Where's my happy ending?

Chapter 4

At the end of the ceremony I was always next to her making sure was okay. We went back to the hostel and immediately went to her room. "So tell me a little about yourself, except the part that you are a sexy rugby player." Said Cambell. "Well I am Kayla July, born and bred in Free State. I have both parents and three siblings, one died in a car accident when I was 5. I am a very calm person. My favourite colour is yellow and dusty pink. I'm very overprotective when it comes to my loved ones and the LGBTI family🏳️‍🌈 I have a past that brought me great pain but that's a story for another day. What about you?" "I am Cambell September, aslo born and bred in Free State. I am a sport person. I have both parents. I have a little brother who I love to the very last bit. I enjoy spending time with the ones I love and family. My favourite colour is pink. I am bisexual🏳️‍🌈" she said while smiling. We ate, laughed and shared our awkward moments we had around each other. Then we slept. The next morning we played against the Golden Lions. I was badly injured. At night I went to Cambell's room with a bruised knee, torn foot muscles & in pain but still got there because I was falling for her. Life will not be as sweet as we expect it to be. Cambell was in a relationship with a guy at her school but they were going through a rough patch. "I don't want to give you an answer right now because I'm afraid it might just be a tournaments fling." She said. I was greatful that she was being honest with me. Goodness saw a chance to come for me. We talked and vibed throughout the whole tournaments. Cambell was heartbroken but could not do anything about it because she wanted to do things the right way. We all came back to the Free State, after 6 days. Just before we went separate ways, Cambell came to me, gave me a hug that made me remember the first reason why I fell for her. In that 1min hug I remembered the times Cambell would just rock up in my room just to stare at me, how she looked on field, her corny jokes, her bright smile, her short self in a rugby kit. I could not let another man ill treat her. I apologized for brining her pain. We parted ways. Goodness and I vibed for a week after the tournaments and that was it. We never spoke again. Cambell kept in contact with me, so did I. The mood got brighter after Goodness amd I stopped talking to each other. I fell for Cambell deeply during that month, all I wanted was her. I prayed day in, day out for Cambell. We decided to go celebrate her 16th birthday once we done with the exams. I bought her, her favourite chocolate and wrote 76 reasons why I love her in a glass jar, printed Cambell's Favourite female artist Robyn Fenty's tattoo on it. We had a McDonald's date, took video's and pictures together, reminded each other of things that happened at the tournaments. For a second neither of us said a word, we looked deeply in each other's eyes "Lean first Kayla don't be such a party pooper. She loves you too man" I said to myslef softly... we both leaned in at the same time...and kissed. Her lips felt so cold and soft against mine. "Are we making this official?" Cambell asked. "I can't be in a relationship with you while you still with your boyfriend. I don't share." That wouldn't have gotten any more perfect. During the following month we went through a bumpy road which left them broken. I found out that Cambell went around telling people nothing is happening between us and we just close friends. Just to male matters worse, Cambell's boyfriend was my cousin, Brian. It all came back every hurt, every moment, I felt like love was not meant for me. I took my pain reliever, which I hadn't used in 3 months. Red dotted lines, and sight of blood made me escape the emotional battle I was in. I already sent out applications to her school as a surprise, fought with my dad about changing school and she does that to me! How could she! I gave all that I had. I never wished things to be the way they turned out. I never enjoyed my summer holidays, just kept praying for better days. That was my only solution besides the razor, prayer made me feel like I'm close to God and I could shout at him and asked him all sorts of questions I wanted to ask him when I went to heaven that's even if I would get to go...