Till The Crack Of Dawn

Chapter 5 - Dinner Catastrophe

♛ Camila's POV♛

Jesus fuck! I will never drink that much ever again... Huh, ya right. My head is pounding, and I feel like my head might just explode at any second. I check my phone and see that it's already two in the afternoon. Aww shit! I have that stupid ass dinner with my family. Fuck this man.

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom to get some Advil. Then I go downstairs to see the mess we have to clean up. Aww crap. I'm so screwed. There are red cups everywhere, empty alcohol bottles on the tables, and food everywhere. I go into the kitchen and see Eric already cleaning up, putting all the trash into a big black bag.

"Here, take one and start cleaning up," Eric says, passing me a black bag.

"How long have you've been up?" I ask him.

"Long enough to have cleaned up half of this mess."

"There was more than this?" I ask, stunned.

"Yup, now less talking and more cleaning. If you don't want to be late for tonight's dinner, go get the other."

I go upstairs and wake Chloe up, then I go to Cameron's room and practically drag him out of bed.

"Let's go we have places to be and things to do. We need your help, so get your ass out of bed." I tell him.

"I don't have anywhere to be today, so I'm gonna sleep in. Have fun cleaning," Cameron says.

That's it.

"God, Cameron for once in your life can you just help others without always thinking about yourself?"

"Camila just shut up." Cameron spits at me. I take a step back, what the hell is wrong with him?

"Leave me the hell alone. You don't know shit about me. I thought you knew there's more to someone that meets the eye."

I look at Cameron, perplexed. What the hell is happening?

"Cameron, I-"

"No— I told you to leave me alone so go deal with your shit while I deal with mine." he mumbles.

I'm about to say something but I decide no to. I get him Advil and I glass of water before I leave and go back downstairs.

..........

Chloe comes down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Ok, well the entire upstairs is spotless, exactly the way it was when we arrived. Well, except for Cameron's room."

"Ok good. The entire floor is clean too, and so is the backyard. We just have the basement to do, but if we're three, it can probably be done in less than thirty minutes," Eric says.

..........

"And... done," I say, after placing the last throw-pillow on the couch.

"What time is dinner at?" Eric asks me?

"Reservation's at eight."

"Ok, well we have three hours before we have to be at the restaurant. Let's go back home and get ready."

"Ok. Chloe, you coming with us?" I ask her.

"I'll drive back on my own. I have to talk myself into not ditching this stupid ass Christmas Dinner."

"Promise me you'll go. If you don't go, it'll just make things worse."

"I know I know. I promise I'll go, but only for you, not my parents."

"That works for me. Try and have fun tonight, and I'll see you tomorrow morning at the airport," I tell her and hug her goodbye.

"Don't forget to lock up, you know where the spare key is," Eric says, while we make our way to his car.