The Visor's Visions

Chapter 3b

Chapter 3B

His dad ran up the stairs to the commotion. "CAMERON!" Rowan shouted as his eyes darted toward Cameron's unconscious body. His face contorted with an uncontrollable rage. Nothing had angered him so fiercely before. It was a rage so strong, it could have been lethal. He looked at the woman who he once had loved and trusted..all he could see now was a reflection of Satan himself. He ran towards her, tackling her on the ground.

Suffocate her..Torture her..Murder her.

Whispers echoed through his head as he wrapped his hands around her neck, suffocating the woman. It's when she is finally unconscious that he lets go of her neck. He looks at her without emotion, leaning down to his son. Rowan gently lifts up Cameron's head, wiping his thumb across Cam's bleeding face. Rowan then pulls out his phone, calling 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My son is unconscious and bleeding from his face. Send an ambulance!"

"Calm down sir, help is on the way. May I get an address?"

"278 Boulevard Drive, Valiant Circle. Hurry.."

"Alright. Please tell me what happened."

"My wife sliced my son's face with a broken beer bottle. She's now unconscious though."

"Ok sir. What is your name?"

"Rowan..Rowan Hawke."

"Please spell your name, Rowan."

"R-O-W-A-N H-A-W-K-E. Please..hurry."

"The police and ambulances are on their way, Rowan. What is the phone number you're calling from?"

After the final few questions the operator asked, the police and ambulances arrived. The woman who was once Cameron's mother was now in handcuffs. The trip to the hospital wasn't exactly the smoothest, but it was the best that could be done at the moment. Hours of agonizing suffering later, Rowan is called into Cameron's room in the hospital. Rowan darts into the room, Cameron slightly tilting his head towards Rowan.

"Dad?" Cameron babbled, confusion striking him harder than a bowling ball to some pins. "Are you ok?"

"I should be asking you that. I'm ok. How are you though?" Rowan's tone settles, setting his arm along the hospital bed.

"I have a headache.." He groans.

"Are you sure it's not that visor that's causing it?"

"Dad, I'm 16, and I remember everything that just happened back there. You endangered me."

Guilt washed over Rowan quickly, he finally realized what he had put his beloved son through. If he hadn't just thrown Cam into the house, or taken him out of school in the first place, all would have been well.

"I know, I'm sorry." Rowan mumbles, looking off to the side.

Cameron can't do anything but scoff. "You're sorry? I really doubt that. You just.." He hesitates, tears building up behind his visor. "You made me feel so insecure and unstable, and better yet, made me go in that house with that insane and belligerent woman! All of this could have been avoided, Dad! But no, it had to be this way, didn't it? Unnecessarily getting hurt and bruised, and now I have a scar on the left side of my face."

Rowan sighed, looking back to Cameron. "I mean, hey, you look really badass now. What's wrong with looking badass?"

"That's not the-" Cameron inhales sharply, exhaling softly. "Are you on something? Meth, perhaps?"