the three of us {chim}

Piece 112

Camille's POV

"Hey, what's wrong?" Mam cooed and tried to reach out for my face again. I backed away from her once again and wished that she would understand how far away from her I feel.

"Get away from me!" I shouted, feeling horrible after doing so.  What Mam said was something I will never forget.  Those words are the exact reason why I have my depression now - they were all said to me in the past.

"Camille!" Mam exclaimed in a hushed tone as I escaped down the hallway. I went to my shared room with Natalie and sat on the bed. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I felt my heart break away. I put my pyjamas on and wiped my tears away in the process.  I don't even want to go back downstairs but I can't abandon everyone else because of something that happened in our small family.  I put my phone on the bedside table and took one more second to get rid of my tears.

"Hey," Garry smiled wide as I walked out of my room and into the hallway "Are you okay?" Garry looked worried as he saw my face in the dim hallway light.

"Yeah, perfect." I responded and straightened up to give off the impression that nothing happened.  I know that Mam and Mum aren't too keen on sharing our inner-circle family issues.

"Your eyes are red." He mentioned and looked me straight in the eye "Have you been crying?" He asked and I shook my head, trying to think of a good excuse other than I've been taking drugs.

"Just allergies.  They're really bad in the winter for some reason." I made up and rolled my eyes, acting annoyed about the apparent allergies I have obtained.

"Allergic to the happy Christmas spirit?" He joked around and I was thankful that he let it go.

"Maybe." I giggled and then bumped into his shoulder as we walked down the hall to the staircase.  I walked downstairs and went to the kitchen to take an allergy pill from the cabinet.  Garry says it will help so I'm sure my fake allergies will be going away soon.

"Come sit with me!" Natalie pulled on my arm, dragging me into the front room.  As I walked in with her, I made eye contact with Mam for a split second.  I regretted it immediately and looked down at the floor on my way to the couch.

"Alright, we're watching Elf." Nan announced and grinned to everyone in the room.  She pressed play and sat back next to Mam.

"Classic comedy!" Garry told me and I smiled, feeling Mam's burning gaze on me.  Mum was nowhere to be found, I guess she wasn't too happy with Mam and needed to blow off some steam.

I felt Natalie's head drop onto my shoulder and laid my head on hers.  I looked over to Mam, who's snuggled up like a baby in Nan's side.  I wish I wanted to be over there but my anger is overflowing my envy.  I don't want to be next to Mam, I don't want to see her, I don't want to touch her, I don't want to speak to her.  I never thought those words would pop into my mind but here I am, feeling a deep hatred towards my own mother - once again.

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Author's POV

The bedroom at the end of the hall is silent.  Cheryl and Kimberley lay several feet away from each other.  Cheryl's being stubborn in Kimberley's eyes and she knows it.  The Geordie wants to make her fiancée understand that she wants her to take part of the blame.  Camille lays in bed down the hall, gossiping with her little cousin.  The two also decided to take in  Aden and let him sleep in-between them.

"Why does Auntie Chez hate your Dad?" Natalie innocently asked, having no idea about the background of Cheryl's pregnancy.

"Well, he left her when she was pregnant with me. My Dad got someone else pregnant and chose her over Mam." Camille explained and wished that the story of her birth was a bight lighter.  In Camille's eyes, it seems as though she was bound to have a horrible life from the beginning.