Ah, the excitement is never over for Campbell and Maya... Here's chap 5! xxx
A light flashes in my face and my phone starts to ring loudly. I wake, and my eyes flutter open at the phone in my face. Katie Martin is calling my phone. I see that it is three in the morning and I'm on Mike Dallas's living room couch; my girlfriend's sister is calling me, and I realize that I should probably wake up and answer the phone. I'm not sure how sharp my judgement is right now, seeing the several empty cans of beer laying around the room.
"Katie, it's three in the morning, what could you possibly need from me right now?" I start, irritated. Why is she even awake, anyway?
"Someone couldn't get a hold of you and needed you." Katie states. She sounds equally annoyed.
"What?" I ask.
Katie sighs loudly and the phone thumps a little. "Hello?" Maya's small voice murmurs.
"Maya..." I say. What is Maya doing on Katie's phone and why the hell does she sound so damn scared?
"Cam, can you come over here?" Maya asks weakly.
"Maya? Where are you? Why aren't you at home? It's three a.m., what are you two doing awake?" I question. I hear Maya start to cry quietly.
"She's with Jake and me. Please, just come before Maya breaks down again." Katie sighs. I hear her whisper hardly-audible words of reassurance to Maya before the phone hangs up. I decide it's definitely the right idea to go get Maya and see what's wrong; she sounded terrified. I get off the couch and wake Dallas, who lay on a chair across the room, snoring.
"Dallas, get up," I shake his shoulder. He stirs before rubbing his eyes and waking. "I'm going to get Maya. She needs me or something." I tell him. He nods to show he is listening.
"Good luck, little Saunders. Don't mess shit up, again." Dallas mutters as I walk out the door. I realize I have no transportation, so I call a cab. I'm surprised they're even available this early in the morning.
I sit on Dallas's porch and wait for the cab and text Tristan to assure him that Maya is okay, or at least safe. The yellow car pulls up to the house and I get in and tell the driver the Martin's address. On the way to their home, I think about Maya. I want to know what- or who -those voices were in the phone call, what Maya was doing, and where the hell she went after the yelling and fighting. After a good ten minutes of thinking and analyzing, we arrive at the Martin house. I pay the driver and get out, practically sprinting to the front door.
Jake opens the door before I even get to it. He does not speak as I pass him into their living room. Maya and Katie sit on the couch, Katie leaning protectively over Maya as she shakes and sobs quietly. Panic rushes over me; not knowing what's wrong with my girlfriend really freaks me out. Katie turns to me and scowls slightly before getting up and meeting Jake in the kitchen. I rush to Maya's side, holding her small, shaking body. She cries into my shoulder for a few minutes before I speak up.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" I ask her quietly. I'm not very good at the whole 'calming people down' thing, but I suppose speaking quietly is the best I can do right now.
"I went to my parents'," Maya starts. She chokes on her sobs, her words choppy.
"Why?" I question.
"I hadn't seen them in a while," she sobs, "and I figured you didn't want me at home anyway, so I thought I should just-"
"Maya, why would you think that?" I ask. I feel a little insulted at her words, but I probably deserve it. She sits up and wipes her tears.
"It's just that I yelled at you, and I felt really bad. Cam, I-I'm really sorry." Maya falls into my shoulder again and clings her arms around my neck. Now I feel really bad, it was me who wronged, I didn't respect her, or her body, really. I'm a selfish asshole. I honestly don't deserve Maya.
"Maya, I'm an ass. I should've listened to you. Please don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong," I start to cry a little. "Just tell me what happened." I try to say it steadily.
"I was walking down Main and these guys jumped me and took my stuff, and then-" she chokes on a sob, "and then.." Maya struggles to finish.
"And then what? M, you need to talk to me." I say, trying to hold onto my sanity.
"Then one of them tried to-" she sobs, "one of them tried to touch me."
I clench my jaw to try to keep from screaming out loud.
Maya tries to continue. "But they thought they heard the police and they left." She breaks down and cries loudly, slouching into my shoulder. I honestly don't want to deal with a problem like this here, in someone else's home.
"I think we should go home, now." I try to stay stable. Maya nods and I help her up. I keep an arm around her waist, knowing she'll fall at any moment. Jake gives me the keys to his truck; he knows I have no transportation.
The ride home is silent, for the most part. I don't want to trigger Maya at this time of day, I want to let her sleep. We can talk tomorrow, because frankly, I don't think either of us are in the mental stability to deal with a problem of this magnitude.
We go to bed in silence, and I try to keep an arm around her to let her know I'm here, but I still hear her cry through the night.
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