Bad Boy Fairytale {Cameron Dallas Fanfiction}

Chapter 12- Spill Your Secrets

Cam's POV
There was something definitely wrong. The house felt cold and lonely.
As if I was alone, but I know I'm not.
It was quiet, too quiet.
I shifted my position in my bed. Opening one eye, I glanced at the clock. It read 2:59am.
I tried to fall back asleep but I kept tossing and turning on my bed, groaning constantly until I finally gave up. No matter how hard I tried, I could not stop thinking about what happened yesterday. Even though my hands were clean, they were covered with blood in my mind. The feeling of guilt rushed back to me as images of Jennica's face flashed in my mind.
I gradually sat up on the bed, slipping my legs to dangle from the sides. Stepping on the cold floor, I walked towards the door to exit the room. My head started to spin and my vision started to go blurry but it eventually shifted back to normal.
I found myself walking downstairs towards the basement door. I guess I wasn't thinking straight because I was still half asleep. I made my way downstairs. I saw her fragile figure leaning against the wall but I couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep. Stepping closer to her, she gasped and started to sob.
"Don't worry I won't hurt you." I whispered.
"I don't know what to believe anymore." She whimpered. "Why are you here? Just leave me alone, please"
"I wanted to say that I'm sorry for hurting you." I answered back.
"You're not the first person to say that."
I lifted an eyebrow and slowly sat down in front of her with my legs crossed.
"What?" I questioned.
"Never-mind." She grumbled. "You don't care anyways so why would I tell you?"
"Spill your secret. Once you say something, I'm never going to let it go."
Suddenly I became extremely curious.
"My dad...used to physically abuse me. When I was 7, I noticed that he would come home late every night, acting different. It happened for about two weeks and then he started to get angry at everything and anything. It scared the hell out of me. He yelled at me and blamed me for all his problems. One time, I fought back and then he slapped me, kicked me, and pulled my hair."
She stopped and sobbed for a while, and then continued.
"That was when I realized then he changed a lot and I wished that I had my old dad back but I knew he would never come back. Now he hardly comes home and when he does, he just yells at me and slaps me." She finished off hysterically crying. I sat quietly in front of her as the guilt took over me. I found myself tearing up a little but I held it back.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know" I said, scooting beside her with my back against the wall. I put my arm around her shoulder for comfort but she declined my gesture, instead she pulled away from me.

"You remind me of him. And you know what? I rather be dealing with him than to be dealing with you."