*Cameron POV*
The entire house is illuminated when I walk through the front door. I hesitate for a moment, looking around to see if I can find the butler who normally greets me, but he is out of sight. Walking cautiously, I enter the living room and I am surprised to find my dad, my mother, and Angela sitting on the couch, waiting in a deafening silence. In an instant, all happy feelings I had when I walked in vanish and my stomach falls. Something has to be horribly wrong if the three of them are sitting in the same room. My father ignores my presence, sitting emotionless, facing forward while both my mother and Angela smirk at me in an unsettling manner. A door opens and closes behind me and I see Frank, Angelaโs rat of a father, walkout from the bathroom.
He smiles devilishly and claps his hands together in excitement. โAh! And the daddy is here finallyโ My eyes fly open as I turn to everyone else, looking for an explanation. Angela si
*Faith POV* Itโs funny how much your life and what you think you know about it can change overnight. One minute youโre laughing and happy, the next your mom is a backstabbing liar and your best friend confesses he is the reason you were almost beaten to death. Just a typical day for your average teenage girl. I mean, what else could go wrong. At Least I still have Cameron. A smile crosses my face at the thought of him and I nibble my bottom lip, trying not to giggle at the memory of last night. โKeep on falling for me, Faith. Iโve already fallen and Iโm waiting anxiously for you down here.โ Giggling, I stir my hot cocoa and spin around, sporting a goofy grin. โFaith?โ โAh! Hot hot! Shoot. Noah! Why are you sneaking up on meโ I look up startled, spilling slightly all over my hand and down my leg. โIโve been waiting down here since Mia let me in.โ he says โHow lon
Itโs not normal for me to put a lot of effort into my appearance, yet here I am standing in front of the mirror in the locker room making sure my hair looks ok and swiping on some mascara. Cameron fell for me in my natural state but I want to improve upon that, call it love or fear I donโt care, either way, Iโm looking pretty good if I do say so myself. I flatten my shirt in a nervous, excited state and nod to my reflection. Here we go. Iโm going to be bold. Iโm going to walk right up to him and see how he responds. Thereโs a little extra pep in my step this morning as I walk out of the locker room expecting to see Cameron waiting for me like he always did when we were just friends. The lack of his presence instantly mars my good mood, and for a moment, an inkling of doubt creeps in. Shake it off, Faith. He is probably just running late, itโs fine. I readjust my mindset. I will see him when I see him. Itโs fine, everything will be fine. Gosh, why
Angela saunters over to our table, all eyes following her as she cuddles with her oversized stuffed bear. The small square box doesnโt go unnoticed by me as it comes to a stop right in front of me. For a moment Angela stands in silence, waiting for me to start the conversation. I have no words, and I have no idea what she is expecting from me. I could throw a fit, cry, get angry and attack her, but if what she says is true. If by some crazy miracle she is pregnant with Cameronโs baby, I would never do anything to injure it. Even if its mother is the spawn of a demon. โLook at how sweet he is.โ She says, referring to Cameron as she opens the little box revealing a thin gold bracelet with a small flat gold piece with an engraving. โIt says โHave Faith in me.โ itโs his promise to always come through for us.โ she focuses her eyes on mine, just waiting for me to break. I canโt break. I wonโt, not here and not because of her. โI almost fo
โToss it here,โ Mia says, opening her mouth in anticipation of the small chocolatey morsel I lob through the air. It bounces off her forehead, promptly landing on the comforter of the bed. Laughing, I grab a handful of popcorn and toss it at her. โYou suck!โ she chuckles as she searches through the crumpled blanket for the chocolate, and finding it, she gleefully pops it in her mouth, munching. We have spent the last 4 hours laughing nonstop. Reminiscing about our old sleepover day, talking about our celebrity crushes, and arguing over which books are better. My mind still wanders to Cameron now and then, but the second I look like I might turn down a rabbit hole, Mia cracks a joke or throws something at me. โOk. Iโm getting hungry for like, actual food.โ Mia announces. Standing up she walks over to my desk and grabs 3 takeout menus. โPizza?โ I ask. โPlease! We are
The nightmares came back. Maybe itโs just the stress of everything, heck it could be even the fever Iโm running, but either way Iโm sweaty, achy, and my brain hurts. I roll to my side, breathing fast. This dream had been worse than normal. No longer are they relived memories. Each night, they morph further from real life and dive deeper into my subconscious fears. Tonight had been about Cameron, and it has been the scariest one yet. Every time I close my eyes, I see his limp, lifeless body staring at me from the dream. My heart is racing at what happens next. I whimper as I quickly sit up from my bed. Pulling my comforter closer to my body. The tears come as they always seem to these days and I sob into my blanket. I know itโs just a dream, and that Cameron broke my heart, but seeing him like that has been far worse than the pain of him not wanting me. My door slowly creeks open and I see a head pop in, my heart pounds as I find my voice.
I just stare at her, blinking in confusion. Why on earth is Cameronโs grandma coming to my house? She looks at me grinning as if she knows me on a more personal level than she does. โUh, helloโ I offer, feeling awkward. Noah nudges me and I snap out of my stare. โOh sorry, um. Did you want to come in?โ โOh, that sounds lovely dear.โ she hobbles through the door, patting my arm as she walks past me, leaving the smell of cinnamon and honey in her wake. She looks and smells how I imagine a loving kind grandma would. I hadnโt been lucky enough to grow up with grandparents. She turns into the living room, humming a cheerful tune along the way. Noah and I follow, stunned. She heads for the chair while Noah and I proceed to the couch, waiting with bated breath for her to explain her random visit in the middle of what would be a school day. โWould you be a dear and get me something cold to drink?โ She says with a sweet smile, turn
โMaybe he ran away to think?โ I Offer while we drive aimlessly around town searching for any sign of Cameron. The arcade on 16th St had been our first stop. We were there at Edithโs suggestion, so I had run in only to appease her. I couldnโt imagine Cameron coming to a gaming hole, not as a 17-year-old jock, anyway. After thanking the woman behind the counter who said she hadnโt seen him, I raced back out to the running car. Edith frowns as she stares out the window. We are running out of places to look.We have checked the mall, the football field, weight room, yacht club. The yacht club was interesting trying to get in. Edith faked a heart attack while I snuck behind the desk checking their log. For 3 hours we have done nothing but search all the places she used to take him when he was a little boy. I feel useless as I have nothing to offer other than my average driving skills. I know Cameron well, bu
If Angela thinks she can get rid of me that easily, she has another thing coming. Plastering on a fake smile, I turn and offer a sarcastic thank you to the security guard, who smirks at me. The metal doors close slowly on him as I grab out my phone and immediately call for backup. โMia.โ I sigh relieved, โI need you to grab Noah and meet me at Memorial hospital.โ โWhat? Are you okay? What happened?โ โItโs not me, itโs Cameron,โ I say quickly, thereโs silence on the other end. โIโll call you when we get there.โ and with that, she hangs up. Now to wait the approximate 30 minutes before they arrive. I wander around with no destination in mind, finding myself in the cafeteria. Diving into my bag, I dig to the bottom and only come up with two dollars and thirty-seven cents. Sighing, I look around to finding a snack cart and walk over to see if there is anything I can actually afford. Thankfully, they are having a two-
Warm water trickles down my leg as another contraction squeezes my insides in an invisible vice grip. I groan loudly, clutching the counter and leaning over. I hear a clattering beside me and I look over, seeing Izzy holding his little stuffed puppy, his eyes wide in fear. He looks so much like Cameron right now. I smile through the pain as he tentatively steps closer. โMommy, you peeped your pants on the floor?โ he asks in his sweet 3-year-old voice and I chuckle. โNo baby, mommy is going to have a baby. Do you know where mommyโs phone is?โ I ask, hoping he might remember where I had it last since I never can recall these days where I put anything. โUm. Yep!โ His tiny little legs work hard as he runs out of the bathroom and bangs around in the living room. โIz. Izzy?โ I call to him. โYeah, mommy?โ โDid you find it?โ He walks into the bathroom, holding my phone, and I nearly fall over with rel
4 years later, *Cameron POV* I wipe my sweaty palms on my khaki pants. Faithโs name rings through the speaker system and a single graduation cap rises from the sea of green as she makes her way to the stage. Noah and I jump to our feet, screaming and cheering for her. It doesnโt matter to me that every man and woman graduating is wearing the same robes and hat. My Faith looks a thousand times better than all of them. Her auburn hair shimmers in the sunlight as she climbs the stairs, a stunning, excited smile on her perfect face. There is no doubt in my mind that this woman is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. She shakes the deanโs hand and pauses for a minute while photos are snapped. Noah and I take our seats and he leans over to me anxiously. โOk, dude. Iโm freaking out for you,โ he whispers. I shoot him a scowl, and he just chuckles and shrugs. Noah and I quickly became good friends and then, as fate wou
*4 months later* * Faith POV* โCome on, Faith!โ Cameron shouts โRun faster!โ Mia screeches โYeah, pretend Mia is coming for you!โ Noah adds. I can hear an oof from him, which makes me smile, knowing Mia probably whacked him. I try to tune them out as I run by them on my last lap, hurtling towards the finish line. I need to hone in and focus. Currently, Iโm sitting in second place with Mariah right on my heels. My heart is racing with the sheer adrenaline of the race and my legs are exhausted. They feel like jello but I push harder, faster than I have ever gone before. Little by little, I gain on the girl in front of me. Each step vibrates through my leg, pulling me closer to my last victory.
โDo you guys think it's stupid of me to keep doing family therapy?โ I ask Mia, Noah, and Cameron. They all look around at each other, waiting for someone to talk. โThatโs up to you,โ Mia says. โIf you think you need to do it to get the closure you need, then I think itโs exactly what you need,โ โYou have to remember that you are un-hashing a lot of heavy stuff. You are reopening old wounds so that you can heal appropriately. Itโs going to be tough in the beginning.โ Noah adds. โYou said Uncle John is back to actually showing up, right?โ Mia asks, and I nod. I forgot how long itโs been since weโve sat and had a serious conversation about it all since she spends most of her time with Noah and Iโve been busy with Cameron. โDid he give a good excuse?โ Cameron asks. โHe went back to visit his AA mentor and talk about everything. His mentor helped him find a therapist here and Dad claims he is going daily now.โ I say, sh
*Faith POV* The car idles as I sit and stare at the garage door. A stray tear slowly weaves its way down my cheek as I swipe at it furiously. I hate feeling like this. My therapist keeps telling me that healing is a process and even when I โhealโ Iโll still have moments when Iโm not ok. And today Iโm not ok. I feel emotionally drained, and all I want to do is sleep for days. I hate these scars that make me feel so ugly and imperfect. I have done so well compartmentalizing all my shit so I could help and be there for Cameron. And it felt amazing to do that. I regret nothing. But now Iโm being bowled over by my own insecurities and internal pain and I feel so alone. I have people I can call who would be here in a moment for me. But I feel terrible for bothering them with my sob stories. Mia called me the moment I left Cameron his food to ask if we could reschedule our girls-only night. Of course, I said yes. She is in love and happy
The arcade is bustling and the sounds of the games surrounding me remind me just how alive and vibrant this place is. I sit at one of the tables towards the back with a now cold pepperoni pizza as I watch everyone move around me. A young girl is crying because she lost the game while her older brother chuckles and tries to console her. The boy to the left sits at the table drinking his soda while being engrossed in some random comic strip in his hand. I look to the center of the store and I swear I can see her. Standing there in front of a young boy who looks just like me. I blink back the burn of tears, letting the memory play itself out before me as if itโs a movie of my life. โOh, my sweet little Izzy. I promise the machines are clean,โ she assures me with a sweet smile. & year old me just smiles in excitement. โShouldnโt I be at school?โ ten-year-old me asked her. โNot today. Today we are celebrating yo
โHowโs Edith?โ Noah asks as he walks up to Faith and me. Itโs been a few days since her stroke and there still isnโt much change. Though she woke up, she still looks like she is not completely there and itโs slowly killing me inside. โSheโs hanging on.โ Faith answers for me, entwining our hands and offering me a supportive smile. โWell, thatโs good to hear,โ Noah says, trying to make conversation as he sits at our lunch table. I like Noah. He seems to be a genuine guy who thinks the world of his two best friends. Who doesnโt respect a guy who can put up with two polar opposite girls at the same time? Ever since the time we all hung out in Faith and Miaโs living room, he and I have had a new mutual respect for one another. One that I am certain will grow into a wonderful friendship. Which is refreshing since I really only have Faith. Being the popular guy comes with a lot of things, one of them being lots of acquaintances but no
Each blip on the monitor is a reminder that she is still here, still fighting. Itโs been a whirlwind since we arrived. Flurries of medical personnel bustle in and out checking vitals, changing liquids, offering water for Faith, dad, and me. She had a stroke, thatโs what the doctor said. He said extreme stress brought it on. I rode here with her in the ambulance. I just knew she would wake up if I left her alone for even a minute, and I couldnโt miss that. Yet she still hasnโt opened her eyes or even squeezed my hand. I know she will recover. It doesnโt take a medical genius to know that she is just too amazing to leave me. She would never do that to me. Faith walks up behind me and snakes her hands over my shoulder, hugging my back and giving me a kiss on the cheek. โHey, how are you doing?โ she whispers. The heat of her breath tickles my ears as I turn slightly to see her face. She looks exhausted and stunning. How
โWell then, I will find a job and buy us a double-wide to live in,โ Dad smirks. I choke on my laugh when her face falls, and she grows pale. โFine. Iโll sign them and go to John.โ She says. Itโs blatantly obvious that she is trying to get a rise out of my father, but the only reaction she gets is a bark of laughter from Faith. โMy dad?โ Faith is trying to contain her laughter while my mother grows red with anger. โIโm sorry. You think he wants you after you tried to destroy him by getting him addicted to drugs?โ โWoah, what!โ I look at my mom as she stands looking guilty. Now itโs my Fatherโs turn to turn red with anger. โYou gave him drugs?โ My father says, his voice rising as it echoes through the house.โ