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Chapter 14: Desperate
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My eyes opened slowly, wincing from the pain. They kept opening and then closing repeatedly...trying to get used to the bright light. Monitors beeped around me, distracting me from my thoughts. I tried to prop myself onto my elbows, but instead I doubled over in pain. Only one thought was going through my head.
What the hell happened to me?
Soon, millions of questions wandered through my head at the same time. Where was I? How long had I been sleeping? Whereʼs Josh so I can kick his ass?
Whereʼs....anyone?
I scowled when I tried for a second time to get up. I doubled over in pain again. This wasnʼt working. Something had to have happened because I wasnʼt at home, instead I was in a bright lighted room, my body swelling and aching all over.
"Mr. Fisher, are you awake?"
"Hmm?" I mumbled, looking up to see some hot female wearing a lab coat. What is this...a fantasy?
"Mr. Fisher, your at a hospital and your parents have been notified."
I shook my head and laughed a bit, feeling an ache running through my stomach. "A hospital? But how-
"Jesus Cam! You had me worried sick! What the hell happened back there?"
I chuckled nervously. "Hey Claire. Whatcha doing here?" Her face boiled with anger while her fists were clenched to her side. A whisp of blonde hair was thrown messily into the side of her face. She looked pissed, but pretty at the same time. I gulped.
Oh no. Not this again.
I promised myself not to get crazy and hung up over Claire. Now if only I could tell my heart to do the same...
"Donʼt ʻwhatcha doing Claireʼ me. How in the world did you end up looking like-like that?"
"Like what?" I asked her confusion. The doctor I was talking to previously was now standing in the corner, walking slowly towards us with a small, yet shinning object in her hand. She handed it to Claire, who held it up right in front of my face. A mirror.
I gazed at myself in the mirror and gulped nervously after taking a look at myself. I felt my body wince from the mirror. I had a black eye on my green eye, while above blue eye a tiny scar started to form. The rest of my face was red and was starting to swell up. With the help of Claire, I sat down into a sitting position. Once a large bloody gash, was now covered up in stitches on my stomach. My arms and legs had scars and scratches.
I looked like shit.
"Cam, what happened?" Claire asked softly.
"Josh was talking trash about you and so I punched him. Thatʼs how the fight started." Claire slapped me on the shoulder, making me cry out in pain. Her angered look softened into a concerned one.
"How could you be so stupid?" She asked using her thumb to rub circles into my shoulder which made my whole body tingly.
"I was only thinking about hurting him." I said with a goofy grin plastered on my face.
"You almost got yourself killed Cam." She cried out, tears welling in her eyes.
"Donʼt cry Claire. Iʼm sorry."
"I see you two need a moment. Iʼll be right in with your parents Mr. Fisher." The doctor walked away, her heels clacking against the floor. Claire ran a hand through my hair, ruffling it a bit.
"I found you Cam...lying on the floor. Bloody an-
She started to cry. I looked over at her, painfully. I hated it when she cried. "Donʼt cry, Claire. It was stupid of me and Iʼm sorry." I reached over to touch her shoulder, but she pulled away.
"Im so sorry, Cam. Here I am crying when you look like hell." I shuddered from her sobs.
"Claire, listen to me." I told her gently. She wiped away her tears and turned to look at me.
"Iʼm sorry for being stupid. It wonʼt happen again, okay?"
Claire nodded while I wiped away her tears.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Claire and I turned to look towards the door. A mid forties woman was standing in the doorway with a man standing right behind her. The woman had shoulder length hair, the color of pure darkness. Her green eyes sparkled with worry. The wrinkles around her mouth and eyes could be seen from a mile. The man standing behind her looked older and much more weary. His brown hair contained traces of gray. His deep blue eyes looked tired and frustrated in a way. He leaned against the frame of the doorway, taking in the scene.
Mr. and Mrs. Fisher has arrived.
"Mom? Dad?" I asked in surprise.
"Oh Cammy." Mrs. Fisher cried out, running towards the bed. She started to sob while she rubbed my back shakily.
"Iʼll see you later Cam." Claire said nervously, walking past Mr. Fisher and exiting the room.
I glared daggers at my Dad who was frowning at me. He made his way towards the bed and laid his hand on top of my head. I used my arm to swat it off, and used my other arm to push Mom away gently.
"Would you just leave, Dad? Just please...leave." My Mom gasped at me in surprise and started to cry harder. My Dad put a hand on her shoulder and scowled at me.
"What the hell happened to you? Your mother and I will not leave until-
"Dad, leave now." My eyes narrowed and the tone of my voice dared him to speak.
"Honey, whatʼs wrong?" I turned to see my mom, who had stopped sobbing to give him an incredulous look.
"I want him out." I snapped, pointing at Dad. He fake smiled at my mom and walked out of the room.
"Honey, heʼs your father. You shouldnʼt treat him like that." His mother added sternly. I wouldnʼt look at my mom. It was too painful, especially since I knew my Dad was cheating on her. She launched into a lecture, which I ignored complelty. She wouldnʼt be talking to me like Iʼm a child if she knew the truth. All she was giving me right now was headache. The secret was going to pop out of mouth quickly if she stayed any longer. And it isnʼt my place to tell my mom that my dad is cheating on her. My Dad should do that. Not me. Which is why it pained me to look at her.
"Mom, I want you to leave too. I need my rest." I tried my hardest to ignore her hurt look. She shook her head in disbelief, but hopped up from the hospital bed.
"If thatʼs what you want." She replied shakily, leaving me in the bed...alone. I shook my head and tried to wince back tears. I couldnʼt cry now. I was hurt enough as it was. But the look on my Momʼs face made me feel guilty. Not to mention, I wanted to yell her name and have her come back into the room so I could tell her my Dadʼs secret.
Well...Mr. Fisherʼs secret. I thought bitterly to myself. He wasnʼt a father. Nothing but an asshole.
"Knock. Knock." I heard a timid voice coming from the door. Claire approached me, looking as angelic as ever. Her white blonde hair was held in a ponytail, swishing from side to side as she walked towards me. She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from snapping at me. Her puffy pink lips taunted me...
"Cam, hello? I knew you were injured, but seriously." She teased, cracking a smile, which made me grin back instantly.
"Nah. Iʼm good. I was just thinking...
Claire interrupted before I could tell her my thoughts. "I saw your parents leave together. Why is that Cam?" She cocked her head to side and looked sympathetically at me. I gulped and opened my mouth to tell her, but nothing came out.
"Itʼs okay Cam. You donʼt have to tell me if you donʼt want to." She said with an understanding smile.
"Thanks, Claire. How badly did I hurt myself?"
"Enough that you have to be on crutches for a week, have a black eye, one broken rib, and a huge gash on your chest."
I chuckled bitterly. "Of course. How silly of me. Thatʼs all?"
Claire shook her head and frowned. "Donʼt joke Cam. This is serious. You couldʼve-
She choked, leaving us in silence. I knew exactly what she was about to say. Die. I could have died. That gash was awfully close to my heart...a little bit later and I could have been...dead.
"You saved my life Claire." I said softly, making her stifle a sob. I looked up to see her eyes red and puffy. Tears fell from her face. She rushed towards me and hugged me as tightly as possible.
"I thought you were dead." She sobbed into my shoulder.
"I know." I replied softly, rubbing circles into her back, trying to calm her down. Instead, she continued to cry.
We were so screwed up...
X
She stood outside, waiting for a miracle. She heard about what happened...and actually ran to the car to be driven over to hospital. Her eyes flickered nervously at the entrance. Instead of walking inside, she stood outside of the doors, leaning against the wall. Her dark hair felt sweaty leaning against the wall. Her eyes fluttered closed. She remembered what she told Josh.
"You did what?"
"He threw a punch at me Leesh. What was I supposed to do?"
"He could be hurt, Josh and you could be in some big trouble if its serious." She yelled at the cowering figure sitting on her bed.
"Whatever. Heʼs always been a prick."
"Josh, youʼre an asshole. Get the fuck out of my house and never speak to me again." She screamed, tears threatening to fall. She would not cry. Not now. He glanced at her in disbelief and didnʼt move an inch, angering her. Her face was bright red from all of the anger she felt towards the Italian looking boy. She pointed towards the door.
"Get the fuck out!" She screeched, panic risen in her voice. Josh glared at her in disgust.
"I knew you were in love with him. You always said he was just a prize and-and weʼd be together...but that was a lie wasnʼt it? You just wanted me to do your dirty work. Alicia, youʼre a bitch." And with that he slammed the door, making Alicia fall to the floor in tears. She wiped them away quickly and walked over to her intercom.
"Dean?"
"Yes, Miss Rivera."
"Please get the car ready. I need to visit my bo-friend. Heʼs in the hospital." She scolded herself for almost saying boyfriend. Cam didnʼt want anything to do with her. She on the other hand was still in love with him.
Alicia wondered if she was ever going to go inside. She decided she wouldnʼt. His friends and family should be there with him. Not her. He didnʼt care for her, not like she cared for him... She blinked back a tear and reminded herself that alphas do not cry. Even when her friends dumped her and her ex-boyfriend was in the hospital...all in the same day.
Crouching down as low as she could, Alicia hoped she wouldnʼt be seen by anyone. She just wanted...well...she wasnʼt even sure what she wanted. The glass doors opened, causing Alicia to press herself harder against the wall. She willed herself not to breathe heavily. She didnʼt want any attention...for the first time in her life. Her eyes widened when she realized who was at the door.
Cam came out on crutches with a pretty looking blonde girl next to him. Aliciaʼs eyes showed traces of hurt when he realized it was Claire Lyons. She had lost Cam to her. Her hurt soon turned to anger when she heard Claire laugh and Cam grin wider. If that was even possible. She glanced down to see her fists clenched. She dropped them quickly and then turned her gaze back to Cam and Claire. Claire and Cam were looking at each other, not saying anything, just smiling shyly. Claire ruffled Camʼs hair, touching every piece of strand Alicia thought bitterly. Cam just stood there and blushed. Alicia ignored Claire for a second and looked at Cam.
His eyes were looking at Claire softly, like opening a door to her soul. It was like he wanted to be there for her always. Become a piece of her heart, just to be close to her. His smile was sweet and he was gazing at her lovingly. As if he would protect her against all odds.
He had never looked at her that way.
He only looked at her with sweet hunger that wished to be fed. Like she was a piece of raw meat.
And now he was looking at Claire as if she was an angel sent from above.
Alicia turned from them and let out a soft cry. Her lips quivered and her body trembled. Tears leaked from her eyes, slowly dropping down her cheeks and onto the floor. Her eyes closed, taking in the sorrow. She could never have Cam Fisher.
Because he was clearly in love with Claire.
And not her...
Aliciaʼs body crumpled to the floor and soon the air was filled with heartbroken sobs.
X
"Thanks for taking care of me." I said as the doctor took away my crutches. Itʼs been a week since I went to the hospital. And the crutches were finally gone which meant I could go play soccer again. And do things normally with Claire.
"No problemo. Thatʼs what friends are for." She said with a nervous smile.
"Yeah, friends."
It left everything eery and unsettled...
X
"And they wonʼt find out?" She asked, straddling him who was currently on the wheeled chair.
"Stop being so paranoid Kelly. No one will find out." He whispered in her ear, making her shiver from the intensity. He grabbed a strand of her blonde hair.
"No one knows? Your family too?"
"I promise Kell. Youʼll be the death of me if you donʼt let me kiss you." He groaned, leaning in.
She giggled. "Youʼre right Harris."
They locked into a passionate kiss, taking it over to the desk.
X
She walked along the alley, looking for a door. A eery light flickered in the corner, urging her to walk towards it. Nervously, she walked to the door and knocked three times.
"Password?" A deep voice asked.
"Blaze."
The door opened swiftly, lighting up the alley. The light motioned for her to come in. Glancing around, she walked in, ignoring the man at the door who was undressing her with his eyes.
"Where can I find Devon?"
His eyes narrowed. "Down the hallway, take a right. Second door to the left."
"Gracias." She said, her lips curving into a seductive smile. She strutted down the hallway, just in case anyone was watching. She had to look perfect. As if she could never crack or break...
Like she had the previous hour.
She knocked on the door urgently, which opened almost immediately. The darkness beckoned her to enter. Filled with panic, she walked through the entrance and cleared her throat.
"Devon?"
"In here, sweetheart."
She looked over to see a man, lying on the bed casually. His blue eyes glinted with trouble, rimed with red. He was probably stoned. Nothing she couldnʼt handle. Her eyes danced while her lips curved into a seductive smile. She sat at the edge of the bed.
"You have something I want."
"And it comes at a price, Alicia."
She gulped, but flicked her dark hair back over her shoulders. She could handle this, she kept reminding herself. She crawled over to him and sat in the 19 year oldʼs lap. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt and took it off with ease. She placed her lips at his ear.
"Anything you want."
How was that for seductive/creepy/dramatic at the same time?
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