Addicted

Chapter 32

Marshal-

After blowing my shit at Camilla, she stares at her hands while sitting on one of my couches. Eventually, she gets up and walks into the kitchen. I hear the fridge open, and hear a few BANGS and a couple "dammit"s. As I continue to sit surrounded by a cloud of " I don't give a fuck" I begin to smell bacon and eggs. And then that's when something happens.

My stomach growls like a fierce animal.

Fuck man, haven't felt that since being with Kim and her kind of shitty ass cooking, and I feasted on taco bell. 

I get up and make my way to the dining room, and can see Cammy setting the table, and laying down the feast she has prepared. Finally, she looks up and pastes a smile on her face.

Holy Shit, she's scared of me, I realized, she thinks I going to blow up in her face, maybe toss away a few chairs, perhaps the whole fucking table. 

I try to keep my face as straight as possible, " I don't like omelets," I tell her.

Her face melts, disappointed, like kid who is expecting a birthday party when she opened the door to her kitchen, but instead got a dark, empty room.

"Kidding," I say, and smirk, is it bad that I kind of enjoy making people upset sometimes?

I take my place at the table and Cammy starts to serve me, like I'm her king or something.

That thought makes my stomach churn like butter.

"Cam, sit down, baby,  you don't need to serve me." I tell her, giving her another smile, she deserves it dealing with my shit this morning, she does.

She sits down, and begins with pours herself she coffee with milk and sugar.

"Actually," I say getting up, " I should be serving you."

She smiles at me again, delighted, " I would like one omelet please, with two pieces of bacon."

I slide a omelet on her plate and two slices of bacon, and then hesitate and put another partial  piece of bacon on her plate. " How about a omelette and 2 1/4 of a piece of bacon?" I ask.  

She looks at me surprised , and maybe worried, " Marshal, that's  2 pieces of bacon and a 1/2" 

" Sorry, wasn't very good at math."

We go on eating, talking about the upcoming Grammy's that Camilla's preforming at, " I just love performing with Snoop, " she gushes, " his shows are always one of my fave's to go to!" After telling her one of my jokes about Suzy who doesn't want t be poked with  a pencil anymore, my phone rings.

"Sorry," I say and get up and fast walk to my bedroom. It rings and rings, " Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm coming, " I mumble. I finally dig it up from a pile of sheets, and answer it:

"hello?"

"Dad? where are you?" I hear Hailie ask, pissed, in a way she sounds like Kim. 

"At home, and please Hai, don't give me attitude, why?"

"Because said you were going to bring all of us to brunch today, like a half hour ago, and Whitney's whining."

shit!

"Where's mom?" I ask

"She left, she dropped us of at Ab's and were at  a table waiting to order."

FUCK!

"Um, honey, I"m just been stuck in traffic, train went by, and just go ahead and order and I'll be there soon, okay honey?" I begin putting on my shoes.

"Yeah, okay." She says and hangs up.

way to fuck up again Marshall.