Broken Hearted

Chapter 17

Cameron-

I walked numbly up the front steps of my house. Today was the day I was going to smooth things over with my father. We’d talked on the telephone and we agreed to meet here at 4:00. I glanced at my watch, 3:58. Alright, Good work Cam I thought. This was one this I wasn’t going to be late for.

I opened the front door and stepped inside. The smell overwhelmed me; it smelled so much like my mother. I grabbed the doorframe in an attempt to steading myself. My father appeared around the corner and glared at me, I straightened up immediately and stared back, “Dad”

“Cameron, you’re on time… for once” he said coldly

“Well, couldn’t be late for this” I chuckled to ease the tension

“You think this is some huge joke?!” he yelled

“No of course not, I was just trying to-“I explained

“Save it, you’re mother is dead, Cameron Chase! Okay? Get through your thick skull, she’s dead! So quit acting like we’re the happiest people on Earth! Where have you been for the last week?!” he yelled

“At a friend’s house” I whimpered

“George?”

“No”

“Who then?”

“Stacey”

“Who is Stacey?”

“That girl you screamed at through the phone that night m-mu-mum died”

“I’ve never heard of her!”

I ran my fingers through my hair “It was kind of a rushed relationship, Dad”

“Relationship? What are you guys dating or something?”

“Yeah, you could say that”'

“Don’t you sass me, sir! I’ve got the power here! I had to rush things too, you know! Do you even know when your mother’s funeral is?”

“NO! Okay I don’t even want to go!”

“YOU ARE GOING TO SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR MOTHER TOMORROW!!!”

Tomorrow? That was so soon, the funeral was tomorrow… I really didn’t want to go, but what could I do?

“Fine, I’ll only come for a short time”

“You will be coming for the whole damn thing! You will sit there like a gentleman and mourn for your mother’s passing! And you will do it without this Stacey person!”

Oh hell no! I couldn’t go without Stace

“Stacey will come!”

“She bloody better not!”

“Watch her, because if there’s no her, There’s. No. ME!” I screamed

“You watch your tongue mister!”

“BITE ME!”

“GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE!”

“WHY? It’s my house too, Psycho!”

“Fine grab your clothes and get out!!!”

“GLADLY!” I screeched. I ran upstairs and grabbed my suitcase, stuffing my clothes into the small space. I grabbed my laptop off my desk and shoved it in too.

I looked around my room… I hated it! I threw my pillows off my bed and ripped the sheets.

 It felt…good!

What could I destroy next? I hated my bookshelf! HATED IT! I threw it down and let it smash at my feet…It was fantastic! I needed to wreck more things, I spun around. My closet. I ripped the door off its hinges and threw it at the wall; it crashed right through the wall into the hallway. I ripped each of my shelves down, one by one. The wood spraying in every direction imaginable… next was my desk. I threw every draw across the room, their contents spilling everywhere. I picked the whole desk up and chucked it at my window. It smashed clear through,

Carrot, stop. Please

I swung around, no-one there, “Mum?”

Stop, Cameron… this isn’t you.

“Mum?,” my eyes watered as I took in my surroundings. I had completely trashed my bedroom, everything was everywhere. Why?

 Why did I do this? I’d destroyed everything.

No!

Everything had destroyed me!

My life

My nature

My mother

My mother, she was gone. Forever. She was gone, and I was still here… That wasn’t right. I was this stuff up, Idiot and she was this pure, wholesome, beautiful lady! Why wasn’t I gone? Why was I here? I should’ve died! It should have been me!

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!

I looked out my shattered window. It was a clear 8 or 9 metre drop… That could kill someone right?

I pondered it.

Jumping would kill off all my suffering and I would see my mother again. I would see her glowing smile and beautiful face.

But would I ever see Stacey’s again?

Would I ever see her again? She was so beautiful as well, I couldn’t live without her. I loved her…That’s right I loved her! She was my girlfriend and I loved her.

I stepped back from the window, grabbed my bag and ran downstairs; I screeched into the kitchen and grabbed my mother’s car keys. I walked to the front door,

“What was all the crashing about, boy?” my father asked. I didn’t answer him I just focused on the door in front of me, I looked at the handle.

SCREW THAT!

I kicked the door and it split off its hinges flying across the veranda

“CAMERON! What the Hell?” my father yelled

“I’m sick of you, I’m sick of life! I’m staying at Stacey’s!” I screamed back “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

I threw my bag into the back seat of my mother’s white Audi, closed the door and opened the driver’s seat door. The keys found the ignition and turned, the engine roared to life and I reversed.