( Chapter One - s/8859882/1/Cam-And-Maya-Chapter-One

Chapter s/8860619/1/Cam-And-Maya-Chapter-Two )

Katie. Could I tell Katie? At this point, anything would be better than sitting on the curb, crying and freezing. I reached for my phone. Gone. I must have lost it throughout the night. I was left with only one choice. Walk.

It was a 2 hour walk back to my house. I Arrived home at six in the morning. My family was frantic, on the phone, pacing. Holding my shirt together, I walked in the door and closed it behind me. My mom rushed up to me.

"Oh Maya." She cried. Embracing me in a hug.

I couldn't help but start crying.

"Where were you?" She asked.

"I fell asleep at the party. " I lied.

"And your shirt?" She questioned.

"Must have ripped it last night. I'm so sorry for worrying you guys." I apologized.

"You'd better be. Listen. Because this is your first time going out, I'll cut you some slack. But this will never happen again. Got it?"

"Got it."

When I let go of my mother. Something in the kitchen doorway caught my attention. Cam. He was here. He looked terrible. He had blackened eyes from lack of sleep. His expression was angry, but worried. i had a feeling this would not be one of the best days between us.

"I think I'm going to go change. After, Cam, will you meet me in my room?" I asked, holding back tears. I was so afraid of what was about to come.

I climbed the stairs. Aching. It's bound to hurt after the first time. The first time... Taken from me. By some monster. Should I tell Cam? Would he even believe me?

After I changed, and cleaned up a little, I walked from the bathroom to my bed room.

"You left this at the party." He explained, handing me my phone.

"Oh! Thanks!" I said, actually excited.

"Maya... You didn't fall asleep at the party. I looked for you. What happened?" He asked.

"Oh.. Nothing. I just... Dallas and I made up. We went to hang out. To show each other we were on fine terms." I lied. Again. This had to stop.

"Maya! I can't believe you!" He almost shouted. Tears of anger were about to drip down his face.

"What? Why? I didn't mean to worry you."

"I know... You just.. Can't scare me like that." He choked back tears, pulling me into a hug.

I wanted to tell him. I really did. I just.. Couldn't. I did not want him to lose his friends. He probably wouldn't even believe me.

He pulled away from me.

"I guess that's what Dallas's text meant." He started.

My heart dropped. I gave him a quizzical look.

"He texted you, he said That was fun. Let's do it again sometime." Cam repeated the message.

Hearing those words made me want to scream. This wasn't fair. Why can he do this to me. I began to cry.

"Maya! I'm sorry! So.. I take it things didn't go too well with him?" He sounded confused.

"I just... I'm probably just over tired." I replied.

Cam got up out of my bed, walked over to my dresser, grabbed me a pair of pajama pants and came back. When he got to my bed, he handed them to me and turned around, covering his eyes.

"Such a gentleman." I smiled. Even when I was feeling my worst, he could always cheer me up.

After I had changed, Cam slid off his shirt, lowered the covers, and crawled in next to me, sliding his arm under my neck and pulling the blankets up to our chins.

"Maya! You're freezing!" He noticed. I wrapped my arm over his stomach and draped one leg over his. He used his free hand to play with my hair. We slept.

I take it that Cam must have been too worried to sleep that night because we both slept until around four in the afternoon. I woke up sore. Damn Dallas. Why did he have to ruin everything?

Monday at school, I avoided Dallas as much as I could. During last period, when I knew I had class with him, I skipped. I went into the band room and played.

It's like Cam has a sense. Like he knows when something is wrong with me. Because sure enough, he showed up.

"Maayyyyaaaa... " he sang.

I spun around quickly in my chair.

"Ditching class?" He asked. He knew this was strange of me.

"Yeah. I had this really good idea for a song. I had to write it down before I lost it." Lie.

"Oh. Well, my little snow bunny, I liked the sounds of it." he said, pulling up a chair.

He sat beside me. He took my hand and started tracing his finger in my palm and up my arm. When he came across my shoulder area, he stopped.

"Maya... What are these bruises from?!" He asked, shocked.

"I uh.. May have wrestled at the party." Lie.

"Maya..." he pushed.

"I may have wrestled after the party with Dallas." ...Half lie.

"Maya... I... Trust you, but I don't like you hanging out with him okay? I just don't trust him. Is that okay?" He asked shyly. It wasn't like him to make such a request, so when he did, I listened. I nodded.

"Thank you." he kissed my hand.

"Wait... Maya. Is that... a bruise on your face too?" He asked.

"Maybe.. I'm not to sure." I said, trying to force a smile.

"No guy should do that! I'm going to go talk to him." The anger swelled in his eyes.

"Cam. No. It's okay! We were playing." I assured him.

Just then I got a text from Dallas.

-I see you're not in History. What? Are you waiting for me in the backseat of my car again? ;)

Cam was reading over my shoulder. I started to cry. I looked up at Cam. He looked angry.

"Honestly Maya... How could you do that? Especially on the night we were supposed to...?" Cam started to back out of the room.

"Cam! Wait!" I called. He stopped moving. I walked up to him.

"I - I just... I- Had too much- and you.. Your truck.. and.. Dallas came.." I stuttered.

"Dallas came. So you slept with him?" he questioned. Obviously mad.

"No Cam! I love you. Not him" I pleaded.

"Save it." he huffed as he walked out.

I slumped down against the wall and cried. I had lost the one most important person in my life.

The rest of that week I stayed home from school. Faking sick.

That weekend. Cam had a game at 2pm. I texted him before wishing him luck. No reply.

I got a text. Just not who I wanted it to be from.

-You can act like nothing happened. But it did. It happened. And you couldn't have stopped it. I told you liked you. All I did was act on that. You can't tell me you didn't like it, that you didn't want it.

Guess who from. Dallas. If I ever got the chance, I would kill him.

The next day, my family left for a dinner. I stayed home. "Sick."

Twenty minutes after they left, I heard a knock. I crept down the stairs, slowly. I wanted to make sure it wasn't Dallas. But it wasn't. He had the same coat as Dallas. But he was taller... Blonder.

"Luke Baker?" I asked as I opened the door.

"So it's true." he said. Making his way into my house.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"That Dallas..." he started.

I gave him a questioning look.

"He... R-R- did the unthinkable to you."

"How do you know?!" I asked, surprised.

" I borrowed his phone to call my parents. He had left his texts to you opened. Maya. I can help you." Luke offered.

And as if there couldn't have been a worse time in the world. Cam showed up. He knocked. I panicked, as if it didn't look like I had cheated on him already. I opened the door. His eyes darted from Luke to myself and back again.

"Seriously Maya?!" He shouted before walking away. He started toward his truck. I didn't know how this could get any worse.

Luke ran to the front door.

"Dallas raped her!" He shouted after Cam.

Cam stopped dead in his tracks. I buried my face in my hands and started to cry. Cam turned around and slowly started back towards the house. Luke waited for him in the doorway. Cam walked up to him.

"You'd better not be joking. I will kill you." he growled at Luke.

"I'm not kidding. I seen Dallas take her out of the party he said he was 'taking her home", and I asked if you should be the one to do that. Dallas said he just volunteered. Then today, I read over Dallas's texts to her. Man, I'm not kidding." Luke said, resting a hand on Cam's shoulder.

"Why are you here?" Cam asked.

"I came to comfort her. To see if I could help." Luke explained.

Cam and Luke nodded at each other. Luke left. I couldn't bring myself to look up at Cam. He didn't say anything. But I could hear him, he was pacing. When finally, he walked over to be and pulled me into a tight embrace.

"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you." he started to cry.

"It's not your fault. It's his." I managed to choke out.

"But-" He started.

"Cam. Really." I assured him.

We went into the kitchen and sat down at the table, I had made us some coffee.

"I'm going to kill him." Cam whispered, tracing his finger along the rim of his mug.

"I'm so sorry I hid this from you." I tried to explain.

"I understand. I could see how you were just trying to do the best thing for both of us." He said, finally looking up at me.

We sat there for a while. When suddenly Cam's expression turned to straight anger. He stood up.

"Wait here. I'll be back soon." He said.

He gave me no time to respond. He left. I called after him, but he wouldn't stop. I sat by the window waiting for him to get back.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty.

Thirty.

An hour.

Four hours later, I assumed he wasn't coming back. I grabbed my phone and texted him.

-Are you okay? Come back. I miss you.

No reply.

The next morning I woke up. I ate breakfast. Then I got a phone call.

"Hello? Oh hi!...No...I don't know... How?... When?...Oh my gosh!...I'll be right there."

I knew Katie had been out late the night before, but I didn't care. I needed her. I woke her up and begged her for a ride. She agreed because of the circumstances. It was a twenty minute drive but we finally got there.

The Harry Callon Hospital.

I raced though the hallways and found Cam's room. He was all swollen. With two black eyes, a broken nose, sprained wrist, head injuries. That's all I could see from my positioning anyways.

"Cam!" I started to cry as I ran towards his bed.

He groaned as he reached his hand out towards me.

" What happened?" I asked as I took his hand and pressed up against my face.

"D-Dallas." he managed.

"When?" I sobbed.

"Last night. " I hear behind me. I spin around. It was Dallas.

"He came to see me. To hurt me. This was all in self defense." Dallas said, with a smirk on his face the whole time.

Cam's mom made Dallas leave. There was nothing we could really do. This was in self defense. From the story Cam told, I learned that he had gone to see Dallas. That he had plans to hurt Dallas. After learning what he did to me. Of course this story was different than the one he told his mom. I didn't want any more people knowing about what happened to me.

Over the next 2 weeks, Cam healed. Everything was going back to normal. Dallas wasn't even trying to manipulate me anymore. Then I ran into a problem.

I was late.

As soon as everything started going back to normal. Could it be?

Could I be pregnant?

With Mike Dallas's kid?