Prologue

I am not entirely sure where I am going with this story. I am not sure if I am able to do the characters justice, I don't know where I am going with this story, but I just got to get this story out of me. Idk if anyone would want to help me write it. I just love Cami so much. I apologize for the horrible grammar and spelling. I'm not the best. I hope you give it a chance.


Dirty Laundry

"The – damaged ones. They're not good. At least, not for me."

Cami sat on the kitchen floor. Her mind was empty, her body felt cold and her skin was red, black, blue, "Beautiful ", she thought staring at the burn mark on the palm of her hand, "Get it together Camille. You're going to miss Child Development"


"L-L-Logan" she croaks, trying to keep her voice stead and tears at bay "Please, I'll do better, please."

" You should know how to cook properly! Pathetic excuse for a woman." He bellowed throwing the plate across, he grabbed her hand pulled her over to the stove and slamming it on hot surface. Held it there for a good 2 minutes, but Cami wouldn't falter, she wouldn't scream, she wouldn't cry or else he'd hold it there longer. She knew that. She learned that the hard way

"Apologize." said the man who once loved her cooking, even if it was a little burnt.

This wasn't the man she knew, wasn't the happy, charming man who took her to a carnival on their first date . This wasn't the man who held her as she cried when her parents died. This man was a stranger.

"I-I'm so-ory" she choked out trying to keep her voice even. Failure. He let go of her hand to which she brought close to her chest. She didn't dare look at his eyes, but she could feel his presence. "Great! Now I'm late for work! Thanks bitch."

Cami stayed silent, she jumped when the door slammed shut. Safe. She felt cold. How did she end up like this?


"You're late", whispered Rachel as Cami took a seat next to her.

Cami gave a small smile, "Sorry, it's only 10 minutes. I was busy."

Rachel smirked, " I swear you & Logan are rabbits. I wish my love life was that exciting."

"No you don't", thought Cami

"So, are you coming to Eric's party tonight?" asked Rachel, her topaz eyes full of excitement. She looked like a 12 year old who just met her favorite boy band member. Her perfect figure would put any girl to shame. Her soft brown hair falling elegantly over her chest as she grabbed Cami's arm. Cami tried not to wince.

"Sorry, I have to study." She lied

Rachel wasn't having it though, "Don't give me that bullshit Cami. You're always studying. You need a night away from the books! Away from Logan."

"You have no idea."

"I'm not really feeling it Rach."

"C'mon Cami, I feel like I'm losing my best friend. I haven't seen you in months."

"Stop being dramatic, we went to the movies last week."

" You brought Logan. I miss it just being you and I."

"And me going to a party full of people will be just you and I? I fail to see the logic." laughed Cami

"Camille, stop being difficult. You know what I mean. I want you to come over to my dorm where we can get ready and trash talk."

Cami sighed, "We'll see. No promises."

"YES!" Screamed the brunette, which caused the entire class to turn their heads in Cami and Rachel's direction.

"Something you'd like to share with us ladies?" asked the professor

"No, Sir." said Cami apologetically


Again, I apologize for the horrible grammar. This is kind of a test run for me. I don't know if I can do this idea or story justice. I haven't written a fanfiction in a long time, but Cami is inspiring, my muse, and I had to get this out there. Tell me if it's any good. I'll try to rewrite it and make it better by adding more description and making it flow better once I find more time. School is almost over so I'll have time, so for the meantime tell me if it's worth continuing. Or if someone else wants to take over that would be brilliant too. I just want this story out there because Cami is my favorite and I want to show people that. I just want to do her justice.

All the love, Dartris Stone. :) Have a lovely day and thank you for reading.