Love at Camp Sight

Part 34

Cameron

"Why?" I say. "Why did you leave us?"

"I had to." He says calmly.

"No. You didn't have to." I say louder than intended. 

"Cameron, I did have to, just calm down."

"NO!" People's heads are starting to turn towards us. "You abandoned us. Mom had to get a job, and for two years I thought you had died. You left us for dead practically. We had to move to a different house because we couldn't afford that house. Mom could barely afford to buy food, and I grew up without a father because he decided to abandon us!"

I stand up and start walking away.

"Cameron," He says. "You come back here." 

I turn around. His eyes are locked on me. My hands are clenched in fists at my sides. I'm breathing hard. I walk up to him, still keeping my distance.

"I was going to tell you why I left, but I guess you're still too young for that." He says.

"I am not too young," 

"Then you shouldn't have acted that way."

I turn around and walk away. He's saying my name telling me to come back. But do I care? No.

I slam the door closed when I walk through the front door. 

"Where have you been?" Mom says in an obvious upset tone.

"No where," I say. I don't want to get into this right now.

I start walking upstairs.

"Cameron!" Mom's booming voice comes from downstairs.

"What?" I say my hands still clenched.

"Where. Have. You. Been?" She says anger bubbling inside her. 

I still say nothing. I don't want her to really know about Dad yet.

"Were you with Taylor?"

"No," I finally say.

"Where were you?"

"I don't want to talk about it!" I say each word louder than the last.

"Don't yell at me!" She says. "I am your mother, I have the right to know where you've been."

Without thinking I slam my fist into the wall while keeping my eyes locked on hers. "No where," I say.

I pull my hand out of the dry wall and walk into my bedroom. I close the door and take a look at my hand. It doesn't look broken; that's good.

This life stuff is too hard without Taylor.

"I can't take this anymore!" I scream.