Beautifully Destroyed(63)

‘A Change in Fate’ it reads and under it, I see a picture of Cameron kissing Trisha.





Chapter Thirty-Two





“How could you? This is what you call work?” I say as I confront him as he steps out of his bedroom after he got dressed. I can’t even hold the tears in. I finally let them out as my walls come crashing down around me. Cameron just looks at me. He seems to have no idea what I’m talking about. I toss my phone at him as I walk to my room. He isn’t long behind me and I can feel him watching me from the doorway as I start packing up the rest of the boxes from us having to move out of the apartment. “We were supposed to be moving into a house together and you were kissing another girl. Worst of all, her. I knew something happened when we fought about the media and you left me to go to California. Then you think I’m lying to you. Maybe that’s because you were lying to me. Now this comes out. It all makes sense.”

Cameron just stands there speechless but not at all surprised by what he has in his hand. “Tell me it’s an old picture. Tell me she set you up again to look like a big stupid idiot. Please, for our ‘forever in a day,’ tell me you didn’t throw all that away, me away, for her.” He shifts his feet and I look into his eyes. He appears to have tears he’s holding back.

“It was a set up.” My heart begins to steady but it’s only momentarily safe. “She set it up for her to bump into me after the incident with you being hounded by the media. She wanted to discredit you. So when she did it I saw the cameras and I let it happen.” I break out in a full sob and my body is shaking. Cameron reaches for me and I slap him away from me. “Don’t you get it?” he says loudly. He goes again to reach for me, and I push him back hard. “Fuck! I did this for you,” he roars and I don’t flinch. I stand there strong as my heart is being crushed.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“Fate. I was watching it tear you apart with all the shit they were saying about you in the papers. All the questions about your dad and I know you were hurting. Did you want me to let it continue till it broke you and I had to fucking commit you like Clarissa did?” I can’t help the gasp that comes from me. He is using that as a reason for all this.

“So I made them leave you alone. I gave them what they wanted, the bad boy rock star, instead of them focusing on the girl who changed me. But you did change me, I love you.” His words make me want to throw up. Looking around at the emptiness of my room, I feel like everything is happening for a reason here.

“You love me? If this is what love is then you can keep it. I. Don’t. Want. It,” I say in disgust.

“Don’t say that,” he begs.

“I didn’t change you, you can’t be saved,” I say and I regret the last part, but it slips out and there is no going back.

“I did change,” he roars. “Before you I would have just let the media eat up anyone who was keeping the heat off of me. Instead, I gave up everything we have worked on to get my image clean again to protect you. Don’t you get that?”

“You’re right,” I say and he looks hopeful. “You gave up everything we had worked on for this shit. I will never trust anyone again.”

“It meant nothing, Fate. I was wishing she was you the whole three damn seconds. I didn’t kiss her with anything in me. I made sure they got the picture and I was out of there. I didn’t even wait to explain to Trisha how her plan backfired and I used her.” He is making it sound so rational and I want to believe him. Trust this but knowing he touched her again is like a knife to my chest.

“You don’t get it. We can’t just be together. They have more fuel for the fire now. You’ve made me look like an idiot. They even used my name against me. The name my mother gave me because I was her ‘fate’,” I say, reminding him of my hurt. He cringes and I know he’s feeling this too.

“I didn’t think,” he says.

“That’s your problem, Cameron, you don’t think. You just do. That’s not what a relationship is. I was actually going public. I have an interview tomorrow so I could put it to rest. I was going to be open about my past and everything so they would stop digging and leave us alone. So we could have our happy ending and because of you I don’t get one.” My sight is blurry from the tears that just can’t seem to escape fast enough.

“You were going to go public about what your dad did?” he says, holding back a sob.

“Yes, I was. You gave me that strength and I wanted this enough to show the world you were that important to me. That’s what you do when you feel that way about someone, but I was so wrong,” I whimper. I see the agony my words are bringing to him. I don’t use the word love. I can’t and he just gave me one more reason to keep it to myself.