Dreaming. (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter Eleven.

The tears wouldn't stop. I couldn't see myself sitting down or laying down for two months or even more. My head was spinning. But I inhaled his scent. Cameron was on his knees infront of me. Holding me tight. God, I loved him. The only person keeping me alive right now.

"Shortcake," he said, wiping his tears, "we need to talk." Oh god no. Please, don't go. "I was thinking, & I think it's vest if ..."

"You're leaving me?" Wait, he wasn't mine in the first place. The words just came out.

"No! I would NEVER do that. I was actually going to ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"I was gunna ask you if I could stay in the empty room at your house. My parents kicked me out. They said I wasn't a good son after the accident & besides, I wanna be close to you. I wanna be the one to take care of you." I was speechless, all I did was nod & gave him a huge hug.

"Mhmm," someone cleared their throat. I turned around & there they were, my bestest friends. All of them. Even the guys. How did they all get in here?

"Babe, finally you awake. I've missed you so much! The house has been really quiet & it's clean. I cleaned it for you, babe." Diana kept going on & on. Until it happened. Felipe grabbed her by the arms turned her around & kissed her.

"Finally you shutup." God he knew how to hide his emotions real good.

"Awww, you two would make an adorable couple!" said Gilinsky.

"Nuh uh! He's fake!" said Diana. But she was still blushing, smiling, & holding on her lip. She needed to work on hidding her emotions. Everyone could tell she liked the kiss.

"Well, how did all of you get in here?" I asked.

"Ohh, we haven't left since we heard what happened. We actually went to get something to eat & brought Cameron something too, they said you weren't gunna wake up until tomorrow ... or never." said Diana, with a sad face.

I couldn't help but feel bad. It was all my fault. Maybe if I hadn't screamed at Cameron. Or if I hadn't answered the call. Or if I hadn't tried telling mom. Mom. Wow that sounded so strange to me now. Did Rosaura know, or Cristina? I needed to call them. But should I? I had already tried talking to someone in the family about dad, now it was both dad AND mom.

"What are you thinking?" asked Johnson.

"My sisters ..." I said, kind of zoned out. Not looking at anything in particular.

"Oh, right. Rosaura called. She sounded afraid. Sad? Idunno. She said she called your cell, but ever since I tried contacting your ... well, she called to my number. Said she wanted to come & she's coming by today. No one told her about the accident. She needs you right now as much as you need her." said Cameron.

"Wait, why is she in a wheelchair?" I heard a voice. One I could recognize anywhere. My fourteen year old sister, Rosaura, was standing there in the door. She wasn't wearing make-up. In fact, she looked shitty. Hair in a bun, sweats, a loose t-shirt, & some convers. Did I do this to her? She broke into tears & ran off before anyone could answer. We all froze not knowing what to do.

"I'll tell her .." said Carter.

"They know?" I was now looking at Cameron. He nodded yes, & then I felt even more terrible. What was I doing alive? Why couldn't I jus have died in the accident instead of hurting the ones I love more & more? Please help me.