Haha, aren't I mean? I left you guys on a cliffy…Muwahahahaha! But I'm back and so are these guys! Thanks to all the 15 review I got, 15! Omg, you guys are the best, here: take some virtual cookies and teddies!
Loads of people have been like 'please don't kill Cammie' and apparently some of you cried, aww I didn't realised I was that goode, thanks guys! Anyway I hope you all enjoy this chapter, its Zammie! But don't worry all you Nacey shippers (that means supporters if you didn't know) they'll be Nacey soon, I have a plan ;) enjoy guys…
Cammie
Warmth, that was what Cammie felt first. Then hands, hands wrapped around her chest and lastly breathing, she could feel it and hear it on her neck. She was at Zach's and he was spooning her. She snuggled in further and started to remember the conversation they had last night. When Zach told her about his family, the thought of her mother going to prison if anyone found out and the fact that Zach told her he loved her. She wasn't sure if it was just a spur of the moment thing or real? It seems it was real when she started talking about suicide and he begged her to never leave him.
"Zach?" she whispered.
He yawned. "Yes baby?" he mumbled between the sheets.
"Where's the bathroom?"
He thought for a second. "Just turn left at my door"
"Thanks" she slipped out of bed, surprised she was still fully dressed and took her bag with her. She eased the door open and could hear faint breathing from the room across the hall. Must be his parents, she thought. She crept left, pushed the door open and locked it behind her. Deep purple walls with a shiny white toilet, sink and bath/shower.
Cammie looked around, she touched every surface. Wow, so this is what clean bathrooms look like. Hers is filled with mould, the stench of sick and a toilet that often needs unclogging. Cammie wet some tissue and used to it freshen her face, she'd took some sweats from Zach's closet and pulled them on, they were obviously too big for her but she liked the space and knowing that the boy she loved had once worn these. Cammie changed into the top she'd used for sports and then took something long and shiny out. Cammie was breathing, in and out, in and out. Her fingers trembled and her pulse quickened as she put it towards her neck. The end was right under her ear, she was planning a long slash over neck to her shoulder. She needed it. She needed to relive herself of the pain. But why couldn't she do it? Was it because she feared leaving a blood stain on the pure white? Was it because she knew that it was risky doing it someone's house? Or was it because she knew that Zach was only kind of next door and could come in at any moment?
No more thinking or you won't be able to do it.
One deep breath…
Bang!
Shit! Someone had banged on the door making Cammie jump causing her to slit herself. What was she thinking? She was an idiot, why would you slash yourself at your boyfriend's house?
"Cammie, I know you're in there!" said Zach; he banged on the door again.
"Zach stop banging, you'll wake your parents up, I'm coming!" she replied, she stuffed everything in her bag, but panicked when she remembered the cut on her neck.
"Hurry up! I don't trust you in there alone; I know what you are capable of"
She panicked even more. She took her hoodie out her bag and zipped it all the way up and styled her hair so it covered it. Cammie knew that in a few minutes the blood would dry and she would be able to pass it off as another scare, she'd done it many times before. But this, this was different; it was different because this was Zach, and it seemed like he noticed everything.
One, two, three… she swung the door open just as Zach was about to knock again. He looked at her, nothing seemed different but he could tell. Why else would she have taken so long?
"Those sweats suit you" Zach smirked and Cammie followed him back to his room replying, "I know"
Zach shut the door slowly while Cammie jumped on his bed; she sat there while he scanned her from the door.
"Yes Zachary?"
"Nothing Cameron" he sat down next to her and scanned her once again.
"Zach just come out and ask me!" Cammie said, she was tired, tired of everything but tired of him looking at her.
"No, I don't want to push you"
"Look Zach, I going to but then I thought back to you and I didn't, but you scared me by banging on the door so I ended up doing this…" Cammie pushed back her hair and showed him the short and bloody line on her neck.
Zach ran his hands through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck. I did that?
"I did that"
Cammie shook her head. "No, no Zach you didn't, you stopped me" he moved closed and put her forehead on his. "Without you I would have one long ass line down the side of my neck"
"That isn't very smart"
"No" she chuckled "it probably isn't, everyone at school would see"
"It's not about that Cammie; it's about your life, your life. You are 16 Cammie; you have so much more to live for, don't let anything or anyone stand in your way! And the way you've described you mom it sounds more like a medical condition. Cammie if we did tell the police I am sure that she wouldn't go to prison, I promise you, all you would have to do is tell them everything"
"Everything" Cammie said it in a trance. What did everything mean? Every day and night her mother spent crying? Every day her mother just smoked and drank? Every hit, slap, punch and kick? Would she have to share that she killed her dad? The thoughts of sharing everything scared Cammie that was the whole reason why she stopped being popular, somehow everyone knew everything about you.
"I don't know Zach…it's a risk"
"I just want you safe, will you at least think about it?" he pleaded.
Cammie was thinking about it, she was thinking about it too much. What if everything went alright? What if her mother got all the support she needed? What if Cammie got to live with Zach? But…what if it fucked up? What if her mother was sent to prison like Zach's parents? What if everyone at school found out? And what would happen when her mom came back?
"Cammie?" Zach always got worried when Cammie went silent, he knew when she was silent she was thinking and when Cammie thought it was never good.
"Cammie?" he tried again, he nudged his shoulder against hers.
"Okay"
"What do you mean Cammie?" he asked. She'd suddenly stood up and walked to the window.
"I mean let's do it, let's call the police, let's sort my life out because I fear that I'm going to do something soon"
Ooooh, I left you on speech! What do you think? What will happen to Cammie's mom? Now because I am a mean person and I like to keep you guys on your toes I'm actually gonna go away from Zammie and do some Nacey because I know that something big is going to happen soon, so you guys can look forward to that!
Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes
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-cammieXzachxx
