The Dark Cloud

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Cameron woke before dawn, and blearily blinked to clear his vision, wondering what had woken him. It was early still, too early for his normal morning chores. He rolled onto his back and saw Jules standing at the end of the bed.

“What the f-k, dad?” Cameron shot up to sitting. Jules and Catherine never came into Cameron’s room now that he was eighteen, they respected his den. Thank the f-k that Heath or Rhett, or both, hadn’t crawled into his bed during the night as they sometimes did, he thought immediately. It was one thing to rock up down to the kitchen in the morning with his mates in tow, all fully dressed and showered, and quite another for his dad to discover them all in bed, buck naked and reeking of sex.

“Sorry, Cam,” Jules said in his quiet way. “I need your help with something.”

“Sure dad,” Cameron threw back the covers and slid out, idly scratching his flank as he searched the floor for his clothes with his foot. He scooped up he jeans and