'll try to hit me again, and I'll tell her to get the hell out before I call the police. 

I start to gather my things, purposely leaving my hoodie on Cammie's floor as an excuse to come back. "Please be careful, okay?" Cammie pleads, tugging at my arm to get my full attention. "You can always stay here. The guest bed gets here today so you're more than welcome." I was lowkey hoping that I'd get to sleep with her again, but I accept the offer anyway. I just nod my head and she pulls me in to give me a hug. It was more passionate than I think either of us intended, and it lasted a little too long, I didn't mind though. 

I pull away, "thanks, Cammie. This means a lot." She smiles and blushes a little. As much as I wanted to stay hidden at her apartment forever, I had to leave. I don't think anything could prepare me to face Joanna, so I just have to get it over with. 

I spend as much time as possible waiting in my car in the driveway before entering our house. It's crazy that this all happened in about a week. Last Friday I proposed to the woman I thought I would spend the rest of my life with, and this Friday I stayed at my ex girlfriend's apartment because my fiancé decided to hit me. Life's crazy. I guess part of me is glad that it happened now, though. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. I would have hated myself if I ended up marrying Joanna and then something like this happened. I feel like I didn't even really know her until now, and the person I got to know isn't someone I want to marry.

I walk through our front door, and I'm greeted with a slap to the face. She tries to throw a punch to my eye but I catch her fist before it makes impact. I grab her left hand, angry as hell, and remove the engagement ring from her finger. "What are you doing?" She asks, both angry and sad. 

"This isn't yours anymore," I say, emotionless, as I pass her and enter our bedroom. 

I start to put my things into a duffel bag, she runs in after me. "No, stop," she screams, tears running down her face, "I'm sorry. I love you, don't leave. Why are you doing this?" 

I look at her, seeing her this way still makes me upset, but I know that I can't be with her. "You were right, I'm still in love with her." I don't even know why I told her that, because even I'm not sure if it's true. She takes a step back and looks at me like she doesn't even know who I am anymore, she just nods and wipes her tears away, leaving the room and slamming the door behind her. I hear the front door slam as well.

I pack as much as I can and change into a clean pair of clothes. I take a quick shower, but skip washing my hair. I'll call Ally and Stevie tomorrow to help me get the rest of my things, but right now I don't even want to talk to them about this. I grab my two duffel bags and stuff them in my car, driving to the only place I want to be right now; with Cammie.