second chances | c.d | series oao

Chapter twenty one

Cameron\\
I ran out of the house, I couldn't bare to see Katherine cry. I knew staying in the same room with her I wouldn't have the strength to do what had to be done. I'm now a father and I need to get control of my daughter. I'm happy we finally got to clear the air and now to make up for the past fifteen years, I will get Camila to deal with this situation. I walked down the street knowing she couldn't go far without a car. I found her walking along the sidewalk near a connivence store. "Camila, you can't just run off like that," I shouted running to catch up to her.

"I've done it before, what makes you think I wouldn't do it again?" She shouted back quickening her pace.

"What is wrong with you?" I ask out of breath as I catch up to her.

"Look, I've survived without a dad for this long so I think I could manage. So you don't have to worry about me, I wouldn't be hurt if you just left," she told me. Her words stung, I know I shouldn't blame myself for not being there, but if I was just there for most of her life she would realize that she needs a father.

"You're just saying that because you're hurt and you need a male figure to look up to," I told her and she laughed.

"I had Carter, he was enough for me so before you go off telling me that I didn't have a dad think again. I was fine without you for the past fifteen years I'll be fine for the next," she said and walked off. This time I didn't follow her, I felt as if I continued to push it she would just hate me even more. She just needs a minute to process everything. I went back to the house and found Katherine drinking from a bottle filled his toxic liquid.

"Drinking isn't going to fix your problems," I sighed and waited for her to put down the bottle before I took it away from her.

"Where is she?" She asked and I shrugged.

"She needs time to process this, she already hates me and I don't want her to hate me," I told her and she just sighed rubbing her hands down her face.

"I just don't know what to do anymore," she said and I walked up to her pulling her into a warm embrace. "I'm just so worried that she'll make more stupid mistake because of this. Maybe we should go look for her again so she stays out of trouble," she suggests.

"I don't think that's a good idea, I'll call Matt and see if he has any luck getting to her," I said and she nods pulling from me and walking out of the room. The words that came from Camila's mouth still stuck in my mind distracting me. I dialed Matthews's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Hey, what's up?" He says answering my call.

"Hey, can you drive around Boulevard and see if you can find Camila. She stormed off and I think it would be better if she didn't see us right now," I told him.

"Okay, but why did she storm off?" He asks.

"We told her I was her real dad and it didn't go too well. I'll explain later, just please find her and try to talk to her. I don't want her getting into any trouble," I tell him hanging up immediately. I haven't been around very long and it is already more of a challenge than I could have ever imagined. My mind is telling me to quit, that I'm not cut out for being a father. But my heart saying otherwise, i needed to stay to fight for my daughter and the love of my life.

I walk over to Katherine and snatch the glass bottle that appears to be glued to her hand again. "I can assure you that Camila will be fine. I think she'd want to see you sober when she comes back," I tell her not bothering to take it away knowing she would take it back.

"If she comes back, I wouldn't blame her if she didn't. I'm a terrible mom, I don't know why I thought I could change and be any different from my dad. She deserves better," she tells me through slurred words. She fondles with her fingers for a little while seeming to have something on her mind. Katherine was always hard to read even as teenagers I could never figure out what she was thinking. Whether she was sad, mad, or happy we couldn't tell.

"I know this is a back time to talk about this but I think since we are already letting everything out in the open there is nothing to lose," she tells me her eyes finding their way to meet mine. I try to find words to say but nothing comes out. "I think about you all the time, and I could never figure out why I would want to be with you. I just want you to be here with us as a family. I choose you."