Beautiful Mistakes

Chapter 04

Camille's P.O.V

I walk in hurried steps ignoring all that is happening around me. In the locker room, I change into my earlier clothes and head out for the garage not caring to turn my head to Deja who is calling out for me. Angrily I ride my speeding bike off the city to a quiet place I discovered months ago.

Currently speed walking once I am off my bike I scream into the air trying to get some of the anger in me off my chest.

I fall to my knees connecting my knuckles to the ground countless times till it turns all bloody. I scream again but nothing seems to reduce the rage and anger bubbling in me.

The place is free from any living soul except me so I'm sure no one hears me as I continue screaming and hitting my already bloody knuckles to the rough ground. After what seemed like hours of me kneeling there, I rise slowly and head for the cliff nearby.

Closing my eyes I think of Fifi, the Daniels and my new friends as I try to cool my self down. Opening my eyes I turn and walk to the other side of the cliff where there is an abandoned rail above a flowing river.

I take my clothes off and jump from the rail and into the cold water that cools my burning nerves. I take my time and swim around ignoring the tears pricking my eyes.

No, I won't shed a tear for such a piece of shit. He is not worth my tears.

I assured myself as I keep my body submerged in the water trying to steady my wavering breath. I feel a stabbing sensation in my chest as I look back at my life. It's like everything is repeating itself. Am suddenly turning back into nothing.

I remember my ten year old self fleeing from being sold to an older man and now here I am in an abandoned place after almost being sold off to a man whose eyes I could not get off my mind. Eyes that I thought held something I craved in them, but as usual it was all a delusional thought. I was always meant to be alone and suffer.

Miserably.

It hurts. Everything hurts, it was like mother nature never stopped hating me since I was born. I have tried living this life but all I get every time hope booms in me is hurt.

My birth parents, Chris and now Mr. Rossi, the one whose eyes almost lit something in me. I almost fooled myself as I usually do.

I don't recall how long I have been in the water held back by my thoughts but when my body starts shivering its clear that I need to start heading back home. I slowly swim from the deep waters where my body is submerged and head for the bank.

Once my clothes are on I head to my bike only to find it still roaring. I must have forgotten to turn it off when I got here. I turn to my split and bruised knuckles as they hold the steer of my bike. They look bad. I will have to clean them up once I get back home if I don't want an infection.

I arrived at my apartment past midnight feeling no better. Only then did I acknowledge the fact that I had spent four hours at my getaway spot busy drowning in my messed up life. I turned my phone on and to say a thousand notifications popped up would be an under statement.

Many were from Deja and some from Seb. I know Deja must have called him once I angrily strode out the club. A message or two were from Royce apologizing and asking if we could talk. He had just betrayed me in a way I never expected and he wants to talk??.

Anger began to pile in me as I threw my phone on the stand by my bed and walked to the bathroom.

I flinch at the pain in my hand as I let the warm water flow on my injured knuckles. I apply some spirit from my first aid kit and wrap them up in a clean white bandage. Heading to my bed ignoring my empty stomach, I needed some sleep more than anything, I had been through enough for one night.