“Ok then start.” I declare. She turns to look at dad who is refusing to make eye contact with me. “Now please!”
Cameron's hand runs the length of my forearm, finding my hand and entwining his finger with mine. I shy away, gently untangling our fingers and pulling my hands to my chest. I know he only wants to support me, but right now I’m feeling lost in my mind, and I need to be there alone to process everything.
He doesn’t give up as he takes a step closer to me; he doesn’t reach out to touch me but I can feel his presence and it helps calm me. Looking over my shoulder at him, he offers me a sweet smile of encouragement, and I match him with my own sad smile of thanks.
Mom’s sigh captures my attention, and I look to see her focusing on the tiled floor, her face full of guilt. A sarcastic laugh leaves my throat while I wait for an answer that seems to be stuck between us all. The tension is thick, almost suffocating, and I’m
“I saw it.” Noah rushes out “Witnessed him hurting you. I tried to protect you, threatened him, and told him if he didn’t stop I would hurt him. But I was a kid, Faith. I didn’t know what to do. Who would believe me when you always appeared so perfect and happy all the time?” The only thing I can do is stand and stare. There is no one emotion that can embody my feeling of just complete emotional defeat. All these lies of omission eventually added up. Building until it grew so big it all just explodes at one momentous occasion in my kitchen. “I-I told him he wasn’t a man. That he was a lowlife for hitting a child and that no wonder your mom was sleeping with my dad. Because at least he was a real man.” Noah is talking fast, hands flying about in a frenzied state, trying to drive his explanations home. I close my eyes tight, shaking my head, willing my mind to wrap itself around what the hell is happening. Did my mom really ha
*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, Angela’s rat of a father, walkout from the bathroom. He smiles devilishly and claps his hands together in excitement. “Ah! And the daddy is here finally” My eyes fly open as I turn to everyone else, looking for an explanation. Angela si
*Faith POV* It’s funny how much your life and what you think you know about it can change overnight. One minute you’re 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. ‘Keep on falling for me, Faith. I’ve already fallen and I’m waiting anxiously for you down here.’ Giggling, I stir my hot cocoa and spin around, sporting a goofy grin. “Faith?” “Ah! Hot hot! Shoot. Noah! Why are you sneaking up on me” I look up startled, spilling slightly all over my hand and down my leg. “I’ve been waiting down here since Mia let me in.” he says “How lon
It’s 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 don’t care, either way, I’m 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. I’m going to be bold. I’m going to walk right up to him and see how he responds. There’s 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, it’s fine. I readjust my mindset. I will see him when I see him. It’s 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 doesn’t 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 Cameron’s baby, I would never do anything to injure it. Even if its mother is the spawn of a demon. “Look at how sweet he is.” 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. “It says ‘Have Faith in me.’ it’s his promise to always come through for us.” she focuses her eyes on mine, just waiting for me to break. I can’t break. I won’t, not here and not because of her. “I almost fo
“Toss it here,” 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. “You suck!” 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. “Ok. I’m getting hungry for like, actual food.” Mia announces. Standing up she walks over to my desk and grabs 3 takeout menus. “Pizza?” I ask. “Please! We are
The nightmares came back. Maybe it’s just the stress of everything, heck it could be even the fever I’m running, but either way I’m 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 it’s 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 Cameron’s grandma coming to my house? She looks at me grinning as if she knows me on a more personal level than she does. “Uh, hello” I offer, feeling awkward. Noah nudges me and I snap out of my stare. “Oh sorry, um. Did you want to come in?” “Oh, that sounds lovely dear.” 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 hadn’t 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. “Would you be a dear and get me something cold to drink?” She says with a sweet smile, turn