the three of us {chim}

Piece 82

Author's POV

"Come sit with me." Kimberley helped Camille off the counter and walked her to the back garden to talk more privately. Kimberley sat her daughter down on the lounge chair with her.

The stars above them shined down and gave them good lighting alongside the moon.  They laid back with Camille's head on Kimberley's chest and her body between her legs.  They both became comfortable quickly as they looked up at the stars.

"We have to talk." Kimberley mentioned and Camille knew it was coming. The teen laid there in silence, not knowing what to think. Even though Kimberley is keeping her cool, she knows that none of them are on good terms right now.

"You should not have done what you did and you know that." Kimberley said and lifted Camille up. Camille turned around and sat criss-cross from her mother.

"Does that give her the right to hit me? I know I did something wrong, but was it worth the punch." Camille said and looked down. Kimberley lifted her chin and saw the genuine hurt and confusion in her daughter's eyes.

"If you knew it was wrong, why did you do it?" Kimberley was gentle with her words. She didn't want to scare Camille away with yelling and accusing.

"I guess it just seemed like it wasn't that big of a deal at the time. Mam was on tour, you were working, we were all distracted by something else." Camille explained. It was true, everyone had their distractions, leaving Camille to find hers.

"So, you went when Cheryl was on tour?" Kimberley asked, not knowing when she could have gone.

"I told you that I went to Savannah's-" Camille began, but Kimberley didn't give her a chance to finish.

"You lied to me? Why would you lie?" Kimberley asked and Camille inwardly tutted at the question. What was she supposed to do? Tell her that she was going to meet her Dad that her Mam just happens to hate?

"Because you wouldn't have let me go." Camille said obviously, trying her best not to catch an attitude.

"How did you even get there?" Kimberley looked into Camille's eyes, not wanting her to lie. There's already been too much lying.

"Someone drove me." She simply answered.

"Who?" Kimberley questioned, having an idea of who it could have been.

"I can't get them in trouble too." Camille's shoulders fell as she realized that Wren could get into trouble from her Mam. She would kill him for helping her with this.

"Wren?" Kimberley assumed and Camille averted her eyes from her Mum. Kimberley knew it was him just by that action.

"I don't even know what to do with you." Kimberley said, knowing that she hurt Cheryl, but Cheryl also hurt her - physically. Does she side with Camille or Cheryl? They're both equally in the wrong at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Mum." Camille apologized and looked up at her Mum's eyes. They were red and a tear had suddenly slipped down Kimberley's cheek.

"What's wrong?" Camille asked as she moved closer and wiped the tear away.

"In the letter...you wrote about a different life." She mentioned and Camille nodded "Would you really want to have a life without me as your Mum?" She asked and Camille didn't even think about that.  The teen shook her head and took her mother's hand.