Human // c.d

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It was strange seeing Diane, her hair was a mess, and dark circles were formed under her eyes. What the hell happened to her?

I didn't want to just come out and ask why she looked so.. Rough.

"How've you been?" I scratched the back of my neck, not looking her into the eyes.

The girl who had opened the door for Cameron and I was standing randomly against the wall, her head down.

I wanted to leave, this is creeping me out a little.

"I've been good." Diane lightly chuckled, fake as fuck.

"Have you met Ellie?" She cleared her throat.

I hesitated to answer, "..Yes. I did."

Diane nodded.

"So, what brings you two here?" She asked, and I looked at Cameron.

"We've recently started living here- in New York. I thought it'd be a good idea to visit you."

"Well, I'm glad you visited, Jessi. But, unfortunately I'm having a few guest over soon, and I need to clean up."

Clean up? That's what Ellie is for. She's clearly making an excuse for me to leave, and I'm not leaving until I eventually get answers.

"That's fine. We'll visit again soon." Cameron spoke, and Diane nodded.

"Can I get a hug?" I asked her, and she immediately opened her arms for me.
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Walking out from the house, Ellie stopped us.

"Please stay." Her eyes were weak. "I'm-"

"Ellie?" I walked closer to her, "What is it?"

"He'll be home soon, and I don't want to be here." A tear ran down her cheek, "I'm scared, and I don't know how else to leave."

"What do you mean by 'he'? What the hell is going on?" Cameron raised his voice before Ellie shushed him, looking back to make sure Diane wasn't coming:

"Diane's boyfriend. She claims to be in love with him, and says that she can't leave him, but- he hurts me. He hurts her."

"He hurts you?" My eyes were wide. "What's the guy's name, Ellie?"

"His name is Cal, or at least that's what he told me to call him." Her head wasn't lowered anymore, and I could see the dark circles under her eyes. She looked almost as bad as Diane.

"Diane will find me talking to you guys any minute, just please take me with you."

"But, won't that be dangerous for us?" Cameron asked.

"Cal doesn't know where you live."

"Should we take Diane?" Cameron asked.

"No- she'll say no. Plus, she won't let me leave. Let's just go. Now."
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"Baby, chill out." Cameron soothed me, Which honestly wasn't working.

"Cameron. I don't how to feel about any of this." I half screamed. "Cal will try and find Ellie, and sooner or later, he will. This is dangerous."

"You're overthinking this. Cal won't think anything about it, okay?"

Cameron knew Cal would, he was just trying to loosen my stress.

Ellie was in the living room, asleep on the couch. I told her that she was safe, and that she could stay here for as long as she needed. I can't have her going back there..

Cameron looked down at me, grabbing my waist,

"I can make you forget all of this for a a little while, ya' know?" He smirked.

"Now isn't a good time Cameron." I groaned.

"It obviously is."

"How are you not stressing out over this."

"I am. I'm just not expressing is as much as you are. I'm trying to think positive."

Cameron pulled me towards the bed, lightly laying me down onto it.

Diane has stressed me out, and I can't even find the words to explain how I feel about this. I had no idea this was even going on.

Cameron pushed his lips onto mine, pressing his body close to mine as he made his way in between my thighs. I pushed my legs up, giving him more of an interest.

I have to admit, this is better than stressing.

I focused all of my attention on him, considering he's the only person who manages to make everything seem okay when it's. And he's honestly the only person who can make me happy.

"You want this as much as I do. Admit it." He smirked, kissing me again. He brought his hands under my back, pushing my body up closer to his.

"I do." I smiled, lifting his shirt up and off of him.

I fumbled with his belt, eventually taking it off. I unzipped his pants, and he pushed them off.

He continued to kiss me, rubbing his tongue over my lips. His fingertips raised the hems of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head.

"I love you." He unbuckled my pants, and I began to pant.

My hands were trailed down his back, and back up to his messy hair.

He pressed himself on me, running his hands down my lower waist.

"You-" he breathes out, gasping for his breath.

"You are all mine." He kissed me, his lips trailing down my chest and down to my waist.