Cameron's POV.
••10 minutes earlier••
Becca has been up there for a while, maybe I should go up there? No.. she needs to calm herself down..
To pass time I decide to just go ahead and eat my pancakes. My stomach is as loud as a whale's cry.
I scarf down about 3 pancakes and I'm full by then. Becca is still upstairs..
I stand up and begin to walk towards the stairs when I hear Becca come down.
"Hey baby, are you okay?" I ask, I don't want her to be stressed right now, so I take it step by step.
"Yeah.." She says. Her voice cracked so she's obviously been crying.
I don't want to keep her on that subject for long, it's hard on the both of us. I assume she's hungry too because she hasn't eaten all morning, from when I've seen her.
"Okay, I set up the table for us if y- why do you have those bracelets on..?" I ask. What the actual fuck. Hold up.. I may just be overreacting. Maybe she was beginning to get ready and- no, she actually did it. She cut her.. I can't even think it.
My heart breaks a little according to my assumptions.
"Uhm.. I like them.." She says unsure if her own excuse.
"Becca, spill." I demand. I don't want her hiding this from me. She shouldn't.
"Spill what?" She asks. I know she's hiding it from me.
"Show me your wrists." I trail off.. but my eyes are starting to get blurry from tears about to roll.
She holds out her wrists, the bracelets bunched up right above the beginning of her wrist.
"Take the fucking bracelets off." I nearly yell through gritted teeth. One tear slides down my smooth cheek.
She begins to tear up as well while she takes each bracelet of.. Showing the fresh cuts. 1 by 1.
Once all the bracelets are off I look away and begin to brake down.
"Rebecca, how many are there." I basically say as a statement more than a question.
"Sixteen.. One for each year I've lived.." Her voice trails off while the tears fall out of her beautiful eyes.
"Why? Rebecca why would you do this to yourself?" I cry loudly.
"Because of the fucking pain! I hate my life! Maybe at times when I'm with you, yeah those times are great, but when I'm left alone in school all the girls tease me! They call me names! They hurt me! I hear them talking.. how they always make fun of how much of a bitch I am, and how I have no friends, which I tried to make one. But that didn't seem to work out. But my life hasn't really been the best it could have been. My dad left my family when I was 7. When I was 10, a boy made fun of how my mom couldn't afford food for a small amount of time. When I was about 12, my best friend pretended to be my friend, she then told me that I was fake and didn't deserve a friend like her because I lied a lot. Which was true. I lied about having a good and happy life. When I was 13, I moved schools. I was the new kid. Of course I would get picked on. But this one guy, he was new too. So we decided to be friends. After we got close he told me he liked me and I believed it. I told him I loved him and I thought he did too. Turns out, that next day, he told all of his friends and they all made fun of me for it. When I was 15 I wanted to commit suicide because someone who could go home to mom and dad just said, 'get over it'. Now I'm 16. My mother passed away. Then I started cutting. Today.." She's now trying to catch her breath from crying so much. And I'm doing the exact same.
"I get it, though. It could've been worse. But I still didn't think I was strong enough to go through all of this. And I'm not. I will never be stro-" she finishes but I cut her off.
"You are strong enough, Rebecca. You may have not been strong in the past, but now, now that I've seen how confident you are, and how you act, you can do anything you want. Don't cut, cutting won't help. Trust me. It's only going to lead you to ugly scars and bad memories. Smile, because you're beautiful just the way you are. And you're not worthless. Whatever you're going through, you can get through if I promise." I speak. She looks me in the eyes.
"Thank you." She says and hugs me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I pick her up, holding her back and hug her tightly, like something is going to take her away, but nothing or no one will, because she's mine.
"I will do anything, Rebecca, ANYTHING, to protect you. Do you understand?" I ask her, still holding onto her.
"I understand." She says.
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There is going to be a lot more conflict, this whole thing isn't just going to end like that.😏😭
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ФанфикBecca's just going through a lot. And then Cameron comes along.. but does he keep his word in loving her?
