Luv Letters

10| my kind of woman

Waking up at five-thirty in the morning is not something I do willingly, but I decide to spare my alarm a punch to the face.

Rolling out of bed I immediately hop in the shower hoping it will, 1. get rid of this shitty hangover, and 2. prepare me for whatever is about to go down in the next eight hours.

As devoted I am to being a lifeguard, days like today make me question my decision of being a lifeguard. Having Caden and Ford there is already a huge plus, but then throw kooks and entitled pricks into the mix, and it turns into a fucking circus act.

And no, I don't count as one of the entitled pricks.

I wrap a clean towel around my waist and start to head towards my closet when I hear my phone buzz on the nightstand.

"Phone call at five in the morning? What a fucking joke." Picking my phone up I immediately see my fathers contact picture fill the screen.

I decline without hesitation but don't even have a second to process what just happened before he calls me a second time.

"What, Cal? What?" I ask deciding to accept his phone call. Not because I want to talk to him of course, but knowing him he won't stop calling until I do pick up. Bastard.

"Way to use your ph- phone for its purpose, Jack." He scoffs.

"You want to call my phone, and be pissy with me? That's not how this works. What the hell do you want" I reply putting in one of my AirPods and continuing to get ready.

I'd get killed if I was late to day one of training, and if I was late because my shitty dad wanted to talk, I'd kill him.

"Quit the fucking att.. attitude, Cameron. Listen I was thinking- thinking of coming down there for a f.. few days. What do you think?" The stutters and slurring of his words immediately indicate to me he's drunk, which sets me off, but then again it's nothing I'm not used to.

"Hm. What do I think about that.. well I think I haven't even been here for half a week, so why would you come? I think you should stay your ass in Santa Monica, and I think if you call me one more time- it will be the last thing you do. Cheers, Cal." I reply more enthusiastic this time, as I happily press the beautiful red button on the screen.

My father, who I refer to as Cal because he's anything but a father, and I, have had a hatred for each other since, the incident. I'd like to believe it's because I picked up his heavy drinking habits, but Cal and I both know that's not the real reason.

I throw on a pair of black board shorts and a beat up pair of vans before heading downstairs to gather my things. I will proudly admit I've looked at the picture of August with my helmet on at least three-hundred times give or take.

The way her eyes glint against the street light and although the bottom of my helmet is covering her mouth, I can tell she has on the most beautiful smile-

"Fucks sake." I cuss under my breath as Cal's face fills the screen again covering the perfect picture of August.

"Cal what-"

"Jacks?" My heart immediately drops at the distressed sound. I can tell it's my sister by the nickname and the soft rasp she carry's in her voice.

"Lilah, hi love. Is everything okay?" I ask concerned.

"I just miss you. I'm sorry he scared you away." Faint sniffles travel through the speaker and the pain I feel in my chest is unreal. Cal clearly took her phone away again, hence why she's calling me on his.

I make a mental note to buy her a new phone after training and put it under my name so Cal won't have the authority to take it.

Lilah, my fourteen year old sister, was forced to stay when I decided I was moving out of the house. Cal says she's too young to pack up and move to a different city, when in reality, Lilah is more mature than Cal himself.