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Cameron Frye

He ran off
Goddamn it

Well, he did take you out to dinner that day, checkerboard floor, 50's themed, all of that, but he ran off.
It was going really well actually, the two of you shared a milkshake and it seemed that everything was just fine until he pulled back the sleeve of his hoodie to apparently scratch the area, when there was a rather large bruise on his arm
"Oh my god, what is that on your arm?" you asked reaching over the table
He quickly looked at the bruise and hid it again
"It's nothing, but check out how we picked the perfect day for our date, there really isn't anyone here"
You looked at him in shock
"No really, is that a bruise?" you asked pulling at his sleeve
"N-No, it's not a bruise, there's nothing there."
"Cameron Frye, my best friend, the guy who deserves the world, tell me, what the hell is that on your arm?" you asked
"Y/n, like I said, it's nothing, just forget about it." he said eating another fry
You rolled your eyes and got up and sat beside him in the booth
"Y/n what are you doing?"
"Show me your arm."
"I don't have to show you my arm, it's fine."
You began to reach over to his other arm and try an pull up the sleeve.
"Y/n what are you doing!" Cameron exclaimed
"Don't worry about it!" you said back
After a few seconds of tussling, you successfully pull up his sleeve.
All the way.
It was a bruise, in fact, it was a bruise that went past his shoulder.
He had multiple bruises in multiple states of healing, all connected in different places.
"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, "what happened!"
He looked at you, tears filling up his eyes, then he shuffled past you, and ran off.
Goddamn it
You sat there for about ten minutes to see if he would come back out and be upfront about his bruise but he didn't.
After what seemed like years of waiting, you got up and and went to the back, braced yourself, and went into the men's restroom
You walked in, admiring the scenery looking around, until you saw his shoes from underneath the last stall.
"Cam? Let me see the bruise." you said leaning on the stall door "I know you're in there, just talk to me about it."
"No. It's too much, I don't want to be a burden on you." Cameron said sniffing
"Oh come on Cameron, it's okay!" you exclaimed, "whatever it is, I can take it! Please, just tell me what it is! I'm worried about you!"
Then the stall door unlocked, and he took you inside
"Okay, now please show me your arm again." you said firmly
It was evident that he was crying, and that he had been for some time, you hated seeing him cry
He rolled up his sleeve and held his arm out, and there was the bruise.
"Oh my god! Who did this to you!"
"My dad." Cameron said bluntly
You paused, froze even. His parent did this? Why? Why him? How could they beat their son so badly to the point of severe pain and bruising?
"What! Why! Oh god."
"The car, that day we went out. When it ran through the window and out on the backyard.
Well he came home and, and started beating me." he said
You kept examining the area, then saw that the bruise went past his shoulder
"Wait, Cam, take off your jersey." you said
He hesitated, but he took the jersey off, then his shirt
You smiled "Damn, okay but turn around, I need to see your back."
He scoffed and turned around and there it was, the kicker, bruise. It wasn't like anything you've seen, and you've seen some shit.
It looked like a disfigured map of Africa but it was black, blue, and light yellow.
"Holy shit, Cameron, you should have told me this a long time ago!"
You gently rubbed the area watching some of the colors change.
Cameron started crying again, then you removed your hand from his back.
You turned him around and hugged him as he clutched your back
"Cameron, it's okay, it's okay." you whispered
"you can stay with me if you aren't able to go back home."
You two released, but your eyes were still on the bruise
"I'll have to go back home to get more clothes and stuff in order for that to happen." Cameron said with a sigh
"No." you said, "I'll do it for you, I'll sneak in through a window or something, if you aren't ready to face your parents, I'll do it for you."
"Y/n, you don't have to, I'll just go ask Ferris if I can stay over there."
"No, I would like for you to stand your ground and believe in yourself!" you shouted "Please, just let me help you."
He put his hands in his pockets and looked upwards, tears still in his eyes.
"Okay. I'll let you help."
You rejoiced but only in your head, he's only so fragile
"Okay." you said holding your arms out "give me a hug."
You two hugged for a while, not that long, but for a while
"Remember, you can tell me anything." You said, "whatever it is, I'll listen, you mean the world to me Cameron."
He was silent, but you could understand why
"Here." You said, breaking the silence, and the hug, "here's your shirt."
"Thanks." He said
"Come on, I'm pretty sure our milkshakes are sludge by now." you said walking out of the stall
"Holy shit." Cameron sighed
"What?"
"I hate milkshake sludge." He said
"Oh! No worries, no worries, we'll order new ones, they don't take that long." You said reassuringly
You were actually surprised that no one even looked over when they saw two people, one being a female, who had been in the restroom for a presumably long time, walk out of the mens restroom, at the same time.
You brushed it off, there was much more weirder shit in this town.
You both walked back to the table, with the Bill being paid for already, thank god.
You both got your milkshakes and left, but you still wondered what the hell you were going to do

(well this took long)