TORN DOWN | CD

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| Diana's POV |

After a hard day at work, I come0 home to find Stephanie's tongue down Michael's  throat.Let me just tell you what's going on.

Stephanie here, is now a teenager the age of 17. Shes growimg up too fast, she was this small little girl that would always make you smile which warmed your heart.

Lance on the other hand, barely talked to anyone and was always distance.  He would always pick up fights at school, get detention or trouble with the police. He gave us all a headache, so we ended up sending him to a private school. For him to change his attitude and everything.

Cameron and I.. well let's just say we've been constantly fighting alot and making up. It got to a point where he sleeps on the couch.

I don't know where we went wrong.

I clear my throat trying to get their attention. "Ahem, Steph off the counter. Hello Michael."

They both get startled by my presence.

"Hi Mrs. Dallas." Michael says trying to wipe off the lipgloss off his lips. I toss him a tissue paper.

"Wipe it off and you should be heading home now, Stephanie needs to finish her homework before having any friends over. And she knows that." I look Michael and from the corner of my eye Stephanie's mouth dropped, but kept quiet. Michael nods his head and we watch us he  closes the door behind him.

"Mom?! What the hell?!" She yells at me causing me to flitch.

"Don't you ever raise your voice at me ever again. Do I make myself clear young lady?" There was silence a bit and she nodded running upstairs to her room. There was a loud door shut causing the glasses in the cabinet to shake a bit.

I let out a huge sigh, unlocking my phone and dialing Claire.

"Hey D."

"Hi Claire, how are you?  Nash, and the kids?" I spoke walking into my office and turning on my laptop.

"Ohh everyone's great, how are things with Cameron. Stephanie oh and Lance too?" She asks.

"Fine, Just Steph is getting on my last nerve, these teenagers are soo... out of hand.Lance is fine we spoke to him a few days ago, although he doesn't like being there we made him a deal that if he stays out of trouble for one semester we'll think about him coming back home."

We talk for a bit until Claire said she had to clean up the house. So I decide to start working.

6 hours had past by and I noticed I was only going to the wash room for breaks.  The front door opens and shuts. I get up leaving my office.

"Where have you been?" I see Cameron creeping up to go upstairs quietly. My voice causes him to get scared.

"I went out... for umm.. I-I went out for a run." He stuttered, he was lying bcuz he was still in his suit and his car wasn't outside when i got home but I didn't want to start a fight a again.

"Okay, by the way. Talk to your daughter and tell her to change that stink attitude of hers." I say walking back to my office.

"Attitude? Why don't you stop yelling at her shes just a teenager Diana." He says with anger in his tone.

"Me? Well if you were around more often she wouldn't be acting this way!" I raise my voice knowing we were going to start fighting.

"If I were around more often? You're always working and when you come home you're always stressed out and you barely even look at me!" He yells back at me.

Was he being serious right now? I barely even look at him?.

"Are you being fucking serious right now Cameron, I'm always working to put fucking food on the table, a roof over our heads! When YOU come home you're the one always telling lies, and you're always sneaking upstairs!" I've had enough. I started to grab my glasses and phone and start walking out going upstairs. "The next time you point fingers, remember a thousand fingers are pointing back at you too."

And with that I got inside our bedroom shutting the door. And slide down on the floor, feeling tears coming. I tried my best to push them back but I couldn't, tears starting streaming down my face.

We were soo perfect, now look at us. We're like two completely different people now. We used to be a team.

I eventually stopped crying after what felt like forever. I finally got to sleep and I felt the bed shift and an arm wrapped around my waist. He whispered in my ear. I'm sorry.

But was he really sorry? After all the fights and everything,  the lying.. was he really sorry.

He kissed my neck and I drifted off back to sleep.