A Reason To Love

Ch. 6

WELL? You guys this story is giving me all the feels! I think it is starting to fall together wonderfully! What do you think?! Comment & Vote! <3

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WILLS' POV** (SURPRISE :) ) 

The drive over to Cameron's house is a lot shorter than I imagined. She lives about five minutes from me. Though we live five minutes apart we might as well live on other sides of the world. She lives in a big stone and brick house where as I live in a simple three bedroom one story house with my alcoholic dad and little brother. My mom died when I was thirteen from cancer. My dad broke when she died. He turned to drinking hoping to find some peace inside that clear glass bottle but it's been five years and peace is nowhere in sight.

He isn't abusive, not anymore. He used to hit me just about every day until I turned sixteen two years ago. I fought back one night when he came home so drunk he broke a glass beer bottle on my little brother Tucker's head, he is three years younger than I am so he was thirteen at the time. I came home and he had Tucker pinned against the wall and broke the bottle on his head. My whole world went red. Anger. That is all I felt. I am not proud of the fact that I hit my father but my instinct was to protect my brother and I will die before I let someone else hurt him. My father usually gets drunk and wallows in the death of my mother. He has tried dating but nothing ever sticks because once the women find out he has a drinking problem they take off running for the hills.

Cameron's family comes from money where as my family lives on the poor side of the train tracks. It's never talked about but it is very obvious the train tracks separate the rich from the poor here in Grandview. Maybe that's why she is the way that she is? Because she is rich and I am poor? If so that is so fucked up.

Something is up with the girl. She doesn't throw herself at me like most of the other girls in our town do. In fact I am pretty sure the chick hates me and would like nothing more than to see me buried alive. There is a lot more to this girl than anyone seems to know. They all think she is freak show because she doesn't have any friends and she doesn't talk unless she's is spoken to first which doesn't make her a freak. It actually draws me to her like a moth drawn to a flame. I parked my motorcycle in front of her house and turn off the engine before climbing off the bike and pushing the kickstand down.

The walk up the sidewalk to her house all I could think was that I'm about to get a glimpse at the quiet rich girls life. To see the way she lives. Maybe even learn a little more about her. Don't ask me why I am so determined to figure her out, I just am.

Lifting my hand I knock a few times on the door with the knuckle of my middle finger. I wasn't nervous to come here until she told me her dad wanted to meet me. Of course she did. She wanted to warn her perfect father that someone poor like me was coming into his mansion. Okay so it's not a mansion but it's easily three times the size of my house.

Just when I was almost convinced no one was home the door swings open revealing Cameron out of breath. As if she just ran a marathon or something. She was wearing a pair of black sweat pants and a dark grey Aerosmith t-shirt. Her black hair still straightened from school this morning.

"Are you going to invite me in Davis?" I arched an eyebrow at her. She was staring at me with what seemed like nerves in her eyes.

"Of course. Look I just wanted to warn you about my dad, he's sick." Pain etched itself into the gentle features of her face as sadness filled her captivating blue eyes.

"With what? The flu? Because I've had the flu shot I'm not worried about that." I shrug but she only shook her head no.

"No nothing like that. It's nothing contagious. He has cancer." I feel every red flag I have go up inside my brain like they do every time I hear the C word. Fuck cancer.