Just A Guy (Cameron Dallas Fanfic)

Chapter 25

It's 3am and I'm not going to sleep anytime soon.

But Paul will be.

Paul lives alone, no kids, or girlfriend, that the police know of anyways. But I guess he does have a security system but I have broken into shops before so I got this...hopefully.

I showered and put my hair into a side braid.

For my outfit I went all black.

Black shirt, shoes, skinny jeans, jacket, beanie, and even my make was black eyeshadow and lipstick.

Once I was done applying my lipstick, I looked at myself in the mirror and holy shit I look different. But that's the point, when you're breaking into someone's home, you don't want to look like yourself.

Then I dig under my bed for a black suitcase.

I sneak into Jamie's room and steal her car keys because I don't want Paul to remember my car.

Bitch move, I know.

But the odds are that he won't get out of his house alive tonight soooo I got that taken care of.

I drive for 15miles until I get to a little isolated house.

Perfect.

I grab my suitcase and walk up to the door, of course it's locked so I looked at the front lawn for "This House Is Protected By.." blah blah blah.

I found nothing, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have security.

I opened my suitcase and pulled out my lock picking tools. I haven't done this in forever so it took about 2 minutes to open the damn lock.

To my surprise no alarm went off.

I sighed with relief.

I put the tools back into my suitcase and go inside.

It's a nice two-story house with the living room, dinning room, and kitchen on the first floor.

I walk quietly up the stairs trying to be like in an awesome action movie.

I discovered three doors, on was open which was the bathroom, and then there was two closed doors.

With my clever mind I decided to check the bathroom to another door entering into the master bedroom.

Bingo.

This is to easy, I found a door.

I open my suitcase and take out a bottle of chloroform and some rags.

I felt kind of bad about it, but not so bad that if I do what I'm planing on doing, that the guilt will eat away at me.

Paul has no family in Cali, the closest family member is two states over.

I will be fine, and I will get justice.

I drench the rug in the chloroform.

I slowly opened up the door and see a king sized bed with a person on the right side.

I take a deep breath.

I start tip toeing over to the right side of the bed, the hard wood creeks and I stop about half way to his face, he doesn't move.

I finally get to his face and I took a long hard look.

Then I realized something.

This is not the guy that ran over Cameron.

Shit.

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Authors Notes:

I forgot to add that Lizzie's foot has healed from the burn and she doesn't have to wear the hospital boot anymore(: