Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him, it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at lea...
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I can't tell if my plan backfired or not. Camryn is definitely happier now than when we arrived. A smile has been plastered on her face the entire drive back. This is a big improvement from the trip coming here.
Given the shit she has had to put up with in her family, I can't blame her for having a dark day. I had no idea that her mom had died even though I've known her family for the past four years. Her dad started recruiting me during my junior season of high school football. That means he came to visit and watch me play in Texas right after his wife had died. I think back to that time, but only see the smile on his face and the firmness of his handshake as I verbally committed to him and his program. I would never have known what he had just been through or that twelve hundred miles away his daughter was slowly dying on the inside.
I knew Coach's current wife couldn't be their mom given her age, but I just assumed it was the result of a divorce. The death of his wife, Camryn's mom, didn't need to be advertised, but it's never once been mentioned. I can't even remember seeing a news story about this, but it's the kind of story every sports news station would be all over.
I wish it didn't, but it all makes more sense now, why Camryn felt the only way to move through her emotions was to get drunk and show up at my house. I've always known Cal could be a piece of shit, and that she and her dad obviously disagree on things, but I had no idea how truly alone she feels.
What I still can't process, is how in four years they haven't been able to move past this. A death would only bring my family closer, not be a wedge that drove us apart. I like to believe we would eventually move on, but together. I've only seen Camryn with her family a few times, but it's enough to see that isn't the case even without her telling me so. I should have known after the first dinner I spent with them that something was wrong. Cal sold a convincing story of a sister who is so much of a problem she needs eyes to watch her, ears to listen to her, and weekly reports to maintain her. The only problem I see now is an unsupportive brother and father. If I had known Camryn the way I do now, I would have picked up on it, been able to sense it. Could have prevented the dark day this year. If I knew Camryn the way I do now I would have never taken a cent from Cal. How the fuck do I keep taking his money?
I thought I could keep it up, and could keep her at arms length. I've done a pretty damn good job of it too, until today. Until she had the nerve to reach across that damn seat and grab my hand. She held my hand and I wanted to hold hers back. I wanted to pull her closer to me, to hold her and tell her it would all be okay. To rub my hand up and down her back the same way my mom has always done when I needed it. I wanted to make Camryn feel good to make up for all the time in the last four years she hasn't. To take away every dark day she's ever had.
But when she grabbed my hand I jumped. An involuntary reaction that had a domino effect. She was moving away from me and out of the car within seconds, moment over. I could have followed her and explained the skittishness. I would, however, have to then explain that feeling her hand on me made my dick hard. It's something that hasn't happened to me since middle school when I could get hard by looking at anything resembling boobs.
