Camp Closeted novel Chapter 35

The sharp sting against my cheek quickly made my eyes widen as I couldn't help but whimper at the incredibly painful feeling I was experiencing.

"It's okay honey, just relax, you're in the nurses office now and I'm just treating your wounds okay?" An old woman dressed in scrubs warmly talked to me as my eyes looked behind her. "Thank god Tristan and his friends helped bring you in here. What Logan did to you was horrible."

I hissed at the pain as Tristan's blue cat like eyes stared at me. "We called your boyfriend to come here by the way." His soft charming voice spoke. "I'm sure he's very worried about what happened to you." He smirked.

My voice was audibly raspy and broken as I responded, trying my best not to cry from the pain. "Jesse is not my boyfriend. Also, didn't you want me to stay away from him?"

Tristan's face remained blank as he replied. "It doesn't even matter anymore. The only reason I told you to stay from him anyway is because I didn't want him to do you dirty like he did with me."

I couldn't even furrow my brows down as I grew very conflicted. "W-what are you talking abou-" The door rapidly swinging interrupted me.

"Micah!" Jesse's worried voice quickly appeared, Tristan snorting out of amusement as he stood up and left, 2 of his friends following him out. "Holy shit, Micah what the hell happened? Who did this?" His voice exclaimed.

"Logan." I sighed, Jesse quickly coming up to me as the nurse gave us some space alone. "I deserved it though, I guess." I coughed.

"Deserved it? Are you fucking crazy? Micah you're so beat up! What did you even do that would even make him wanna do this to you?" Jesse hurriedly asked.

"I got drunk at the bonfire and he said I punched him. I don't even remember." My voice was tired.

"I swear I'm going to get him back for this." He harshly spoke under his breath as his eyes shimmered at me. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

"Don't even worry about it. Please don't do anything to make it a bigger deal." I looked up away from him. "It's nobody's fault. I just wanna sleep."

Silence broke out as Jesse and I just stared at each other for quite sometime. He bit his reddened lips at me as his ocean eyes were anxiously looking down at me, strands of black hair effortlessly falling onto his rosy cheeks.

Seeing him for some reason made me feel a little bit calmer, helping me drift off to another deep sleep.

I had to spend the weekend at the nurses office as I was thankful for Jesse being the only one to keep me company.

I didn't even know why I had to sleep at the nurse's office because all that happened to me was get beat up, but I didn't even care anymore.

All he did this weekend was ask me if I was feeling better and his face would always look sad when I said I was still in pain. Me hiding my face out of insecurity also bothered him, telling me he'd always wanna see my face no matter what.

I feel like I should be bothered at the fact that the camp counselor didn't really give any punishment to Logan after what he did, but at the same time, I didn't care about it that much either.

After being told that I was ready to get back to the bunker and that my bruises and scars weren't as bad anymore, I stared at myself in the mirror.

I looked like an actual mess..

My face didn't look overly swollen or anything but I did have a purple left eye as a reddened scar peeked underneath it.

I deeply sighed, leaving the restroom, my exhausted eyes meeting Jesse's cold hopeful blue ones as he waited for me outside.

"You okay?" His deep voice asked.

"Yea, I'm fine." I pursed my subtly painful lips as we began to walk out of the nurses office together.

An awkward silence broke out, making me want to quickly break it. "Jesse I think I wanna go back home."

Both of us simultaneously stopped walking as his eyes worriedly pierced through mine. "You do?"

I nodded as my face unconsciously crumpled, Jesse immediately pulling me in for a hug as I cried, the scent of cologne making it's way into my nose as I sniffed. "I-I'm just so overwhelmed right now. So many bad things has happened to me already and I don't think I can live here any longer."

Jesse buried my head closer into him as he began to whisper into my ear. "Micah.." He spoke low. "I'm sorry.."

My breathing started to quicken. "Im f-freaking out Jesse. I'm in so much pain and I honestly just wanna go home."

"Micah look at me." Jesse gently rose my chin up. "It's all gonna get better, I promise. I know these past few weeks has been so fucking messed up to you, but it will get better." He threw me a small smile to try and comfort me.

I breathed, carefully wiping my tears away so I don't hurt my face any further. "Jesse?" I sniffed, slightly choking up at the lump inside my throat.

"Micah?"

"What are we?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

I took a deep breath at his response. Jesse and I had been treating each other very differently. I'm not even sure if both of us wanted to be in a relationship but I figured it's best not to talk about it right now. "Right." I talked small. "I'll see you later."

Before I tried to leave Jesse quickly spoke again. "Micah."

"Yea?"

"Whether you choose to leave or not, I'll respect your decision. But just know, if you do leave, I would really miss you." Jesse bit his lip, his voice crystal clear as if he was making sure I hear every single word. "I know I still barely know you, but I like being around you. I like talking to you and I just like.." He sighed, not finishing his sentence.