My Urban Love Story

Chapter 5:

Cameron calmly got out of my bed,

got dressed before kissing my

cheek. "I'm leaving yeah, I'll call

you later." My eyes were on my

Dad the whole time, I barely heard

him. Suddenly I didn't want to stay

here tonight; I knew shit would go

off. "No, Cam I'm coming with

you..." He looked at me, almost to

say are you sure; I looked him in

the eye defiantly to let him know I

was. "Alright, go pack ma, I'll wait

for you out there". I walked

towards my closest, hoping this

would happen smoothly without

my dad interfering. I ha no such

luck. He followed me looking

pretty dumbfounded, before he

gabbed me and started hitting me,

all the while yelling "You slut! You

whore! Where do you think your

going? You ain't going nowhere!

How dare you disrespect me in my

own house, with a mangy little

thing like that! Where did you get

the balls from-" Cameron ran in,

cutting him off from what he was

saying with a left hook. I stood

there crying not sure what to do,

and shocked that my father had

actually hit me! He had never

touched me in my whole entire life,

that was usually left to my mum

and I hadn't gotten beat since I was

9. Cameron lifted me easy as if I

weighed nothing before carrying

me down to his car. My father sat

in the floor, too stunned to do

anything, massaging his chin and

bruised ego.

That was a new side of both

Cameron and my Father that I had

just witnessed, and I wasn't sure

how to deal with it mentally. One

thing I was sure of though, I never

wanted to see that again. I told

Cameron just that before I burst

out crying over everything that had

happened tonight. All of this wasn't

supposed to happen! I was just

supposed to have a nice day with

my boyfriend, maybe make out.

Then he would meet my Father and

hopefully he would approve and I

and Cameron could continue to fall

happily in love. I wasn't supposed

to lose my virginity. My

relationship with my father

shouldn't have collapsed in just

mere seconds. Cameron wasn't

supposed to hit my Dad, or was my

Dad supposed to hit me! This

wasn't how I had planned this day

at all.

I sat in the car alone, brooding how

I could I fix things with my Dad

after this? He would probably

never want to see me again, and I

don't really blame him. Moments

later Cam came out of my house

with my things, he looked angry; he

got in the car telling me "You don't

have to put up with that anymore".

I wanted to shout and scream and

defend my Dad and curse Cameron

out for taking my precious virginity

from me and ruining my

relationship with the only Father I

have. But I didn't. Instead I sent a

text to my Grandma asking her to

check on my Dad for me. I sighed,

laying back, avoiding Cameron's

gaze.

No matter what that was my Dad,

and again I found myself thinking

about the future and what was to

happen next...