Disclamer: We sadly don't own BTR
Chapter 12: Busted
James POV: I was worried. Cameron would act so care free, yet he was hiding something. I didn't want to scare him, and he probably wouldn't want to talk about it right now. So I left. I let him change. I went back to my apartment and saw Carlos sitting there with a different shirt on, eating a corn dog. Typical Carlos stuff.
I walked down the hallway, passing various pictures of us, into me and Kendall's room. I noticed on the floor a pair of Kendall's Vanns out of place and one shoe was on its side. And next to it, I saw a little red spot. My eyes widened. I guess when Cameron was in here he tripped over the shoes and fell, causing his…I want to say cut but I think that's an understatement. His…carving for a lack of a better word. Anyways, he was bleeding. You get the point. I went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, wetting a spot, and bringing it back into the room. I kneeled down and started to dab at the spot. Once the blood was cleaned up I threw it in the hamper of the corner of the room and picked up the shoes, putting them up.
I couldn't help but think of Cameron's injuries. It worried me that someone had hurt him. From the way it looked though, I'd have to say that it happened before he came here. But it would have to be very recent. Still looked fresh. I knew I was going to have to talk to him about it. So I made up a plan. I'd corner him tonight by going to his apartment and say I saw his abs. Simple.
I went back into the living room, seeing Carlos on another corndog, watching TV. I waved to him, saying I was going to the store. He nodded his head, and I left, making my way to the elevator.
Cameron POV: I cleaned myself up and wrapped my abdomen with a new wrap, throwing the tank top into the hamper. I made a mental note to wash it later. I threw myself down on the couch, thinking about a certain Latino…and pain. I sat down to hard, making me wince. I wrapped my arm around my abs and breathed in and out, trying to make the pain go away. When it finally settled down, I looked over and saw I left the door open. I got up and slowly made my way to the door, to try to not bring the pain back. I closed the door and looked at the couch. "F uck this," I said. The distance was too much for me so I slid down and sat on the ground.
I sat there for a few hours, thinking about everything that happened. I smiled, knowing that my dream was finally coming true. Becoming famous and getting away from that pr!ck I had to call a father for many years. And what's even better, I have a brother. I made friends. I was just hoping it wouldn't come crashing down like my life usually does.
When I was thinking, I heard a knock on my door. I stood up, wincing at the pain, and quickly masked the pain as I opened the door to see James standing there. He was wearing what he wore earlier and had this smirk plastered on his face. I raised an eyebrow but I let him in. He had a brown bag behind his back, containing alcohol. I closed the door behind him and asked, "What's with the alcohol?"
"Oh I thought maybe we could have bonding time."
I grabbed the bag and took the vodka out. "Over Vodka?"
"Yeah!" I rolled my eyes but I went along with it. He got some shot glasses out that I had no idea were there.
"Used to always hide our stuff in here so Mrs. Knight wouldn't know." He took the bottle from me and asked if I had any soda. I shook my head no and shrugged. He poured a little of the drink in one glass and did the same to the other. He handed me one and I drank it in one gulp. It burned but I slammed the glass down on the counter top in the kitchen. He nodded in approval. I watched him do the same and he poured more in the glasses.
James POV: I lost count after how many shots we had after the 10th one, by then I was drunk. Cameron was too by all the slurring and stumbling he was doing. I took this as my chance and asked him.
"Why is Useless carved in your absss?"
"Whaa?"
"Useless is in your absss."
"Ohhhhh." We stumbled over to the couch and I tripped, making Cameron burst out laughing. I laughed too, not feeling the pain. I crawled to the couch, setting my head on the seat cushion as I sat on the ground.
"You gonna tell meee brah?"
"My dad." He said in such a serious tone that I forgot that he was drunk for a second.
"Oh," was all I said. I nodded my head in sympathy, knowing how he felt.
"My mom used to hurt mee," I said in a childish tone. I felt his hand pat me on my shoulder and I started to laugh uncontrollably. I stood up and grabbed him, saying, "When did thisss happen?"
"Umm the night before I left? Yeah." We started dancing to no music, just laughing and having a good time. About an hour later we passed out on the couch and floor, the place a mess. In the morning when I woke up, I felt sick, knowing I was having a hangover. I slowly got up and held my head, looking around. Cameron was still passed out on the floor so I went over to him and racked my brain to remember what happened. His shirt was lifted slightly and when I saw a wrap, I remembered instantly. I made sure he was still asleep before I lifted his shirt up more and saw more of a wrap. There was spots of blood and I figured maybe I'd be a good brother and change it. I stood back up and looked around the apartment for his suitcase, finding it easily. I looked around in the case and found another wrap in there. I hurried over to him and took his shirt off for him. He was seriously knocked out good because I accidently elbowed him in the head.
I peeled his wrap off and I gasped at the sight of his abs. The word Useless was still carved there but it looked bad. It was scabbing and little blood was coming out but still, it was an ugly sight. I remembered what he said about it being the night he came. That's when I woke up feeling pain all over my abdomen. We were the freaky twins that can feel each other's pain. It freaked me out. I quickly wrapped the new wrap around him and dragged him over to the couch. I picked him up and laid him down, making sure to rest his head on a pillow. I looked around and groaned at the sight of the apartment. I started to clean up when I heard the door opening but I didn't bother looking up. I wish I did.
"JAMES DIAMOND! WHAT HAPPENED?" I looked up to see Mrs. Knight with her hands on her hips and this look that made me scared.
She looked over and her eyes widened when she saw the Vodka.
We. Were. Screwed
