25. The truth won't set you free

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Cameron's POV
The next morning I wake up and I'm not in my room. I look around frantically and I see a lounge chair next to the bed I'm in and Jessica is curled up in it. She looks so peaceful. My head starts pounding and I curse under my breath. What the hell happened last night? I get out if the unfamiliar sheets and notice that my shoes are tucked neatly away under the side of the bed. I can't remember what happened last night but judging by the frown etched on Jessica's face while she sleeps and the scabs on my knuckles, it wasn't a good night. I slide my shoes on and write and note for jess when she wakes up.

Dakota's POV
When I wake up I walk around the house and no one is there. What the fuck? I can't remember shit from last night. "Guys! Anyone home?" I call and there's no response. I grab my phone from the couch and go through my messages hoping it'll jog my memory.

Kian: Do you girls need a ride back home after the party?

That doesn't help much.

Jenn: Did you hear? Cameron and that guy Sam got in a fight.

That helps a lot, not about what happened to me though. I'm going to have to talk to Jessica about that. I don't even remember how I got home.

Unknown: Call me next time you need to entertain yourself. You were amazing. Thanks again for last night.

Whoa whoa whoa. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Drunk or not, I don't see myself doing anything with anyone while I'm with Cody. Fuck. I decide to text the number back asking who it was and I anxiously wait for a response

Unknown: It's Sam.

Holy fucking shit! That's when it all came together. No no no no no. I continue saying over and over in my head, in hopes that the past will change. I remember everything. I had sex with Sam.

Emily's POV
I wake up to a naked Jc sleeping on top of me and I smile down at the sight. Last night was perfect.

Jessica's POV
When I wake up Cameron isn't in the hotel room. I turn over in and I see a sticky note attached to the arm of the chair.

Went to go get some breakfast. Be back soon. -Cam

Last night was horrible. I'm honestly glad that Cameron wasn't here when I woke up. I need time to think, time to myself. Him being here would cloud my judgement.

My luck runs short when Cameron walks in with a brown paper bag and two coffee's. He sets the stuff down on the side table and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, right in front of me. I stare past him and hope that he will move soon. "Say something." He instructs. "What do you want me to say?" I sigh. "Anything. I didn't even remember what happened last night. Nash had to tell me everything." He raises his voice and then winces, probably because of his headache. "That's the point. You don't rember, I do. It was bad Cameron." My eyes start tearing up. He leans forward on the bed and takes both of my hands in his. "I'm so sorry." He breaths and closes his eyes. "Did you...did you see it?" He stutters and his voice cracks at the end, breaking my heart into pieces. I nod. "Jess, I am so sorry." He apologizes and a tear slides down my cheek. "Don't cry." He reaches up and wipes my tears away. "It was scary..to see you like that." I sob and he squeezes my hands. "That'll never happen again. I promise." He assures me.

"What happened between you two anyways? What made you want to fight him?" I finally gain the courage and ask him.

He looks down and minutes pass before he looks back up at me. "I.. Me and.. I well." He struggles and seems to shift through the thoughts in his head before speaking again.

"He owed me some money and didn't pay up." He clips and I know he's not telling me everything. "What did he owe you money for?" I dare ask him and he pulls his hands out of mine and runs them through his hair forcefully.

"Cameron." I press when he doesn't answer my question. "Let me explain myself, please. That's all I'm asking for." He pleas with me and I nod, signaling for him to continue. "The week before you and your friends won the contest Sam stopped by my place and needed something... He said he didn't have money on him so he would pay me when he got it or he'd give me some of what he had. I gave him some and he said he'd pay me back with what he had last night, he lied and instead tried to steal some more of what I had out of my room while I was drunk. I found out obviously and that's when it all went down." Cameron is out of breath by the end of his explanation and my eyes widen. "What did you give him and what did he have?" I ask, my voice small. He looks into my eyes for a few seconds before looking down at the ground again. "A few bags of coke and some pills." He continues staring at the ground and my heart drops.

"Your a drug dealer?!" I shout and stand up from the chair. He doesn't say anything, confirming my thoughts. "Oh my god, Cameron! Oh my god!" I repeat and he quickly stands up and walks over to me. "It's not as bad as you think." He tries defending himself and I surprise him and myself by laughing. "Not that bad? Not that bad? Cameron your a fucking drug dealer. That's illegal and not to mention dangerous. What if something were to happen to you, or Nash, me or my friends? Did you ever stop and think about that?" I rant and he opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "This is illegal Cameron, illegal. I don't.. I can't." I pant and pace across the span of the room. "Babe, it's not as bad as you think it is." He repeats and I scowld at myself for getting involved in all of this. I shouldn't have even stayed at this damned hotel with him last night.

"I think I'm going to go." I announce and walk to the chair to get my belongings. "What? No, don't!" He walks over and I ignore him. He takes my purse from me and repeats himself. "Give it back Cameron." I spit at him. "Stay, just please stay and I'll give it back. Please." He begs and I shake my head. "Your going to give it back regardless." I snap and snatch my bag from him. "Please. Let's just talk about all of this." He steps in front of me when i try to open the door. "I have to think about all of this, Cameron." I fire back and he nods.

"Okay, so think." He says. "I can't think straight when I'm around you. I'm going home. And don't you dare try to follow me!" I demand with such poison in my voice that his eyes widen. I walk around him and open the door. They always say the truth will set you free, so why do I want to run back into his arms and cry? When i look back he's just standing in the middle of the room. He looks as if he just lost a loved one. Oh yeah, he did.

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