Make Me Bad (Cameron Dallas Fan Fiction) (Completed)

Chapter 16

I checked my phone to see we were in magazines for hottest couple.

Apparently our ship name is Lameron.

Don't ask I'm as confused as you.

Cameron is perfect but I don't want to hurt him. I know he says all this stuff but I can see he's been crushed.

"Cam?" I asked

"Yeah?" He said

"Who is Madison?" I asked.

His eyes widened and his teeth tightened.

"She was my girlfriend but she was using me to get more famous. She hooked up with the guys and I was so in 'Love' I didn't realize what she was doing. Then she dumped me and told media I was abusive. That's were the bad boy image I just became the person she told." he admitted.

I hugged him he hugged back.
Well now we have another thing in common.

I kissed him hard hopefully draining the pain. As we heard a knock on the door.

Cameron let out an irritated breath as he walked towards the door.

All his muscles tensed when he looked through the peep hole.

I looked through and saw all the Magcon boys standing there. I grabbed my pistol as Cameron grabbed his knife. I raised an eyebrow.

"What? I like knives better than guns." he said.

I rolled my eyes and opened the door a little.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"We need to speak with Cameron." Nash said. Rolling his eyes irritated.

"Right here." Cameron pushed me aside and looked at Nash.

I had my eyes wide as Cameron started talking to Nash. It was a calm conversation only I couldn't hear it. I think he deserves some privacy.

Cameron came back in a smirk on his lips.

"If you sold me I will run away." I said jokingly.

"Nothing just about my family." he spoke.

"I've never meet your family." I said.

"I want you too but it's not safe with Bart..." he trailed off.

I stayed silent and went to our room and felt a weight fall on my shoulders. It was the guilt of death. I felt awful for killing Jack.

I hopped in the shower as I cried silently my hands shaking.

I've never felt like this before. Only the guilt of taking someone's life. I can't shake this feeling off.

I loved Jack. I thought the feelings would die when I shot him. I just don't think I can handle it. I tried to calm down but the feeling as if I'd shot myself lingered.

My heart picked up its beat. I knew what was happening.

I was having a panic attack.

My mom would always calm me down but now. She's gone. He's gone. My family is gone.

It's all my fault.

I put my head in my hands and rocked back and fourth taking deep breaths.

I soon felt a pair of warm hands grab my sides and lift me on his lap.
Sparks ignited when he placed me there.

I stayed in the same position as he said positive things to me. I began to calm down as I drifted off into a deep sleep of a dream filled of doubt and darkness.