a Tail of Two Cities

Chapter Six- Seth

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SETH AUGUST P.O.V.  

Cammie Sanders.  

Her name reverberated in my mind and my body trembled with anger. A shiver shook my spine and I remembered the first time I met her.

She and her family had moved into my father's trailer park a few days before sophomore year. I remember doing my rounds around the park, collecting monthly payments for my dad. That's when I saw her.  

A single, seemingly endless leg stepped out of a large truck parked by the spot my father rented out to her family. She landed on both feet with a hop, and her long brown hair swayed in the wind. At that moment I was sure I had never seen anything more beautiful than this girl. I felt immediately drawn to her, and I had to have her.  

Suddenly she dropped the box she was carrying and its contents splayed across the grass. I don't know what compelled me to help this stranger, but I found my feet carrying me to her and I helped to pick up her things.  

Her dewy green eyes rose to meet mine as she said her thanks in a honey-like voice.  

"Don't worry about it," I mumbled, averting my gaze to her toes. "It's not every day I get to help a supermodel." My heart leaped as she stared at me curiously. My plan was working. "You mean- you're not a model?"  

Those eyes searched my face some more until she unleashed a chiming laugh that shook her shoulders. Her giggles rang like bells as she watched me some more. "Was that some sort of pick-up line?" She asked with laughter still in her voice.  

"That depends; did it work?"  

She smiled a toothy grin and stood up. "Maybe..." she began as she started to walk toward the trailer she was parked by. It was larger than most trailers in the park, and its shiny newness created a stark contrast to the old, rusty pickup she had arrived in. "... Or maybe, I think you're being too forward. Try again?"  

Dumbfounded, I gawked at her. Most girls I had encountered would have giggled and fallen for my flirty attempts. I upped the intensity of my gaze, hoping my blue eyes would help to woo her over. She stood unaffected, a smirk on her face as she watched me. "How about we just start with names?" I asked.  

"Better. Cammie Sanders, happy to meet you."  

"Seth August. And I'm more than happy to meet you."  

She looked at me again with a smile playing on her full lips. "Niiiice." She said with a musical chuckle, and continued. "So you live in this park too, huh?"  

"My dad actually owns it." Her arched eyebrows shot up as her eyes narrowed into slits. Quickly, I said, "I'm not here for money though, if that's what you're wondering."  

"Yeah? Then what are you here for?"  

"You." Her face relaxed and her smile returned.  

From that moment on, Cammie Sanders was mine.

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I stood hesitantly outside the door of her trailer. The warm florida sun beat down on my back, but the sweat that beaded on my forehead was not from the heat. The anger, anxiety, and confusion created by this girl made my blood boil and the perspiration drip.  

My hand hovered above the door knocker. Why was I here? She was just a girl, I tried to tell myself. One girl in my life filled with many. But I knew that wasn't true. She was more than a normal girl; different than the others in so many ways. I needed answers, no matter the cost. Another bead of sweat rolled down my temple, causing my black hair to stick to my forehead. Annoyed, I swatted it to the side and brought my hand to the knocker again. After some more contemplation, I knocked thrice with more force than I intended to. My knuckles throbbed as I waited.  

Moments later I heard the creak of the doorknob opening. A lock clicked, and another, before I saw an olive green eye peek through a crack made in the now slightly ajar door. I grunted in annoyance when I realized the eye was too dark to be Cammie's, hers were bright green; a stark contrast to the jaded one that stared at me in suspicion.  

"Seth?" A woman's voice asked. The door opened some more to reveal Cammie's mother.  

"Cammie here?" I inquired gruffly, not bothering to speak in full sentences.  

The door finally opened all the way and Mrs. Sanders stood, hands on her hips. "No, she's not, thanks to you." She fiddled with the massive diamond ring that adorned her finger. I remembered Cammie telling me that it was the purchase of that ring that made them lose their car. Their house came next, landing them in my father's park. "And she's not coming back, if that's what you want." She stared at me with a furious determination and I stared back. For awhile, we stood like that, in a tense and angry silence. Finally, she spoke in a shallow voice.  

"I don't know what you did to her, kid, but she hasn't been the same since that night at prom." Her voice grew softer as she spoke. "But she left because of you, whatever you did."  

"I didn't do anything-" I tried to speak. A voice in the back of my head told me I knew I was lying, but I tossed it aside. "She-"  

"Don't you interrupt me, Seth!" She cried out. Tears brimmed on her eyes, threatening to spill over. "Just go home. You aren't welcome here anymore." Without another word, she began to close the door.  

"Wait!" I shouted. I took her hesitation to shut the door as an invitation to speak again. "Where is she? Where'd she go?"  

"Some place in Wisconsin!" She yelled as she slammed the door. The slam echoed through the park, bouncing across trees and causing many sleeping birds to take flight. A dog barked in the distance.  

Then it was silent.

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