Camille's POV
                              "Good Morning!" I whispered after walking across the hall to Mam and Mum's bedroom.  Saturday mornings aren't too hectic for us nowadays because we're all so busy during the week.  It's our free day to do whatever we want, since I have a football game tomorrow.
                              "Why are you up so early?!" Mam pouted and whined from her spot in bed.
                              "I couldn't go back to sleep and it's boring when I'm awake by myself." I looked at Mam and saw that Mum was still fast asleep.  I looked down at my palms and saw the nail markings.
                              "C'mere, then." Mam held out her arms and invited me into them.  I walked around to Mam's side of the bed and laid down in front of her.
                              "Can you at least try to go back to sleep, bub?" Mam asked me as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
                              "Can I stay here?" I asked back, not wanting to be on my own.  I don't want to tell her, but I had a nightmare again.  I guess I wasn't screaming or moving, because I didn't wake up to two frightened mothers.  I know I should tell her, but I know she'd just worry.
                              "I'd love nothing more.  Now, get some sleep." Mam snapped me out of my thoughts and kissed my cheek.  I smiled at her touch and felt at ease again.
                              "Mam-" I started to speak, but she interrupted me.
                              "Millz-" Mam sounded annoyed, letting me know that she just wants to get some sleep.
                              "It's important." I turned around in her hold and looked her right in the eye.  This is sort of my new message to tell her that I mean it.
                              "What's wrong, bub?" She looked at me more sincere this time, letting me know that she already knows what I'm going to say.
                              "I had another nightmare last night..." I quietly said, not wanting to talk about it.  I know that I have to tell someone though, that's the only way it can get better.
                              "You should have told us, you could have come in here and slept with us!" Mam whisper yelled as she shuffled around until she sat both of us up in bed.  I looked down at my lap, not being able to meet her eyes.
                              "Thank you for telling us.  I know it's hard for you." Mam sweetly spoke as she delicately propped my chin up with her hand.
                              "I just don't want to seem too needy." I tried to explain, but that's my only reason.  I don't want to seem like I always need my mother.  I want to show strength, but I'm just not capable of that yet.
                              "You're not needy.  If you want to come in here and wake us up in the middle of the night, please do.  If you want us to stay with you until you go back to sleep, I will.  If you just need a good cuddle, I'm always here." Mam said as she laid us back down.
                              "Promise?" I asked as I held out my pinky.  Mam hooked hers with mine and smiled.
                              "I promise." She replied and took my hand in hers.  I turned back over and let Mam cuddle me from behind.  I looked at the clock on the side table and noticed that it's just gone half past four.
                              "Go back to sleep, bubba." Mam whispered before she started dozing off herself.  Once I realized that I was safe in her arms for good, I fell back asleep.
                                      
                                   
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the three of us {chim}
FanfictionCamille Blue-Shay Kinsley is a fifteen year old girl living in London. Camille currently lives with her foster parents of 13 years. They were stitched to Camille for the baby years, but as each birthday rolled by, their attention started to fade a...
 
                                               
                                           
                                               
                                                  