A/N — If you like happy stories this is not for you. Bold means the old boyfriend speaking in Cammie‘s memories. Bold Italic Underline means Cammie speaking in her memories. Italic means her mother speaking in her memories. Sounds confusing but its not really. Enjoy.
How many times in her short nineteen years of life had she awoken like this?, Cammie questioned herself as she caught sight of herself in her bedroom mirror. Smudged black lipstick and dark circles under her eyes marred her face. An almost empty open bottle of Jack Daniels was lying on its side on the night table next to her. A complete stranger was lying naked in bed with her. How had this pattern started? She knew the answer but desperately wanted to deny it to herself.
“You’ve imprinted yourself in my mind.”
“You’re the one that imprinted me in your mind.”
Cammie shook her head slightly hoping to clear her mind. Quietly she got out of her bed and grabbed the whisky, finishing off its remains. She looked over at the man in her bed. ‘He has his mouth and hair.’ she thought to herself. The man must have sensed her staring at him because he began to stir in his sleep, ultimately opening his eyes.
“Hey, kid, mind if I take a shower?” He asked. His voice was scratchy, most likely from years of smoking.
The girl kept quit, extending her arm in the direction of the bathroom. She looked away as his naked form crawled out of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later she heard the water begin to run.
Cammie threw on a pair of ripped black jeans and thanked whatever God there was that she had the sense to throw on a thigh-length T-shirt before passing out the night before. She lit a cigarette and began searching her apartment for some more alcohol. Eventually her eyes fell on a bottle of Jack three quarters full. Grabbing it up, she placed it to her lips and swallowed five gulps in a row.
“My god! How can you drink that stuff?”
“It’s an acquired taste.”
She looked up at the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. She hadn’t even noticed the shower had stopped. The man emerged from the bathroom, water dripping from his soaked hair onto the floor and a towel wrapped around his waist.
“I look like a drowned rat.”
“You look cute.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Look, I got to run. Maybe I’ll see you around.” The man spoke once he was dressed. She silently watched him walk out the door of her apartment.
“I don’t want to leave.”
“I know, but you have to. We can’t risk getting caught by your mom. If you miss curfew, she might start following you.”
“I hate this!”
“I know. Me, too. Someday we’ll be together without everyone interfering.”
“Why can’t you just tell them that you love me? If you tell them, they might understand and leave us alone.”
“They won’t. They’ll have me locked up and I really don’t feel like going back to jail. We can’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Okay. I love you.”
“Love you, too.
Cammie clutched at her head, desperately wishing the memories would stop. She spotted a knife lying on her kitchen counter. Her heart beat so loudly, she swore the neighbors could hear it.
“Why can’t you see that he’s using you? He just wants your body.”
“No! You don’t know anything! He loves me!”
“Then why is he still engaged to your sister?”
“We have to cool it for awhile.”
“Just tell my parents that you love me and not her. Please!”
“So much for ‘Love Forever’.” Cammie muttered as she picked up the knife and severed the main vein in both of her wrists. She sighed in relief just before her heart stopped beating.