Worth It

(44) Relief

Figures By: Jessie Reyez is the song above. Don't own it, but it is about trusting someone that let her down in the end, not unlike Zara's situation. So, I thought this song would go with the chapter. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Vote and comment! Happy reading!

Warning: This chapter contains some situations that may be disturbing to some readers! Read at your own discretion! (I have to say that because it just makes me feel better. Making sure you know that what you're reading is for readers of age. I don't want to say eighteen because everyone mature's at their own time).

And then, as Dean shoves me against the wall and hurts my leg even more I see someone.

Cameron. So vivid on the white walls of my room. Cameron's smiling face.

Cameron telling me he won't judge me.

Cameron telling me I was safe with him. I could trust him.

Cameron being careful to not do anything to harm my sprained ankle while we were making out.

Cameron with his wildly curly hair and his kind, trusting chocolate eyes.

I put both my palms on the wall facing me as if I'm really into what Dean is doing to me, and when I feel Dean's cock brush up against my butt, I thrust out my butt as if I really am that desperate for his cock and as he busies himself with putting his baby-maker in me, I slowly reach my right hand down not once looking away from the wall in front of me.

As my hand goes down for one of my crutches, I thrust out my butt to distract him. To make him think that I really want this.

As I have my hand on one of my crutches, I feel Dean's hand hitting my butt hard. It hurts, but it's nothing I haven't dealt with before.

"Did I tell you you could move, slut?" Dean questions in that nasty snide tone of his.

"No." I say, my heartbeat going a mile a minute. My body is shaking.

I exchange my right hand with my left, so my bad side is the one leaning on my crutch. I whip my body around, making his cock come out of me and before he can react. I karate kick his legs so that he falls down with my good leg, thankful that I have been doing dance more recently and still have strong legs.

All I hear as I run out of my room and into the hallway is Dean screaming the word bitch.

All I feel as I dial Cameron's number and see Ms. Saco with her eyes wide and her hand on her phone, calling someone, is relief.

I feel relief as Ms. Saco calls 9-1-1.

I feel relief as Cameron picks up on the first ring and all I have to say is "Dean" For Cameron to say he's coming to my dorm.

That's all I have to say is Dean and he immediately gets it. I don't even have to ask him to come here. He does it all on his own.

So, this is what it's like to feel love thrum in your bones without any toxicity tainting it.

So, this is what it is like to know you can count on someone.

This is what it feels like to feel relief.