Our Secret (Student/Teacher)

Chapter 3

Cameron's POV

I made my way up the stairs trying to ignore the horrible pain all over my body.

I locked the bathroom door behind me and looked at myself in the mirror. I was hideous. And not only because of the bruises and blood.

Something went off in me and I let out an angry scream.

I punched the mirror over and over again until glass was everywhere and my knuckles and hands were bloody.

I shoved everything off of the sinks and counters and pushed the shelf over. My makeup and skin products were everywhere but it didn't stop me.

There were tears streaming down so fast. My head pounded from before and I started beating on the very cracked mirror.

I threw things everywhere and when I couldn't stand any longer, I fell to the ground sobbing hard. Everything hurt.

I turned my shower on and sat in the shower with my clothes on. Blood mixed with the water turning it red. My tears mixed with the pelting water. The water stung against my wounds but I let it hurt me. I deserved this. I screamed from the pain in my body but I sat still. Crying. Screaming. And suffering. And all I could tell myself was...

I deserve this.

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Mr. Embers POV

I went house to house introducing myself to my new neighbors. This neighborhood seemed quite peaceful.

I walk up to a beautiful White House. The house that belonged to Miss Brooks. She looked kind of hesitant to go in yesterday but I payed no mind to it.

I knocked on her door hoping she was home. The door opened but it seemed like it was already opened a little. I was about to close the door until I saw blood.

It was just everywhere. On the floor. On the wall. There were empty beer bottles everywhere. There had to be over thirty of them laying around. I had a bad feeling about this.

I open the door more and walk inside. I hear screaming and crying coming from upstairs.

The sound of things being thrown and shattered echoed down the pretty empty stairwell.

To be honest I am terrified to see what's going upstairs. All of the sounds stopped except for a couple strained screams. I followed the trail of blood up the stairs and down the hallway.

It stopped at one door and I softly tried to turn the knob but it wouldn't budge. It was locked.

I looked around for something and suddenly saw a pair of scissors.

I unlocked the door and hurriedly opened the door.

There was stuff everywhere. I looked around to see a shelf on the floor along with a lot of glass. Makeup and skin care bottles. There were razors and sleeping pills. I looked on the counter to notice one thing on it. Appetite suppressants.

The bathroom looked horrible. But what I noticed was even more horrible was the shaking girl in the shower. Clothed but covered in blood.

Bruises and cuts littered her skin. I felt like I was going to faint right there on the spot but there were more important things.

I turned the water off and grabbed a towel from the cupboard. I wrap the towel around her small, frail body.

Seeing her like this made me hurt. She was just a little girl. What kind of sicko would do this to her.

She gripped tightly to my shirt and I stroked her wet hair. She held on to me like if she let go, she wouldn't have anything left.

She was shivering from the cold water that she was sitting in.

I held her close but I didn't hold her to tightly. I feel like if I hold on to her to tightly, she would shatter.

There was so much on my mind. Sleeping pills. Does something keep her up at night?

Appetite suppressants. Why doesn't she eat real food? She's a twig. So fragile. If you held on tightly she could snap.

Blades. I look down at her wrists and I tried to hold back my tears. But it wasn't only her wrists. Her legs, arms, and probably even her stomach.

All I want to know is what happened to her.

I pull the phone out of my jacket pocket and call an ambulance.

When they came, I climbed in the back of the truck with her.

Her eyes fluttered open but they were filled with pain and sadness.

"Hey. Cameron your going to be ok. I promise." She held out her hand and I looked at her confused.

She looked up at me and I saw her eyes getting teary.

"I-I'm sca-scared." I intertwined our fingers and I stroked her hand with my thumb.

"Scared of what Angel?" Damnit. Why would I call her Angel. You stupid dumbass.

"Papa." She said before her eyes closed again.

Papa? As in her father. Her father abuses her. Why would he do that and where is her mother while all of this is happening?

After about 10 minutes, we arrived at the hospital and they moved Cameron into one of the rooms while I sat in the waiting room.

A doctor came out and looked down at her clipboard.

"Is anyone here for Cameron Grace Brooks?" I quickly stand up and and walk towards the doctor.

"This way sir." She leads me down the hallway and opens a room door for me.

When I walk in, is see a slightly smiling Cameron who looks so much better than before.

"Hey Cam. How are you feeling?" I ask her softly. She looks up at me and I see her eyes light up as I walk closer.

She throws her arms around my neck and hugs me tightly.

"I'm better. Still in pain. But better. Thank you." I run my fingers through her hair and let myself relax with her in my arms.

I sit down, not once letting go of her. For some reason when I'm around her, my heart starts beating fast. But I shouldn't feel this way.

She's my student you damned pedophile.

"Mr. Emb-" She starts but is immediately cut off by me.

"It's Jason. Call me Jason when we aren't in school." She nods and starts again.

"Jason can I use your phone?" I grab my phone and hand it to her.

She dials a number and puts the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" A soft voice says.

"Momma? Oh thank god you're ok."