Cameron Boyce Short Stories

Trapped Part 5

Sofia

I sighed upon entering the house. There was no traces of Daniel anywhere. Part of me wants to know how he even knew that I was at Cameron's place. What really threw me off was that Cameron and I almost kissed. I guess you can say that there are some hidden feelings there. Daniel would really kill me then if he found out.

Fuck, I was so tired of this. I'm tired of being beaten on, yelled at, lied to, for no reason. I treat Daniel like a king despite everything that he's done to me. He's the reason why I started popping pills in the first place. It's been about a month since I started. I was tired of doing those too, but I had already formed a habit. I probably should eat, but I'm not going to. I threw my bag down on the bed, walking into the bathroom.

"It's about time." a familiar voice said.

"Fuck off, Daniel." I said, turning the sink off.

"Bold today?" he asked, laughing. "Since when?"

"I said, fuck off, Daniel." I said again, turning around to face him. "I'm not in the mood for you today." I should of stayed with Cameron.

"And when is that something you get to decide?" he asked, stepping closer to me. "You think your little bitch ass side piece can protect you?"

"One, he's not my side piece. Two, kinda yeah. Look at you." I said, glaring at him. He raised his hand to hit me, but I quickly moved. "Not today, Daniel." He tried again, but I moved. He pulled my by my hair, slamming me up against the wall. Would be hot if it was Cameron, but sadly it wasn't.

"I could kill you." he said. "You know that."

"Go ahead." I said. "I don't have much to live for."

"You sure as hell don't." he said, pushing me to the floor.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"What?!" he screamed.

"Nothing." I said, getting up and walking past him.

"You love me don't you, Sof?" he asked, picking me up.

"Yeah." I said. He moved in to try and kiss me, but I moved my face. "I don't think so."

"Why not?" he asked, getting angry all over again.

"Look at you, Daniel." I said. "You're fucking beat up, go clean yourself up and maybe I'll think about it." What I really was thinking about was Cameron. Waiting for Daniel to go into the bathroom, I texted Cameron.

Me: Come over tonight?

Baby Boyce: Yea, of course. You ok?

Me: I'm fine. He's gonna leave me alone here like he always does, so I could use the company

Baby Boyce: Sure. Do you need me to bring anyone else?

Me: No just you

Baby Boyce: ❤️

Me: ❤️

"Alright." Daniel said, his jaw clenched. "Can I have my kiss now?"

"I'm really not in the mood, Danny." I say, sighing.

"Did you do something with that fucker?" he asked, standing over me, his hands balled up in fists. No, but I should of.

"No, Danny." I said, sighing. "Like I've told you several times, he's just a-," he cut me off.

"Shut up." he said.

"K." I said back, putting my face in my pillow. I felt him lay down next to me. I wanted to move, but I knew that would ignite something in him, so I just laid there.

"Come on babe." he said, rubbing his hand up and down my back. "Just a little bit?"

"No." I flat out said. "I'm tired."

"Please?" he asked at first. "Why am I even asking? I'll just take it." He flipped me over, climbing on top of me.

"I fucking said no." I said, grinding my teeth together, trying to push me off. He pinned my arms over my head, kissing on my neck. "Daniel stop!"

"No." he said. "Don't act like you don't want it. Just act like the little slut I know you are." He tried taking my shirt off. I let him, waiting until he was in my neck again to open my bed side table drawer. I kept a whole bunch of blades in there for emergencies. I grabbed one.

"Last chance." I said.

"What the fuck are you-," I cut him off, giving him a clean slash to the face, using my feet to kick him off of me.

"Are you serious right now bitch?" he asked me.

"Pretty damn serious." I said back. "Back the fuck off." He tried to dart at me, but I held up the knife, inches his from his throat. He stepped back.

"You won't." he said.

"I will." I said, dead serious.

"Whatever." he said. "I don't need this. I got plenty of other bitches to be with."

"Then go." I said.

"Don't gotta tell me twice." he said, putting the clothes he had taken off, back on.

"Fuck you." I said after he walked out the door. I threw the knife on the table, plopping back down on the bed and letting the tears flow.

Cameron, I'm so fucking sick of this.

To Be Continued...