Life Of A Victim √

9//[Book 1]

Cameron

I watch her the whole ceremony. She seemed not to care, like she didn't want to be here. She didn't shade a tear or look the little bit upset. Maybe this was her way of grieving, it wasn't healthy, but it was still her way.

The next Monday she did come to school or the rest of that week in fact. Everyone thought to give her some space. Losing both perants is not easy. But the next week she came, she looked different, the bruises and wounds on her body were done nothing to be hidden. She didn't put effort in anything at all. She had lost weight and lots of it, she probably weighed ninety five to a hundred pounds (39kg). She looked thin, no she was skinny. The bags under her eyes showed she had not slept in a really long time. She looked broken, I broke her.

The death of her father definitely took its toll on her. She was numb, she was just a body moving, she wasn't alive anymore. She's not healing. Trying to pull a tough guy act in front of my guys, I might have said the completely wrong thing. "Somebody smells like death around here?" The guys laughed but Ollie didn't, and I guess Kenze heard me too because she turned her head towards me and you could see the bloodshot red colour in her green eyes.

Oliver pulls me out of the school, dragging my hand wanting to make sure that he shows me he was angry. Without another word a punch is send my way, coursing me to fall on the ground. "What the actual fuck Oliver?" I said as I tested the blood from my lips. "You inconsiderate bastard!" he kicked me in my gut this time. Okay that one kinda hurt. What was wrong with him. "You have no idea how much you've hurt that poor girl. Am sick and tired of watching it" other kick to the gut. "I will not stand for it anymore, if you touch her you'll have to deal with me now" his next kick was sent flying towards my gut again but this time I stopped it pushing him away.

"You are one to talk, where does your loyalty stand. With me or your dead girlfriend's BestFriend?" I punched him harder this time. I could see he was angry at my statement. "Did you just hear yourself? You don't care about anybody but yourself and I can't stand it anymore" Two punches were thrown at me. "When the Cameron that cares for people comes back, come find me I'll be waiting" with that he left.

"I don't fucking need you" I didn't. Going back to classes was something I wasn't feeling up for anymore so I ditched it. It was time to call some old friend of mine. I got in my car and drove to the friend's house.

"Long time, haven't seen you in forever, now what do you want?" she pushed her glasses up. Not even bothering to look my way. "I missed you too hun" I set down by the near chair just watching her. Amy, also known as The Eye. She was the best hucker I've ever seen. She probably went to juvenile more than me and I've been in that place way to many times. "When ever you come up here you get one of us arrested so again, what do you want?" I just chuckle as I open her refrigerator taking out a can of Pepsi

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I sipped on my beer as I looked into the house I've always wanted to get in but never did. I knocked once and opened the door. "Cameron what are you doing here?" her tone was bored not even carrying that somebody had broken - ish into her home. "I justed wanted to see you and check if you are fine" a cold laugh escapes her bitter lips, making me wonder what her lips tested like.

"You can't come here and act like everything is alright in the world. You send me mean messages and come asking how am doing. You're being a little hypocritical don't you think?" off all the things she said the part where she has a phone got to me. "I didn't even know you had a phone. Let me see those messages" I pull her phone out of her hand amd read those messages.

Why don't you die with your old man

Go burn in helll

Just crow in a hole and die

Slut, bitch, you ugly dog

Skinny ass bitch die faster.

You are nothing, worthless I tell you

How can you sleep at night knowing you looked like that

The are other things where pictures of her made ugly and turned into memes.

The messages were a lot - pictures even more, probably more than a hundred. I didn't know she deals with this as well. "For how long have you been getting them!?" I yelled, her voice was barely above a whisper but I had her anyways. "The day my father dead" I looked for the number but it was blacked. I had a feeling I knew who this person was. It was okay for me to pick on her and people laugh for a while but it was not okay if somebody was doing side jobs like this, without my acknowledgement on top of that.

I looked into her a puffy red-green eyes. This little girl in front of me was hurting. I could see she was screaming, bagging for help, but nobody could hear her. She was in a sound proof glass and now I was going to break it. I was the one who started this and now I'm going to end.
I toke the phone without another word I got in the car. I need to fix all these wrongs.

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