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Don't Tell
Chapter 8
Cameron's
POV:
I watched as they carried out Wallace on
a stretcher. After the man shot two bullets in the wall and beat
Wallace, he ran. He knew the police were coming. I ran up to
Wallce trying to keep her awake, since it was obvious she had a
consussion. I
stayed like that until the police got there. I couldn't get
his face out of my head. He looked mental, but heartbroken at the
same time. I was so confused, so I walked outside to find Lane
and Carrie standing there talking to an officer. He walked away
and I walked up, with tears in my eyes. I huged them both and we
all sat there, crying. I couldn't get Wallace out of my head
either. Her limp, bruised body laying on the floor. My stomach
was in so much pain and it hurt so bad to cry but I couldn't
help it. I couldn't stop crying. I could've done more. I
wish I had stood up for Wallace. Maybe then I would be the one
clinging to life instead of her. I thought I had gotten rid of
all this bad karma? Why do these thing always happen to me?
Carrie's POV:
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I sat on my couch, watching Titanic for the tenth time that week. Wallace had been in a coma for a week now, Cameron and Lane recently got out of the hospital because of their stomachs. I haven't been out of my house, or out of my sweats, for six days. My doorbell rang. I looked at the door.
Carrie's POV:
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I sat on my couch, watching Titanic for the tenth time that week. Wallace had been in a coma for a week now, Cameron and Lane recently got out of the hospital because of their stomachs. I haven't been out of my house, or out of my sweats, for six days. My doorbell rang. I looked at the door.
"Mom!" I screamed.
"Yes?" She yelled
back.
"Can you get the door?" I
yelled.
"Come
on, Carrie." she yelled," I'm upstairs, you're
downstairs, now get off your a** and get the door!" I rolled
my eyes and got up, but I heard my mom talking," Oh, no
honey I love you more." That made me roll my eyes again. She
was talking to her boyfriend, Marcus. Whenever they talked she
acted like I was dirt, and not her daughter. I looked out the
window to see a girl in high heels and a sundress. I looked up at
the sky and it was pouring. The only thing in the outfit that
didn't match was the umbrella that she was holding. Her
blonde hair was all done and she sat there smiling and waving. I
opened the door to Miranda. She stepped inside and wiped her
shoes on the rug that read,' Wipe your paws here!' My
boxer, Lucy, came running up to greet her.
"Hey
Carrie!' She said, smiling her way too perfect
smile.
"Hi,
Miranda." I said," Not to be rude but why are you
here?"
"Well
you haven't come out of your house for like a week." She
said, with worry in her big green eyes," I just wanted to
make sure that you were okay."
"Yeah
I'm fine." I said, lying mainly because her smile was
making me melt, and the quicker I got her out the quicker I could
hit and hate myself for liking her.
Don't Tell
Chapter 7, Part 2
Lane's
POV:
I looked over at Carrie and
the look on her face approved that she had gotten it.
"I didn't even say
goodbye." Carrie said, a tear streaming down her cheek. I
felt them coming into my eyes too, so I dialed 911.
"911, what's your
emergency?" The lady on the other end said, calmly.
"My friends are stuck in
a house with a guy, he has a gun, they can't make it to the
safety room, please." I said into the phone, as I started to
cry.
"Calm down, what's
the address?" I looked at Carrie and mouthed address. she
took the phone out of my hands.
"I'm the other girl
with her and her address is 14359 Wide Oak Ln." Carrie said,
I looked up at the street sign that read wide oak ln. Then
suddenly to my left I heard gun shots, "Please hurry I hear
the gun firing."
The lady agreed to staying on
the line with us until the police came. We heard sirens and
Carrie thanked the woman, hung up, and handed me my phone. During
all of this I forgot about my stomach, but I suddenly remebered
when I tried to stand up with Carrie. The police men drove
up and Carrie sprinted towards them, telling them that we called.
She pointed towards me and a police officer helped me over to the
house, just in time to see them carry out a limp body and rush it
into the ambulance.
Intense right? It's gonna go back to
the track of the plot soon! I promise! These are the bean bag and
blanket just in case anyone was wondering:
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Don't Tell
Chapter 7, Part 1
Lane's
POV:
I just crawled out of my window and ran here until my stomach started hurting. When that happened i started walking. When I was halfway through the woods I started crawling. My stomach hurt like it was getting stabbed. I sat on the bean bag in the shack. My knees and hands were bleeding from the sticks, rocks, and leaves that I had to crawl over. I put a blanket over myself and curled into a little ball. I heard the creaking of the door and I looked up to find Carrie, who was panting. I looked up at her, feeling like my stomach was about to explode. She was smiling when she saw me but that smile faded into a look of serious when she saw me cringe in pain.
"I guess I'm carrying you." She said. Carrying me? Why? Carrie was the kind of girl who couldn't have slept at all the night before but still could be the P.E. teacher's #1 student. She ran like a cheetah and lifted weights like they were feathers," Jump on my back."
I did as I was told and we piggy backed out of the woods. I could tell we were on the way to Wallace's. But why? She put me down when we got to sidewalk and we walked, with her helping me. I had no idea what was happening. Suddenly, Carrie's phone vibrated, and mine started playing 'I'm yours' by Jason Mraz. Carrie smiled at me when she heard my text ringtone.
"I love that song." She said, her smiling becoming wider. I had no idea that my phone wasn't on vibrate.
"Me too." I said. We both sat on the sidewalk and we opened our texts. They were both the exact same:
Wallace: Dont come back here. plz.
We switched phones to make sure both texts were exactly the same. We switched back and Carrie started typing away on her phone. Which had a stitch case on it. I looked at the back of my phone and saw spongebob staring up at me. I smiled, momentarily forgetting about the text Wallace just sent me, until Jason Mraz brought me back.
Wallace: Stay away from my house, my moms ex is here, we r trying to get to the safety rm. he has gun. might shoot C. scared. call911.
I just crawled out of my window and ran here until my stomach started hurting. When that happened i started walking. When I was halfway through the woods I started crawling. My stomach hurt like it was getting stabbed. I sat on the bean bag in the shack. My knees and hands were bleeding from the sticks, rocks, and leaves that I had to crawl over. I put a blanket over myself and curled into a little ball. I heard the creaking of the door and I looked up to find Carrie, who was panting. I looked up at her, feeling like my stomach was about to explode. She was smiling when she saw me but that smile faded into a look of serious when she saw me cringe in pain.
"I guess I'm carrying you." She said. Carrying me? Why? Carrie was the kind of girl who couldn't have slept at all the night before but still could be the P.E. teacher's #1 student. She ran like a cheetah and lifted weights like they were feathers," Jump on my back."
I did as I was told and we piggy backed out of the woods. I could tell we were on the way to Wallace's. But why? She put me down when we got to sidewalk and we walked, with her helping me. I had no idea what was happening. Suddenly, Carrie's phone vibrated, and mine started playing 'I'm yours' by Jason Mraz. Carrie smiled at me when she heard my text ringtone.
"I love that song." She said, her smiling becoming wider. I had no idea that my phone wasn't on vibrate.
"Me too." I said. We both sat on the sidewalk and we opened our texts. They were both the exact same:
Wallace: Dont come back here. plz.
We switched phones to make sure both texts were exactly the same. We switched back and Carrie started typing away on her phone. Which had a stitch case on it. I looked at the back of my phone and saw spongebob staring up at me. I smiled, momentarily forgetting about the text Wallace just sent me, until Jason Mraz brought me back.
Wallace: Stay away from my house, my moms ex is here, we r trying to get to the safety rm. he has gun. might shoot C. scared. call911.
Don't Tell
Chapter
6
Caroline's POV:
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Lane: My parents hate me, as in they never wanted me to be born. They tried abortion and it didn't work, I have a 'birthmark' where it should have killed me. Now they treat me like crap. My mom beats me and they both call me ugly and fat. They've gotten me to believe it. But don't tell anyone this... you're the only person that knows...
I had no idea what to say besides oh my god. Why would she tell me something like that? I'm not even her friend. I was freaking out. I quickly changed out of my clothes, and put on a tank top, shorts and TOMS. Making sure to grab my matching bracelet. I got my phone and texted the first thing on my mind.
Me: I bet Wallace told you about the shack in the woods? She tells everyone. Meet me there ASAP. We need to talk about a little bit more than our 'friendship'
Cameron's POV:
Wallce and I sat on two random chairs clutching our stomachs. I felt as if I was going to throw up, again. I looked out the window and saw none other than Caroline. I got up and limped/walked/waddled out the door.
"Carrie!" I yelled, as loud as I could. She heard me and turned. She ran up to me, obviously noticing I was bent down, clutching my stomach. She helped me inside, with a look of concern on her face. Wallace was on the other side of the room, holding her stomach and crying, but she WAS the first to eat the donuts from her mom's ex. I just couldn't believe he had gone IN her house. I felt awful for Lane, since she had eaten the donut next, while I was still deciding which one to pick. She was probably starting to get Wallace's symptoms. We only had food poisoning, bad food poisoning, which we knew after Wallace called her doctor, who was also her mom's best friend. I looked up and Wallace was whispering to Carrie, and Carrie was whispering back. Suddenly, a look of shock crossed both of their faces. Carrie quickly got up and sprinted out the door, going in the direction of the woods. I was so confused so I looked up at Wallace. She motioned for me to come, so I practically crawled across the floor and up to her feet.
"Lane's alone, in the woods, but we don't know where in the woods she is." And that was all I needed to hear. I bit my lip, hard. Part of it was because I was worried for Lane, but my stomach also hurt like hell. A tear streamed down my cheek as the pain got worse, but all I could think about was Lane. She was probably in the pain Wallace was in. Maybe she was curled up in a little ball on some leaves. Maybe she was still on the sidewalk, trying her hardest to fight back the pain. Maybe she was already at the shack, hugging the pink bean bag for dear life. A scream pierced the air and pulled me out of my thoughts as Wallace looked at something behind me.
"Who's your little friend Wallace?" The man asked putting his hand on my shoulder, and holding a gun up to my head.
Caroline's POV:
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Lane: My parents hate me, as in they never wanted me to be born. They tried abortion and it didn't work, I have a 'birthmark' where it should have killed me. Now they treat me like crap. My mom beats me and they both call me ugly and fat. They've gotten me to believe it. But don't tell anyone this... you're the only person that knows...
I had no idea what to say besides oh my god. Why would she tell me something like that? I'm not even her friend. I was freaking out. I quickly changed out of my clothes, and put on a tank top, shorts and TOMS. Making sure to grab my matching bracelet. I got my phone and texted the first thing on my mind.
Me: I bet Wallace told you about the shack in the woods? She tells everyone. Meet me there ASAP. We need to talk about a little bit more than our 'friendship'
Cameron's POV:
Wallce and I sat on two random chairs clutching our stomachs. I felt as if I was going to throw up, again. I looked out the window and saw none other than Caroline. I got up and limped/walked/waddled out the door.
"Carrie!" I yelled, as loud as I could. She heard me and turned. She ran up to me, obviously noticing I was bent down, clutching my stomach. She helped me inside, with a look of concern on her face. Wallace was on the other side of the room, holding her stomach and crying, but she WAS the first to eat the donuts from her mom's ex. I just couldn't believe he had gone IN her house. I felt awful for Lane, since she had eaten the donut next, while I was still deciding which one to pick. She was probably starting to get Wallace's symptoms. We only had food poisoning, bad food poisoning, which we knew after Wallace called her doctor, who was also her mom's best friend. I looked up and Wallace was whispering to Carrie, and Carrie was whispering back. Suddenly, a look of shock crossed both of their faces. Carrie quickly got up and sprinted out the door, going in the direction of the woods. I was so confused so I looked up at Wallace. She motioned for me to come, so I practically crawled across the floor and up to her feet.
"Lane's alone, in the woods, but we don't know where in the woods she is." And that was all I needed to hear. I bit my lip, hard. Part of it was because I was worried for Lane, but my stomach also hurt like hell. A tear streamed down my cheek as the pain got worse, but all I could think about was Lane. She was probably in the pain Wallace was in. Maybe she was curled up in a little ball on some leaves. Maybe she was still on the sidewalk, trying her hardest to fight back the pain. Maybe she was already at the shack, hugging the pink bean bag for dear life. A scream pierced the air and pulled me out of my thoughts as Wallace looked at something behind me.
"Who's your little friend Wallace?" The man asked putting his hand on my shoulder, and holding a gun up to my head.
Don't Tell
Chapter
4
Caroline's POV:
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I had raced home and went directly into the shower, ignoring my mom on the way in. After taking an hour long shower, I got into pajamas and curled up on my bed with my laptop. The first thing on my screen was a picture of Wallace, Lane, and Cameron Jordan? They were all posing in their pajamas. Seriously? The second I leave she goes and has a sleepover with Lane and Cameron. I understand Lane but why Cameron?
Lane's POV:
Cameron was sitting on the floor while Wallace and I were sitting on the couch. We were watching Spongebob and laughing at all the adult jokes they put in it. Suddenly there was a knock at the front door. We all froze and looked at each other. I looked at the clock, it was 11:46. Who the hell would go around knocking on front doors at this time of night? Wallace wasn't moving, it was as if she couldn't.
"W-Wallace." Cameron stuttered.
"Yeah?" Wallace mumbled.
"Who's at the door?" She mumbled back
"I think it's- No nevermind." Wallace said," Stay here."
She quietly slinked to the back door and locked it. Then she went into the basement and shortly came back. She grabbed a few pillows and blankets, and some food.
"Follow me." She said, a look of extreme worry was plastered across her face. I grabbed my inhaler and follower her, with Cameron right behind meWe raced down the basement stairs and ran into a large room with a thick door.
"What the hell is happening?" I screamed, as Wallace closed and locked the door.
Cameron's POV:
All I could do was panic. We were locked in a safety room.
"Calm down!" Wallace said," It's my mom's ex."
"Cause that helps us calm down." Lane said, hugging a pillow and sitting on a chair, since there were a few in the room.
"We only have to stay here for a few hours." Wallace said," The longest he's stayed is all night."
"Are you used to this?" I said, sitting on a chair next to Lane, who was now hyperventalating. I grabbed her inhaler off the ground, since it fell out of her hand. I gave it to her and sighed.
"Pretty much," Wallace said, I pulled up another chair and put my feet on it. Wallace and Lane looked at me, confused.
"Well if we're gonna be here for a while we might as well get comfortable!" I said, laughing. They both laughed and we all grabbed pillows, blankets, and chairs, making small beds for the night. I put my head on my pillow, smiling.
'I finally made friends.' I thought, as I slowly drifted to sleep.
Caroline's POV:
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I had raced home and went directly into the shower, ignoring my mom on the way in. After taking an hour long shower, I got into pajamas and curled up on my bed with my laptop. The first thing on my screen was a picture of Wallace, Lane, and Cameron Jordan? They were all posing in their pajamas. Seriously? The second I leave she goes and has a sleepover with Lane and Cameron. I understand Lane but why Cameron?
Lane's POV:
Cameron was sitting on the floor while Wallace and I were sitting on the couch. We were watching Spongebob and laughing at all the adult jokes they put in it. Suddenly there was a knock at the front door. We all froze and looked at each other. I looked at the clock, it was 11:46. Who the hell would go around knocking on front doors at this time of night? Wallace wasn't moving, it was as if she couldn't.
"W-Wallace." Cameron stuttered.
"Yeah?" Wallace mumbled.
"Who's at the door?" She mumbled back
"I think it's- No nevermind." Wallace said," Stay here."
She quietly slinked to the back door and locked it. Then she went into the basement and shortly came back. She grabbed a few pillows and blankets, and some food.
"Follow me." She said, a look of extreme worry was plastered across her face. I grabbed my inhaler and follower her, with Cameron right behind meWe raced down the basement stairs and ran into a large room with a thick door.
"What the hell is happening?" I screamed, as Wallace closed and locked the door.
Cameron's POV:
All I could do was panic. We were locked in a safety room.
"Calm down!" Wallace said," It's my mom's ex."
"Cause that helps us calm down." Lane said, hugging a pillow and sitting on a chair, since there were a few in the room.
"We only have to stay here for a few hours." Wallace said," The longest he's stayed is all night."
"Are you used to this?" I said, sitting on a chair next to Lane, who was now hyperventalating. I grabbed her inhaler off the ground, since it fell out of her hand. I gave it to her and sighed.
"Pretty much," Wallace said, I pulled up another chair and put my feet on it. Wallace and Lane looked at me, confused.
"Well if we're gonna be here for a while we might as well get comfortable!" I said, laughing. They both laughed and we all grabbed pillows, blankets, and chairs, making small beds for the night. I put my head on my pillow, smiling.
'I finally made friends.' I thought, as I slowly drifted to sleep.
Don't Tell
Chapter
3
Cameron's POV:
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"Who the hell are you?" I heard someone say. I screamed and jumped. I looked over to see Lane Quince sitting on a neon pink beanbag. I could feel the anger inside me. She was the b*tch that made Matt break up with me. We 'weren't a good couple' and 'Matt looked better with her friend Kayla.' Little did she know that Matt was my life. He was the only reason I was still alive. I snapped back to reality when Lane started breathing heavy. Was she hyperventalating," Inhaler. i-in box."
I ran over to the box and grabbed the inhaler. My little brother has asthma too, so I acted on instinct. I handed her the inhaler and she took a deep breath. How did I not know that the most popular girl in the tenth grade has asthma? I knelt down to make sure she was okay anyway.
"What the hell?" I heard behind me. I turned around to see a girl standing in the doorway. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. Was she in my English class last year? Math? Maybe Science,"Cameron? Cameron Jordan?"
"Y-yeah."
"Wallace, it's okay." Lane said," She practically just saved me from a trip to the hospital."
"What!" Wallace yelled, running over to Lane with a look of worry on her face. Wallace? Where do I know her from? I wracked my brain to think of it."
"Since Lane most likey didn't say it, thank you!" Wallace said,"Oh! And I hope we have spanish with Will again!"
That's where I knew her from.
"You sound more like your signing her yearbook than thanking her." Lane said, laughing," But anyway, thanks Cammie."
"You can just call me Cameron." I said, remebering how Matt used to call me that.
"Awh!' Lane said," But Cammie is cu-'
"My ex used to call me Cammie!" I yelled," So just call me Cameron!"
"Awh, Cameron! I'm so-"
"Wait!" Wallace yelled,"Not to be rude but, why exactly are you here?"
"Oh." I said, remembering why I was here,"Don't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."
"We won't" Wallace said, smiling as if I was her friend.
"Okay," I said, taking deep breath," For the past week I've been sleeping here, cause I'm scared to sleep in the same house as my mom's abusive boyfriend."
"Oh, my, god!" Wallace said, as her and Lane hugged me," I'm so so sorry!"
"It's okay." I said, hugging them back," It's just hard to get used to, thats all."
"You can sleep at my house tonight if you want." Wallace said.
"Oh no I'm fi-"
"My mom's away for the weekend, and i bet you'd prefer a bed over a beanbag." Wallace said, smiling," I have a bunk bed so you can sleep on the top bunk!"
"Can I sleep at your place too, WaWa." Lane said, WaWa? I shook my head," Cause my mom's being a b*tch, and she wont even care if I come home or not."
"Okay, You can sleep on the pull out bed." Wallace said," Unless Cameron wants to sleep on some bean bags."
"I'd much rather sleep on a bed!" I said, laughing with them.
"Yay!" Lane said," Sleep over baby!"
Cameron's POV:
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"Who the hell are you?" I heard someone say. I screamed and jumped. I looked over to see Lane Quince sitting on a neon pink beanbag. I could feel the anger inside me. She was the b*tch that made Matt break up with me. We 'weren't a good couple' and 'Matt looked better with her friend Kayla.' Little did she know that Matt was my life. He was the only reason I was still alive. I snapped back to reality when Lane started breathing heavy. Was she hyperventalating," Inhaler. i-in box."
I ran over to the box and grabbed the inhaler. My little brother has asthma too, so I acted on instinct. I handed her the inhaler and she took a deep breath. How did I not know that the most popular girl in the tenth grade has asthma? I knelt down to make sure she was okay anyway.
"What the hell?" I heard behind me. I turned around to see a girl standing in the doorway. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. Was she in my English class last year? Math? Maybe Science,"Cameron? Cameron Jordan?"
"Y-yeah."
"Wallace, it's okay." Lane said," She practically just saved me from a trip to the hospital."
"What!" Wallace yelled, running over to Lane with a look of worry on her face. Wallace? Where do I know her from? I wracked my brain to think of it."
"Since Lane most likey didn't say it, thank you!" Wallace said,"Oh! And I hope we have spanish with Will again!"
That's where I knew her from.
"You sound more like your signing her yearbook than thanking her." Lane said, laughing," But anyway, thanks Cammie."
"You can just call me Cameron." I said, remebering how Matt used to call me that.
"Awh!' Lane said," But Cammie is cu-'
"My ex used to call me Cammie!" I yelled," So just call me Cameron!"
"Awh, Cameron! I'm so-"
"Wait!" Wallace yelled,"Not to be rude but, why exactly are you here?"
"Oh." I said, remembering why I was here,"Don't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."
"We won't" Wallace said, smiling as if I was her friend.
"Okay," I said, taking deep breath," For the past week I've been sleeping here, cause I'm scared to sleep in the same house as my mom's abusive boyfriend."
"Oh, my, god!" Wallace said, as her and Lane hugged me," I'm so so sorry!"
"It's okay." I said, hugging them back," It's just hard to get used to, thats all."
"You can sleep at my house tonight if you want." Wallace said.
"Oh no I'm fi-"
"My mom's away for the weekend, and i bet you'd prefer a bed over a beanbag." Wallace said, smiling," I have a bunk bed so you can sleep on the top bunk!"
"Can I sleep at your place too, WaWa." Lane said, WaWa? I shook my head," Cause my mom's being a b*tch, and she wont even care if I come home or not."
"Okay, You can sleep on the pull out bed." Wallace said," Unless Cameron wants to sleep on some bean bags."
"I'd much rather sleep on a bed!" I said, laughing with them.
"Yay!" Lane said," Sleep over baby!"