You don't even want me

15.

[Camille]

I was sitting curled up on the couch, my knees pulled towards my body and my arms wrapped around them in fear while I stared at the fireplace in front of me, trying to ignore the sound of the rain hitting the windows.

I'd never liked stormy weather, it'd always scared me. I just never knew what was going to happen, was it going to rain for 5 more minutes, or wouldn't it stop raining until an hour had passed? Was the wind going to grab something heavy and drag it along with it, then smack it against something else and cause a huge amount of damage? Maybe even a lightning bolt struck something it shouldn't, and ruin a lot of things.

Dad walked into the room and looked at me with a smile while he walked towards me and sat himself down next to me on the couch, wrapping his arm around me.

"I don't know what to do, Dad..." I mumbled defeated, shrugging before leaning closer to his warm body. My cheeks felt weird because of the dried tears.

My father sighed, creating a short silence in the room, and the only sound was the crackling of the fire in front of us. Then he suddenly grabbed my shoulders and gently pulled at them so I was sitting up straight and looking at him surprised. His eyes scanned my face, holding a serious and concerned look.

"I know he broke your heart, sweetie" he started in a fatherly and calming tone.

"And I know it sucks now, but please believe me when I say that there are a lot of other boys, maybe even better boys" he continued, raising his eyebrows and slightly widening his eyes to back his words.

"I don't want anybody else but him" I mumbled, absently staring in the distance while my view was slowly getting blurry again as the tears started to form in my eyes. "But he doesn't want me anymore..."

"And that's his loss" he added, nodding his head slowly.

I turned my head to look at him and sighed deeply, actually starting to believe that there would be better boys out there. "I just wish things were different" I whined, frowning when a tear slipped from my eye and ran down my cheek.

Dad placed his large hand on the side of my face and wiped the tear off of it with his thumb, looking at me with a weak smile. I snobbed.

"I'm going to miss him" I murmured before pouting, not doing it on purpose but my face just did it automatically to try to hold back the tears. "Just like I miss you."

My father seemed a bit taken aback by my comment and stared at me for a while before coming with an answer.

"Well, that's your own fault."

I frowned, feeling my heart break right there and then. "What?"

"Yeah, you shouldn't have distracted me by being scared of that lightning bolt like a little kid" he snapped at me, and I backed away from his touch, feeling my heart get ripped out of my body harder the more he said.

"You should've warned me sooner" he continued, taking steps closer to me and causing me to take steps back as his face had completely changed from a friendly and concerned father to an angry and reproachful man.

"It's your fault we had that car crash."

Roughly gasping for breath I felt my heart stop beating when I felt, and saw, I was falling, hitting the floor right after. I squeezed my eyes shut in pain, having trouble breathing and processing what had just played in front of my eyes.

Tears were streaming down my face and I put my hand on the ground, just then realising that I'd fallen out of my bed.

My chest was rising and falling at a pace much too quick to be normal, and it hurt a lot when I breathed in and out. I lifted my torso off the floor by placing both my hands on the floor, my legs tangled up in the sheets I'd dragged a long with me in my fall.