That's DADDY

3

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"My name is Silver. If you ever need anything, I am right next door okay?" The lady said as she pulled into her driveway, right next to Camille's house.

"Thank you." Camille stepped out of the car and made her way next door.

She cracked the door just a little and peeped, checking to see if anyone was home before she made her way inside. There was a hallway as soon as you open the front door that led to her room, closing it shut, she easily made her way through the house. As she walked passed her mother's room she heard movement, meaning her drunken mother was probably still home. She eased her way into the comfort of her room and locked the door.

She flopped on her bed, happy to be home and thought about dropping out of school. She only had three more months left, but that also meant three months of harassment and torture from Tyler. She could easily deal with the "swirlies" because she'd just wash her face afterwards, she could handle the shoves into the lockers because, bruises heal, she could especially take the name calling because she already felt that way about herself, someone else was just proving her point. But, Camille couldn't take the public embarrassment. That's something you could never take back, especially if everything is caught on camera. Once it's uploaded unto the internet, there is no going back. You have to keep reliving the embarrassment over and over. Camille didn't think she would be able to handle that, it was all too much for her. Besides, she could go to any college she wants, right now. She could meet the president! She had so many opportunities at hand, why wait?

There was a knock on the door, the house door. Jhene sluggishly gets up to go see who was at her home, pushing aside beer bottles out of her path. She opens her room door and the light took her by surprise, she falls flat on her face, straight to sleep. Camille looked out her room to see what had happen, she seen her mother asleep on the floor and steps over her to go see who was waiting for an answer outside. She peeks out the peephole and see's what looks like a man, his head was down and all you could see was his striking black hair.

"Who is it?" Camille asked from the other side.

"Um, my name is Martavion." He looks up into the door and Camille sees his face. It was the mover that tried to talk to Camille Saturday. Slowly, she opened the door.

Martavion smile lit up as he saw Camille's face. "Hello." He said.

Camille didn't smile back, instead she was wondering what he could be doing at her house. Camille was supposed to be in school, what if her mother had opened the door. "What are you doing here? Are you looking for me?" She asked, her face straight she showed a hint of annoyance and confusion.

Martavion laughed, "Actually I was, is that a problem?"

Camille got angry at such a stupid question, yet she tries to control her hidden emotion. She was already angry, she did not want to snap at him for no reason. "It's just that, I am supposed to be in school and if my mom would have answered, you could have gotten me in a lot of trouble."

Martavion felt really guilty and quickly apologized. "So, why were you so comfortable answering the door if your mother is home?" He questioned.

"It's a long story but not short enough to tell you before she wakes up." Camille tries to shut the door on him but he stops it with his foot.

"Let me take you out then!" He yells and Camille quickly hushes him, looking back to see if Jhene's sleep has been interrupted. "Sorry, but It'll be better than hiding out and I'll have you home exactly when school is out."

Camille stepped outside and closed the door. "I don't even know who you are." she says, placing a hand on her thick hips.

"Come on, I'm not going to hurt you." He looks around and sees Silver staring at them carefully. "See look, your neighbor knows my face, she is gonna see me take you."