North vs South (Cameron Dallas)

twelve

Melissa's POV

I frantically wake up from a horrid dream that I can't even remember. Cameron stirs in his sleep next to me as his arm snacks around my waist pulling me closer back to his side.

I look at the alarm next to me and it's 7 am which is alright seeing I don't have to be at college till my first lecture which is around 8:30 and with out a doubt Cameron will start work at which ever time he pleases.

"Its early, why are you awake?" he murmers in my neck.

"Just a bad dream."

He slowly lifts his head up and looks at me with a worried expression. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head, "Do you still get those dreams?" I ask him and his tounge traces around his lips like he is thinking.

"Only when I know your not coming back.."

His words are low and have a dangerous effect on me and the guilt suffocates me, maybe if i never left him he wouldnt have to endure this... but then he brought this all on himself and was on a path of distruction.

"Cameron please.." I silently beg him.

"Teach me how to stop this urge then"

How is he so good with words?

How can he be so irrasistable at times like this but then turn into such a jerk at other time. "Why were you so upset when I came over the other night?"

He lightly pushes me off him and stands up as he tugs his black top over his head.

"Cameron, dont do this again" I groan supporting my weight on my elbows as I watch him start to dress his body glissens from the small light that creeps through the window.

"Im not doing anything Melissa" he mutters and I crock my head to the side as I roll my eyes at him.

He angrly creeps onto the bed and with every move I anticipate more, this side of him gives me goosebumps and turns me on but my heart aches and wants his smoothing words,

"Don't roll you eyes, baby" he tells me grabbing ahold of my chin.

"Don't be so angry" I shrug trying not to express how much he is effecting me.

"Touché Miss Spence" his lips linger over my lips and im growing impacient.

"Why arent you telling me?" I mummble looking at him straight in the eye as he steps away from me.

"Because I dont understand" he looks somehow disapointed and upset.

I stick out my hands to him and he grabs them sitting down next to me. "I've stuck around through everything and I am still here, Cameron we have sorted everything out we can sort what ever is going on now."

"Christian is my birth father" he looks down at our locked hands and I'm taken back for a bit, he looks upset which is rare to say the least for him. He must be really confussed.

"What do you mean?" I ask him rubbing small circles on his palms.

"My mother wasnt in a relationship when Dylan and I were growing up so we never had a father figure as such. We lived on the bad side of town and had very little money my birth mother worked at a a super market but with two growing boys it was very hard to make a living as such. She has numerous men that she brought home and then took them to her room we never understod why but we heard numerous scre-" Cameron stops mid sentence and when I think that he is going to cry he looks intently at the sheets in a deep thought that I want to save him from.