Confessions Of A Teenage Party Animal (Editing.)

7-anger in it's truest form; tears.

Camille's POV

As I stood in front of my trophies, I couldn't help but notice the crinkled suit that I was wearing. The sheets had pressed against it, leaving it looking almost worn out. My attention was diverted by Marcy's soft voice, which she only used for me. She pushed open the door of my room slowly, and her brows furrowed as she spotted my crinkled suit. She was wearing a pencil dress with a black ribbon holding her hair back, and her rectangular glasses were back on her face, this time in black.

"Camille," she said, her tone laced with disappointment. "Marcy, I think I should tell you-" I began, but my dad cut me off. "Cam! Marcy! C'mon guys, let's go!" he called. We both sighed, and Marcy offered her hand to help me up. I took it, and together we left my room.

"Tell me later," she said with a smile as our parents waited for us downstairs. "C'mon, we're already late," my mom grumbled. "Isa," my dad said, but she ignored him and continued to rush us. We got to the church in no time and to be frank, a bit early.

Bianca, Lukas' wife didn't show up until like thirty minutes later, with obvious signs of crying. Her daughter and my niece, Inez, stood next to her mother, looking confused.

I laughed to myself, of course, she was confused, she was six, she'd lost her father and all she was told was, 'Daddy's gone somewhere, but he needs you to be good for today.' My brother didn't deserve such an amazing family, Bianca was so kind, and Inez was too sweet for her age.

Inez spotted me and tugged on her mother's trousers most likely asking for permission to come my way, Bianca nodded tiredly and continued talking to my mother as her daughter scurried to me, she crashed into my leg and smiled up at me.

Inez had taken to her father's side and had the same dirty blonde hair, that I and my siblings all possessed, her eyes were not brown though, they were green like her mother's, Inez got the height from the rest of my family, unlike me, everyone in my family was 5'8 at shortest but me, I was 5'6 and a half.

"Is that my favorite niece?" I asked teasingly, she giggled, "Only." She corrected, I smiled, smart for her age. How could Lukas die and leave all of this behind? Death wasn't optional, but why did he have to call me?

"Uncle Cam," She said, I looked down at her again, "Where is daddy?" She asked me, "He's in there," I pointed to the closed casket, "Is he gone forever? People keep lying to me. They think I don't know." Too smart for her age, "Yes, I'm sorry, Inez." I said, crouching down to hug her. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. "Don't say sorry." She whispered in my ear, I couldn't help but cry, as she said that, the words felt so nice to hear, for someone not to blame me for it all

"Camille, we have to go sit." I felt Marcy's hand on my back, I stood up and pulled away from Inez, "Go sit with your mom." I said to her. She nodded and scurried off to Bianca.

The clergy started speaking, and I started filtering it all out, the cries of relatives, the whispers floating around me. The whole service basically was much to me, I didn't want to and didn't try to listen.

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Lana's POV

Camille was off. His eyes seemed much less bright, I tried giving him something to drink but he just declined and went to dip his feet in the pool, when he walked into the party, nobody expected him to be wearing a full-on suit, his hair wasn't slicked back like usual, but looked like he had put in some kind of effort to make it look better than usual.

I didn't know why but I felt an urge to go talk to him, so I told Ella and Wren that I was going to get some fresh air, and walked out the back I found Camille at the pool like everybody said he would be, his feet were in the water and he seemed to be looking at his reflection in the water, "Hey." His head turned at my voice, "Hey." He mumbled. I walked over to the pool, took my shoes and socks off, and put my feet next to his in the water.

"What's wrong?" I didn't get why I was so invested in him, "My brother's funeral was today." That didn't seem to be why he was sad, though." You don't seem too sad." I remarked, and he sighed, "Exactly, I should be sad, but I feel mad at him for never apologizing for what he did, and calling me when he could've called anyone, he's the reason I'm scared of my own house."

I wanted to ask, "Oh." Camille glanced at me, "You can ask, I need to tell somebody, anybody, to make the guilt feel lighter." I nodded, "What did he do?" I asked cautiously, Camille laughed, but I knew it wasn't from amusement, "My older brother Lukas..."

He started but choked, almost like it was hard to say like a lump was forming in his throat, stopping him from speaking, "He raped me." And all I could do was gasp, "Camille."

"Don't you dare fucking apologize." He warned and I quickly shut up.

"More than once actually, he's the only reason I'm too sacred to be at home, even when he left for college it had become such a habit of avoiding the house, I was so scared, I once threw up on the way home from school and my best friend, Mei didn't let me go home for hours, I was so grateful. I got screamed at by my parents, but I didn't care, I just couldn't and didn't want to go home, I started football because of him, I started all the jobs the second I could, and whenever he had breaks from college I cried myself to sleep from fear, when Lukas met his wife, Bianca. I thought it was over, but I was wrong. He said; 'One more time before I can never again', I wish I had told someone the first time." Camille said, tears staining his face.

"Camille." He turned to look at me fully, I quickly wrapped my arms around him, "I get you, I understand, and one day I'll tell you why I get you but not today." Camille sobbed into my shoulder. What was I doing?

He pulled away and sniffled, "Lukas had a heart attack, he had always had heart problems, but that night, Bianca was away with his daughter Inez, at Bianca's parent's house, and he called me." I could easily tell what happened after he said that.

"And I didn't pick up, I let my phone ring, till it stopped, a few hours later at 7:12 Lukas Bridgend was declared dead." His voice broke as he sobbed more, "It was all my fault, and I didn't tell anybody, I was mad at him for calling me and not Bianca, not my mom, not my dad, not Marcy, but me."

I grabbed his face, "Camille, he had no right to call you after what he did. He deserved death." I said, holding his face in my hands, "Bianca didn't deserve such a shitty husband and you and Marcy didn't deserve a shitty brother, His daughter didn't deserve a shitty father, you had every right to ignore that call." I said, he smiled, through the tears.

"Thank you." My heart skipped a beat. Like usual, when he smiled or laughed, I glared at Camille's lips, "Can I kiss you?" I asked suddenly. "Yes."And I leaned down and kissed Camille, his lips felt like pillows, and he tasted like vanilla and raspberries.

When we pulled apart, I smiled, I genuinely smiled, looking at him.