Try to Fix You (Cameron Dallas)

Part 12

~New Years Eve~

I set up bowls and bowls of candy, chips, and popcorn. I bring nicely folded blankets and set them on the couch and take a case of coca cola and put it by the food.

Since Sarah is out of town with Dylan at Disney Land, Cameron is coming over to celebrate New Years with me.

I'm sure he got invited to tons of party's so it's sweet of him to come with me instead.

I am dressed in plaid pajama pants and a long sleeve sweatshirt and of course I have my necklace on, I never take it off. My hair is pulled up in a messy bun and I have no makeup on. Ew.

I hear the door open and I run to see Cameron in sweatpants and a white tee. I tightly hug him.

"Hey camie." I say like a child.

I bring him into the living room.

"Wow you go all out." He laughs.

"Well we are going to have the best party in town." I giggle. "The pizza will be here any minute!"

His eyes light up and he smiles. He loves pizza.

I take out party poppers, 2015 sunglasses, and horns and set them on the table.

He laughs.

"What? It's New Years. These are necessary.

I hear the door bell ring and run to answer it. Of coups it was pizza so I tip the man and bring it back into the living room.

"Ta daaa!" I say holding the boxes up. Cameron basically runs to me and grabs a piece.

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We finally settle down and watch the New Years performances on TV. Wrapped up in cozy blanket and laying on Cameron's chest I feel so safe.

I check the time. 11:54.

"It's almost midnight." I grumble.

I slowly get up to open the boxes of party stuff.

I put on the 2015 glasses and give some to Cameron.

"You look so hot in those." He laughs.

"I know." I smile wide and laugh.

We get ready for the count down, party poppers in hand.

11:58

11:59

I see the TV starting to count down.

10

9

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2

1

I quickly pop the popper in unison with Cam.

I drop the popper and wrap my arms around Camerons neck, pulling him into a kiss.

"Happy New Years." I whisper as we break apart.

I pull him back to the couch and sit on his lap.

I kiss him again. Harder.

His hand snakes down to my waist pulling me closer to him.

After a while of making out I feel his hand tug on my shirt.

I feel him start to pull it up and not thinking, I'm letting him.

Wait. My scars.

My shirt is half way off when I remember.

"Wait." I quickly say.

I pull my shirt back down swiftly.

He looks up in shock. Tears in his eyes.

"Megan..... I-I didn't..." He says.

I look down in shame. I feel salty tears on my cheeks.

"You think I'm some freak? Don't you?" I cry.

He still looks at me with a dull face.

I feel his hand go back to the edge of my shirt. He pulls it up and I let him.

He lightly traces my scars with his fingers, some stinging. He looks on my arms and stomach then looks up at me.

"Why?" He murmurs.

I continue to sob ignoring his question. He was going to find out sooner or later. I just hoped later.

"Is there anymore?" He asks blankly.

I stand up and pull my pants down. I had my spandex on under it, though.

He looks at the millions of scars on my thighs.

He puts his hands on his cheeks and kisses me softly.

I continue to cry as he picks me up bridal style and carries me upstairs and onto my bed.

"Where are they?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"Megan. Where are they?" He repeats firmly.

I get on my knees. And pull the envelop out from under my bed and hand it to him.

He quickly runs to my bathroom.

"Cameron no!" I scream and chase after him. It was too late. The blade was in the toilet and being flushed.

I fall onto his chest and sob.

"That was my only escape." I scream and punch him in the chest.

He pulls me in a tight into a hug.

"I'm going to try to fix you." He whispers in my ear.