Lakehouse

Chapter 1

I was immobile. I didn't know how to get out of bed. I didn't really want to get out of bed though. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling in my stupid apartment.

It has been 7 days since Chase died. 7 days since my boyfriend was found dead in his wrecked car.

There was a knock on my door, which forced me to get up. I flung open the door and my mother was standing there.

"Good lord, Kameron. You look horrible." She scolds instantly.

I walk away from the door, climbing back in bed at my earliest convenience. "What do you want?"

"I came to check on my daughter." She moves the trash on my counter to set her purse down.

I glare at her. "How thoughtful of you."

She crosses her arms. "Kam, I'm sorry. I know you loved him."

I roll my eyes. "Don't come in here and apologize to me. You hated Chase."

"Yes. I did hate him. But that doesn't mean I wanted him dead."

"Well congratulations mother. Your daughter wont end up with him. You got your wish."

"How is his family?"

"How do you think they are? His parents are distraught. They just lost their child!"

"And his sister?" She seems not to care about his parents.

"Also distraught. She adored him."

She sighs. "I just feel terrible."

"Obviously not enough to show up to the funeral."

"I am sorry, darling."

"Don't call me that. You don't get the right to call me that."

"I am still your mom!" She shouts at me.

"Hardly! You kicked me out when I was 18 and we've seen each other twice since then. Don't come to me now wanting to comfort me."

"I was going through a lot." She mumbles.

"Don't you think that was just as hard on me? You and dad completely forgot about me during the divorce. That wasn't an easy thing for me to deal with!"

She throws her bag over her shoulder. "I didn't come here to get lectured for the mistakes I made 6 years ago. I'm leaving."

"Thanks for stopping by." I say sarcastically.

"Kameron, you're my daughter and I hate seeing you this way. I truly am sorry." She softly closes the door.

I turn on my TV to fill my apartment with noise.

My phone buzzes furiously on the table next to me. I haven't checked it in a while. I probably wont.

My mind runs through the events of the night he died.

He told me he wanted some air. He kissed me softly. He told me he loved me. And then he was gone.

An idiot drunk driver killed him. Now he is facing prison time.

There is another knock on my door. "Its open!" I shout.

To my surprise, Chase's mom, Jennifer and his older sister, Catherine walk in.

"Hi love." His mom coos.

I haven't seen them since the funeral. Catherine sets groceries down on my counter before climbing into bed with me.

She sits crosslegged at the end of the bed, facing me. "We passed your mom."

"Such a delight, isn't she?"