I made soup for Cam and walked upstairs with soup, asprin and water.
I walked up the stairs to him staring at the ceiling.
He picked up his phone.
"Oww my head. I can't even tweet" he groaned throwing his phone down.
I took it away from him.
"Thats not good after you hit your head love" i said placing everything down.
"Here," i said handing him the asprin "this will help your head" i said and handed him the water as he gulped both.
"Thanks babe" he said. He started to fall asleep.
All of a sudden his phone buzzed.
"Who is it?" he asked.
I looked at the number.
"It was mine" i lied.
I kissed his head and ran down the stairs rereading the text a billion times.
"Cameron? Its your dad. I found your number from a website so i hope its the right one. I want to talk to you and your sister. Call me" the text read
I didnt know what to do.
Camerons father hadn't talked to him since before he walked out on them.
I really didn't want to stress Cam out even more though.
I decided to call sierra.
The phone rang twice before she picked up.
"Hey ash!!" She yelled really excitedly.
"Hey si" i said.
"Whats wrong?" she asked.
"How fast can you get here?" i asked her.
"Um 15 Minutes?? Why? Whats wrong?" she asked panicky.
"Its okay just please come" i said and hung up.
I went back upstairs to make sure Cam was asleep and our door was shut.
I walked outside to where jacob and hayes and shawn were sitting.
I went and sat inbetween shawn and jacob.
I sighed and plopped down on the space inbetween them, defeated.
"Whats wrong?" shawn asked putting his arm around me.
"Cam got a text from his dad" i said and everyone gasped.
"How did he take it?" jacob asked.
"I didnt show him. His head already hurts enough" i said.
"What did it say?" shawn asked.
I pulled out cams phone and read them the text.
"Don't let him" shawn said.
"Shawn, you want to see our dad, what if Cameron wants to see his?" i asked defensively for cam.
"Because ash its different" he said removing his arm from around my shoulder.
"How is it different shawn" i said getting pissed.
"Because ash i have been WAITING for dad to call and say he wants to see us. Im SIXTEEN. I need my dad." he said. I side hugged him.
"Do you not remember what dad used to do to us?" i asked him carefully.
He shook his head and his eyes brimmed with tears.
"You were really young. Dad used to come home drunk and break all moms dishes, scream at you as a three year old, and beat us for no reason. Mom couldnt stop him. She was too weak."
