Beautifully Destroyed(49)

Out on the couch the noise has started to die down from the halls. I stop playing for a minute and I hear it. Fate is whimpering. Quickly, I get up and run into the room.

“Please, no,” she says aloud and my heart damn breaks for this girl. Some sick bastard hurt her and if I ever meet him, he will never touch a soul again.

“Fate,” I say when I approach the bed and she springs forward. I hadn’t made it into the bed with her yet and she notices.

“You left me,” she whispers.

“No, I just went out there to work on some music. You had a nightmare,” I say, trying to calm her.

“No, in my nightmare. You left me.” That makes my body run cold. She had a nightmare about me leaving her. Not the bastard who has been haunting her for so long.

“Fate, I don’t care what happens. I’m not going to be the one to ever walk away from you. Do you hear me?” She nods, and I turn off most of the lights and climb into bed. She turns into me and snuggles up against me. Wrapping my hands around her, I know that no matter what happens, I will fucking ruin myself and my happiness to spare her anymore pain.





Chapter Twenty-Five





“I need you not to freak out on me,” Cameron says from my doorway. I didn’t even hear him come in, I was so deep in my studies.

“Ya, that’s not the way to start a conversation with someone,” I say jokingly.

“Nice try. Go away. I’m trying to study.” I tease and smile at him.

“I’m not joking.” He doesn’t return my smile, causing my pulse to spike.

“What?” I whisper, feeling like he is about to pull the rug out from under me.

Walking over to where I’m sitting on my bed, he grabs my hand and leads me into the living room. We haven’t sat together on my bed much, it’s my biggest trigger and he knows that. Sitting down, he bends down in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. I notice that there are papers sticking out of his pocket. When he sees my eyes on them, he pulls them out and lays them out in front of me.

Before me are several pictures of him and me together at various places. Even a picture of us kissing when we thought we were alone on a walk home one day. The headlines vary but they all are about us. ‘The Fate of our rock star,’ ‘Can Fate change a bad boy,’ ‘Ten Ways Gone new Fate,’ they all surround me. The article has my full name in it and I begin to panic. Apparently, sources told them the rock star has been spending his time with a new girl, the same girl. It goes on and on. The more I read the worse I feel. “Did Trisha do this?”

“I think so but with the media you can never be sure,” he says and I can tell my reaction is hurting him. I’m sure most girls would be ecstatic for their name to be in print, but not me. This is something that I just didn’t believe could happen. We are just college students. On some level, I know that’s not all of it. He’s a rock star with albums and multiple tours under his belt.

“We could go public,” he says and I feel the blood drain from my face. My heart starts racing. That could cause some serious consequences for the things I’m trying to leave behind and I could just tell him why I don’t want to, but the words don’t come.

“Do we have to?” I say instead and I see his face drop in disappointment. He shakes his head and moves up to sit beside me.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Fate. It would just make them back off a bit if they got a story. Right now they might keep going because it’s a mystery to them.” I panic because lately I’ve been trying to tell him about my past. I feel that this, on top of that, will be too much for me.

“How about we wait for now? Not too much longer. Let’s wait until the end of the semester. That way we won’t be in school if it gets to be a bother,” I say, hoping he will go with that.

“If you think that’s going to make this easier for you, of course. I just want the whole world to know that you are with me and I’m not the bad boy anymore,” he says with a smirk, but I know he’s serious about telling the world about us. I just don’t want to do it until he knows the truth about me.

“You are the most amazing boyfriend, you know that, right?” The grin on my face is something I picked up from Cameron.

“I like when you call me boyfriend,” he states with a huge smile on his face.

“Well, boyfriend, take me to practice,” I say on a whim and as soon as his face lights up I know I said the right thing to get him out of this rut.

“Really? You want to come?” he says hopeful.

“Yes, I’ve seen you but never the whole band. I was thinking of coming more often with you. I enjoy listening to you, so I would love to.” He bends down, kissing me, and lifts me up, spinning me around. The giggle that escapes me is carefree and it feels amazing. I don’t know what I’d do without Cameron and my friends in my life now. They make the pain a little less every day and when I’m with Cameron I barely feel anything but his affection for me.