Being Cameron Dallas' Little Sister | Hayes Grier

Chapter 8

*small suicidal trigger warning.*

(CAMERONS POV)

So a few days ago, the rest of the guys noticed something was going on. They insisted I had to do something about it. This is when I thought it would be fun to mess around with him. A little "prank."

"Fine," I gave in. "I'll do something."

This was three days ago. Since then, I've been kinda mean to him. I would constantly make jokes, little hints I knew. Tomorrow, we're leaving for Florida. I feel it's best if I just give it up now.

As I quietly walked in the bedroom Kristy and Hayes share, I saw Kristy with her head against the bathroom door. "Hayes," she whispered, her voice hoarse as if she'd been talking for hours. "Please talk to me. Please get out of the bathroom - or at least let me in."

The door handle moved as if it was going to open, but it didn't. She checked if it was unlocked, she didn't look surprised to see it wasn't. She squatted down, almost sitting on the floor, with her head in her hands. crying.

"Kristy," I whispered, running over and engulfing her into a hug. "What happened."

"Hayes," she whispered, pointing at the bathroom. "he locked himself in there with a..." her voice was shaky and she was stuttering.

"a what." I rubbed her back.

She took a deep breath. "a bottle filled with pills." She began to cry once more. "I- I don't even know where he got them. He's been acting weird the past few days, but how was I supposed to know"

I didn't say anything, I just pulled at my hair.

(KRISYS POV)

As I leaned against the wall, still knocking on the door every now and then, Cam paced back and forth. "This is all my fault." he choked out.

"What?"

I managed to make out his expression, even through my blurry vision. "I meant to upset the past few days, as a joke!" he breathed. "I was just messing around because I knew. About you guys."

I continued to stare at him, processing what he had just explained. I didn't have the heart to be mad at him, not when I was worried. I ran my hand through my hair, feeling a bobby pin.

"Oh my god." I mutter, pulling it out and jamming it in the lock. After pushing in and turning, the door unlocked. I swung it open and Cameron barged in.

Hayes was pacing back and forth, struggling a bit to pull the cap off. It was as if he didn't really want to open, but he was contemplating.

I began crying as Cameron took the bottle and I wrapped him in a hug. "Don't even do something like that again," I whispered as his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. "Why would you?"

"I- I care too much about you," he mumbled. " but I thought you deserved better." I pulled away and looked in his eyes, shaking my head.

"No, no no."

Hayes and I sat on the edge of the bathtub, his arms around me,  while Cameron explained what was going on. He was crying.