Moving On

Chapter 3

From jumping jacks, to push ups, to sit ups, to mountain climbers, to squats, to playing badminton with Trevor on the tennis court.

I could have stayed in that room all day crying about a man that isn't coming back, but I chose not to. I don't even allow myself to cry usually. Yes I feel like a tiny bit of the pressure in my chest has been released, but crying doesn't solve anything. I miss my dad so much, but he is gone. He will never come back. That's still really hard for me to believe, at times I don't want to believe it, but that's the reality of things.

"Are you even trying Kameryn?"

"Dude you keep hittin' the damn thing so far over my head! And anyway I only played this game like once or twice before I left the middle school I was at." I shrugged while readjusting the brim of my hat backwards. "I barely know how to play."

"It's all about hand-eye coordination. You have to pay attention to the shuttlecock."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"The-" he chuckled. "The birdie Kameryn. It is either called a shuttlecock, a bird, or a birdie. The technical term is shuttlecock though."

"Man that sounds like something associated with porn." I threw the racket down. "Doesn't matter though. I don't want to play anymore. I quit."

I sat on the tennis court to let him know I wasn't joking. He put his racket and birdie down them came over to my side of the court.

"You find yourself quitting a lot, don't you?" He sat across from me, but I don't know why. I'm not gone help his ass get back up. He better hope them powdered knees of his don't lock up.

"Your daughter already got a dent in her damn nose for fuckin' with me, so please choose your words carefully. It's just a fuckin' game that people play for a pass time. It ain't even no real damn sport."

"Actually, it is Kameryn. And I'm sorry if I sounded rude, I was not trying to."

I shrugged my shoulders. He just oddly stared at me for what seemed like too damn long. I swear the only man I ever trusted was my father. The rest of 'em just seem like they got a motive. I know that umm... Anyway, Trevor better not ever try anything with me. Hopefully he isn't that type of man.

"I know you witnessed your father get murdered, but why are you so angry? What do you have so much anger in you? Is that anger really the tears that you hold in? It's really okay to cry Kameryn."

"How would you feel Trevor? Would you skip around with a gigantic kool-aid grin on your face while smelling flowers and shit? That's the man that did everything for me. That's the man who took care of me after my own mother turned her back on me. That's the man who believed in me when no one else did. He would always encourage me to take steps towards my goals in life. I used to want to be a nurse. I used to want to make a difference in life. Now? Shit I lack the motivation to wanna do anything. I just live day by day, not knowing if I should be thankful for a new day or if I should dread it. You got a family and a good job, so whatchu know about that Mr.BusinessMan?"

"I can't say I know anything about that. I was raised in a two parent home with family surrounding me. My f-"

"Exactly man. Look, I appreciate you opening your doors to me solely because I cannot live by myself and my own auntie didn't wanna put up with me and my shit, but don't try and understand something you never will understand. It was nice of you to play that 'Badminton' game with me, but I think I should go in now."

I got up and dusted my pants off then I walked to the house.

When I walked past the dinning room, Kathleen called my name. "Oh Kameryn. Come here darling." Why she keep callin' me weird shit? Darling? Why can she just stick to 'Kameryn' or 'Kam'?