Cameron was on the ground with Jax wailing on him before I could even attempt to do anything to stop them. Jax was standing over Cameron, clutching his shirt in one hand and pounding into him with the other. Jax was fully unleashing blow after blow into Cameron and he wasn't even trying to block Jax's assault or fight him back. I swear Cameron had a death wish tonight. He could have easily taken my brother out with one swing under normal circumstances.  It was like he was just lying there, giving up.

"Stop it. Jax, stop." I screamed, pulling on his shirt to try to hold him back. 

I tried to grab Jax's arm to pull him off Cameron and he shook me away before delivering another blow to Cameron's jaw. I tripped over my own feet and fell back, turning my body just in time to land on my stomach on the cold, unforgiving cement.

Jax stopped and looked back in horror as I swore and pushed myself into a seated position on the ground. I rubbed the small pebbles off my hands from where I tried to unsuccessfully break my fall. I had little rough-looking indents and scrapes where they had pressed into my skin.  My palms were burning as the cool night air blew across them. I sat on the ground staring at my hands with disbelief over what just happened.

"Jess, I'm so sorry." Jax apologized, letting go of Cameron's shirt, which was now torn near the collar. 

"Are you hurt?" Cameron scrambled over to me on his knees to try to check me out.

He ran his hands up and down my body searching every inch of me for cuts and bruises.  He began to lift my shirt up to check me for any hidden injuries. It was either that or he was using my momentary confusion as an excuse to cop a feel. I pushed him away from me and he landed back on his butt on the ground.

"I'm fine." I stood up and brushed my jeans off. I ran my hands through my hair out of frustration as I tried to sort out the racing thoughts in my head.  My brain had begun warping and twisting them as it replayed every single event that happened tonight. I felt like the ground was shifting underneath my feet. My bones were quaking as the anxiety began to build.

"Jessa." The noise in my head was silenced the moment Cameron called my name. His warm body pressed against my legs as he wrapped his arms around them, locking me in place.

I turned my attention back to the sloshed boy still sitting on the ground at my feet. He was running one of his hands gently up and down my leg like he was petting me. Cameron leaned his head against my thigh and closed his eyes. I instinctively ran my hands through his tangled mop of hair and pushed it back from his face. I didn't mean to do it; touching him was like a bad habit for me. One that annoyed the shit out of me, but it didn't mean I could will myself to stop doing it.

"Cameron, who are you here with?  I will go find them to take you home."  I gently comforted him as he buried his face into my legs harder.

Even though he was a complete jerk tonight, I was concerned about leaving Cameron to his own devices.  He was the bad kind of trashed. Sloppy and angry was a horrible combination.  I had been there plenty of times before to know how terribly it could turn out.

"No one is with me.  I came here alone tonight."  He avoided my gaze like he was ashamed to admit it.

Jax walked over to him and offered him his hand.  Cameron took it and let Jax help pull him up to his feet. He proceeded to stumble around a few seconds until he found solid ground. Jax kept his hand on Cameron's back until he was sure he wasn't going to fall over again. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have never guessed they were fighting only seconds ago. They had their arms around each other and were patting each other on the back like they were best friends.

"You good, man?" Jax asked.

"Yeah. Thanks." Cameron pulled him into a one-armed hug.

"No problem. Anytime." Jax said, hugging him back tightly.

Boys were weird creatures.

I shook my head and sighed. I was upset with Cameron, but I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. He looked so lost when he locked his bloodshot gray eyes on mine again.  Cameron looked tired.  I had to rescue him tonight before it got any worse.

"Cami, come on. Give me your keys. I'll take you home."  I held out my hand to him.

"No." He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You can't drive like this. Just hand them over." I said more forcefully. Patience had never been my forte and Cameron was testing it tonight.

"You can't make me."

Now he was acting like a five-year-old arguing with his parents about eating his broccoli.

"Cameron Nash, give me your fucking keys now!"  I commanded.

"Nope." He popped the 'p' dramatically. I was waiting for him to stick out his tongue at me and blow a raspberry like the kindergartener he was pretending to be. Damnit, he was pissing me off.

I walked over to him and slid my hand into his jeans pocket. There was an enormous grin on his face as he watched me dig around inside it to find his keys. I pulled them free and held them up to wiggle them at him. The irritated girl inside me did everything she could to keep from slapping him with them. Maybe I could knock out one of his perfectly white teeth in the process. It might make me feel a little better about this whole situation.

"Jax, are you coming home tonight?" I looked back at my brother, who had slunk his arm back around the girl from the bar.

"Uh... don't think so." He smiled down at the girl who was busy getting a little grabby with him. When I saw her bite his earlobe, I knew it was time to walk far, far away. I could never unsee that.

I grabbed Cameron's hand and led him to his truck.

"Where are we going?" Cameron stumbled behind me without a fight.

"I'm taking you home to sleep off your stupidity," I explained.

I walked over to the passenger door and opened it for him.  I let his hand go and started to walk towards the driver's seat. When I heard footsteps behind me, I looked back and saw Cameron following me like a little duckling. I had to push him around the truck to the passenger side again.  I turned and began to walk to the driver's side for the second time when I heard him on my heels again. 

I spun around and angrily took his hand in mine. I stomped back to the passenger side with him in tow.

"Get in now." I hissed through clenched teeth. I pointed dramatically at the open door just in case he didn't understand what I was telling him.

"It's my truck. I want to drive it." He said, lunging for his keys.

"You are drunk and you will not be driving anywhere like this. You could hurt someone. You know better than that, Cameron Nash. You will not drink and drive." I argued back.

"I don't want to leave. I'm staying right here." He pointed down to the ground.

"Get your ass in the truck before I climb in and run you over."  I shrieked furiously. 

"Fine, I will get in, but you don't have to be such a bitch about it." He leaned into my mouth to try to kiss me again.

I smushed my hand against his face and shoved his head to the side before his lips could land.  He stumbled and fell forward, hitting his head on the side of the door frame. He groaned like it hurt.

Good. He deserved it. 

I helped him maneuver his body in the truck and reached over to seatbelt him in.  The last thing I needed was a drunk Cameron trying to jump out of the window while I was driving. 

I shut the door and pushed my hair back off my face.  My body was tense still and I tried to shake it away before I drove this oversized beast of a vehicle home.  I would need to keep my cool right now to get us there in one piece. 

I fought back the tears as I crossed in front of the truck towards the driver's side.  This was not how I imagined seeing Cameron again and it had caught me off guard. He was cruel and vicious towards me tonight and now I was about to take him home to take care of him.

What the hell was I doing?

I should call a car service to come get him. I could just walk away right now and let him spiral down.  I could have even called my dad or Uncle Aiden to pick him up instead of putting myself in this situation, but I didn't want to do any of that. I had to be sure he got home safely.

Deep down, I felt like I owed it to Cameron to take care of him like he used to take care of me when I was at my worst. That feeling was something I couldn't just turn off because I was angry.

Cameron was still in there somewhere and I desperately wanted to find him.

Or beat the shit out of him, whichever happened first.

The way he was acting tonight, my money was on option number two.