Chapter 35

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by shelbywrite

by shelbywrite

I pushed him into the water, and brushed the feel of his hands off of me. How dare he. He jump back up and looked at me with eyes of hatred. I flipped him off and ran out of the water, my feet reached the sand, and I kept running. He was running after me, yelling at me, but I kept going. I pulled on my shorts, and left my tank top. I ran, away from him.

Shawn’s hands were just all over my body. I didn’t know it was him! He saw me, he had to know it was me, I was the only girl around us! I can’t believe I let his hands, let him, touch me. I slightly gagged, and kept running. I had reached the street, and I kept running. I kept running, for a long while, until I saw Cam’s apartment building. I ran put to the doors, and went up to his single apartment. I went inside, and closed the door, and slumped against the door, falling to the floor.

What had just happened? Why didn’t I look up? I felt like crying, but I was too numb for tears. I didn’t feel anger any longer, I didn’t feel anything. I wasn’t upset at the fact of him touching me, as much as I liked it. I enjoyed it. It was because I didn’t know it was him. But other times, when Matthew had touched me, even just grabbing my hand, I didn’t feel anything, not anything close to that.

Wait. Why had Shawn done it? He hated me. Why were his hands on me, why did he pull me to him. What was going on? I closed my eyes and sat there for three straight hours, thinking. I hadn’t looked at the clock until now, and I saw that time had passed quickly. What was to happen next? I had to leave. I knew it. I needed to get out of here, and go back to KC.

I would be okay there, my parents barely talked to me anyway. I couldn’t be here for another week, not after this. I just needed to leave. I rose to my feet, and quickly went to my room. I grabbed a spare bag, and stuffed the remaining of my clothes into it. Shit, I had all of my favorite things at Matthew’s. I felt a twinge of sadness, as they were honestly my favorite clothes, but I quickly recovered. I could buy more.

I changed out of my clothes, and put on a fresh pair of sweats with a white tank top. I didn’t need to look presentable to hop on a plane. I combed the salt out of my hair and quickly washed it. I would take a shower as soon as I got back home, but I hated the feel of the salt. I hand dried it, and let it lay against my body as I packed the remaining of my clothes.

Then I remembered, Cam was supposed to be back today. Shit, where was he? It was six o’clock, and he wasn’t here yet. I decided not to worry, and only tell him I was leaving as I boarded the plane. I grabbed out my phone from the pocket of the shorts I had taken off, and turned it on to find 4 missed calls, and 2 new messages.

4 Missed Calls From:

Shawn Mendes

I shook my head, and wiped the tears slowly forming in my eyes.

2 New Messages:

From: Matthew

What happened? Where did you go? Why is Shawn so pissed off?

From: Matthew

Don’t do anything stupid, I’m at my hotel. Come see me. I’m worried.

I ignored it all, and set the phone in my pocket. There was no way I was going to see Matthew after what happened, I didn’t want to talk about it. There was absolutely no way I would call Shawn back. I zipped up my back, and grabbed my flip flops before I left the room, making sure I had everything with me. I hoped Cam would understand. I was so thankful for him though, for how kind he had been to me. But I needed to go, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I was done with this town, I was done with it all. I was done with Shawn. I cringed at his name, and left the building. I should’ve known to never trust him again. I didn’t want to see his face ever again. I called a taxi, and went to the airport. I found a flight for tonight, but it was not for another two hours. That was good enough for me. I found a seat near the gate, and sat down on the small bench. I set my bag on the ground, and held my head in my hands.

I couldn’t wait to get out of here. My phone began buzzing, and I slipped it out of my pocket. Shawn was calling. I quickly ignored it, and rested my back against one side of the bench, and stretched my feet out in front of me. Then the phone buzzed again. A text.

From: Cam

I just got home, you aren’t here, and I’m assuming you’re leaving bc of the boys being in town. I love you, please don’t go let’s talk about this, just come home

My eyes closed, and I felt tears starting in the corner of them. Even Cam couldn’t fix this, no one could. It was done, the problem started two months ago. It was just brought up again. I would never get out if I let him pull me back in. I just couldn’t deal with it. I needed out. I wouldn’t let myself be pushed back into this, it’s easier to run from the pain than deal with it. I knew Cam just wanted to help, but I couldn’t talk to him right now. It just amazed me at how well he knew me, and that he said come home. I realized sadly, that he was the closest thing I had to a home.