Cameron Boyce Short Stories

Trapped Part 3

Sofia

What pill was I going to take to present myself to Cameron today? Xanax? No, took that yesterday. Valium? No. Oxycodone? Nope. Vicodin? Bingo. I popped 3 in my mouth, downing them without any water. Daniel had stopped by today to give me a fresh new set of bruises and scratches. We had sex after and I was pretty numb. I didn't care about much right now.

After he left, I thought about slitting my wrists, you know? Vertical for attention, horizontal for results. But no, I wasn't going to do that. Not yet at least. Not saying that I have much to live for, but, I'd like to see this world burn and crumble a little longer.

Me: I'm on my way

Baby Boyce: Okay, my door is unlocked for you

Me: Appreciate it ❤️

Baby Boyce: ❤️

I decided against driving to Cameron's place, high on pills. Uber it is. Typing in Cameron's address, I requested one, waiting until it was about 2 minutes away before going outside.

"Sofia?" the Uber driver questioned, making sure it was me.

"Yes sir." I said, sighing, sitting in the back seat.

"Rough night?" he asked me.

"Something like that." I responded, trying not to tear up.

"I understand." he said. "I won't bother ya any further." I nodded my head in silence, leaning it against the window. About 30 minutes later, I finally pulled up at Cameron's place.

"Thank you." I said to my driver, getting out. I rated him 5 stars and left him a generous tip. I knocked on Cameron's door, sighing for like the third time tonight. He answered the door, shirtless, and in grey sweatpants, his hair a mess. To be honest, he looked extremely beautiful. From his tired eyes, to everything about him, he was beautiful. Not to mention his facial hair was coming in nicely. That was always a plus.

"Hey." he said, smiling.

"Were you sleeping?" I asked. "I could always just swing by-,"

"Just come in, Sof." he said, grabbing my hand. "My door is always opened for anyone that needs me. You're definitely no exception." I smiled, keeping my head down, trying to avoid eye contact. I knew my pupils would be pretty dilated and that's a red flag to anyone. Maybe I shouldn't have taken 3 of those pills. Oh well.

I sat down on Cameron's couch, taking my shoes and my socks off. He came and sat down next to me.

"So what's up?" I asked, avoiding his gaze. "Why did you want to meet up?"  He sighed.

"I'm worried about you, Sofia." he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"You always look sad and beat up." he began. "I'm almost sure that you aren't eating anything and you're barely around us anymore other than to film."

"I get tired, Cam." I say.

"Look at me." he said.

"For what?" I asked.

"Look at me if you're okay Sofia." he said again. "And take your hood down."

"Cam is that really-," he cut me off.

"Do it, Sofia." he said. "Show me that you are okay." I sighed, not wanting to go back and forth with him anymore. I looked up at him, taking my hood off and sighing.

"Happy?" I asked.

"Why are you pupils so dilated?" he asked me with a visible look of concern on his face. I didn't answer him, I just stared down at my hands. "Sofia?!"

"What?" I asked, looking at him.

"Why are your pupils so dilated?" he asked me again. My hands were shaking. "You're not... are you?"

"Am I what, Cameron?" I asked, getting frustrated. Why does he care so damn much?

"What are you taking?" he asked, scooting closer to me.

"I'm not taking anything." I said. "I'm not doing anything."

"Sofia." Cameron said. "Please talk to me. Please let me know what's going on."

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you I'm okay Cameron?!" I yelled at him.

I'm really not. Please help me.

"Stop asking me so many fucking questions!" I yelled at him again.

"I just care about you.." he mumbled.

"Since when do men care?!" I asked, continuing to yell. "All they do is lie and cheat and steal and beat on you. They claim to love you, but they're out fucking the next bitch!"

"Is he doing that to you?" Cameron asked me, grabbing my arm gently.

"What? Who?" I asked.

"Daniel." he said, flatly.

"No." I said quickly.

"God, Sofia." Cam said. "Please let me help you."

"I don't need your help." I say. "Daniel loves me and I love him. He's a good guy and he treats me right."

"You just confessed that he's abusing you!" Cameron said, raising his voice at me.

"I didn't confess to shit!" I said, raising my voice back at him.

"Fuck Sofia!" he yelled. "I love you, just let me help you!"

"You what?" I asked.

"What?" he asked back.

"What did you just say?" I asked.

"I said let me help you." he answered, darting his eyes away.

"Before that." I said, biting my lip and also looking away. He loves me?

"Fuck Sofia." he said. "That's what I said."

"Cam..," I began, but he cut me off for the third time.

"Look, Sofia." he said. "I know you're going through something and I have an idea of what it is. I care so much about you just like how I care about everyone else. Stay a while. Please. I can stay up for you."

"I-," cut off again.

"And for the love of God, please eat something. Like right now." he added.

"But I'm not hungry." I said.

"Fucking eat!" he yelled, rubbing his temples. "Fuck, I didn't mean to yell at you."

"It's okay.." I mumbled. I listened to him, getting up to make myself something to eat with whatever food he had in his fridge. When I was done, I set my plate down on his coffee table. We were watching a movie and soon enough, I sure did fall asleep, my head on Cameron's shoulder, high as a kite on pills that I weren't prescribed.

I love you too, Cameron.

To Be Continued...