Me, My Hair✂ and My Mate (#Wattys2015)

Ch. 10: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner

A/N: PLEASE REREAD LAST CHAPTER TO FRESHEN UP YOUR MEMORIES MY LOVELIES!!!

Cameron ♤

My father looked completely different.

But that could've been because I hadn't seen him since I was five years old. I know people change, but in my dad's case, it was like he aged very rapidly. He honestly looked sick. I just tried to brush it off as his post traumatic stress disorder or PTSD from his war days.

We we're all downstairs sitting at the dining room table having my granny's dry meatloaf. Or at least I picked over my plate since I had already eaten with James. I looked over to my dad again. He was staring James down with a hateful look.

Why? He didn't even know James. He was giving me a hard look as well, but his eyes would soften at th&uimes as if he was reminiscing.

I was reminiscing too about the last time I saw my father. I could remember it as clear as day.

♤Flashback♤

I had come downstairs to get a glass of orange juice. Well, I had snuck down. I wasn't allowed to have anything to drink after 9pm. So, there I was sneaking into the kitchen when I saw my dad and grandmother talking in the middle of the kitchen and right in front if the fridge! Well, juice was out of the question.

I was about to sneak back upstairs when I heard my granny say:

"Are you sure? You don't have to do this. I know my daughter. Jeanette will come back on her own time."

"Listen just take care of the girl, okay Helena? I don't need your damn pity, especially from someone like you!" My dad's eyes were red as if he had been crying and he looked so angry.

I was scared of him in that moment. But I was concerned too. Was he leaving to find my mommy?

My dad was tall and handsome. He had a strong shoulders that he would always sit me on top of and pretend I was the Queen of the world. He always held me closely and I wasn't scared when he would swing me around because I knew he would never let me fall.

He turned from my grandmother in that instant. As if he was going to walk away. I panicked. I didn't care that I would get in trouble for sneaking downstairs. I didn't want my dad to go again. He was always leaving! But I felt like he would leave forever this time judging by his angry red eyes. But what about me?

"Daddy!" I shouted in my high pitched voice. He stopped immediately in his tracks.

I ran up to him grabbing the back of his legs.

"Daddy are you leaving now? Why? To find momma?" I asked him question after question after question.

He took so long to answer, but he finally turned around. And I immediately let go of his legs because of the redness of his eyes. Was he mad at me?

He just stared at me and then lowered to the ground in front of me.

"Queen Cameron, no matter what happens daddy loves his baby girl." His voice was so rough.

Did my daddy cry? Who made him? I looked to my grandmother. She had tears in her eyes too. What was going on! I wanted to know, but I was too afraid to ask.

"I have to go now my baby girl. I have to go back to the Army, to the war. Daddy is going to do everything he can to fight the bad guys. And to protect you. " He gave me a hug so hard that I could barely breath. Barely.

"Okay papa. You protect the Queen and when you come back I will make you the King!" I was suddenly excited that my dad was going to protect and keep us safe.