Making Me Laugh (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 19 - Are You Alright?

Samm's POV(: -

As I lifted up my head, I felt something moving underneath me. Like any normal person, I flew off the couch, and looked for something to attack. I had always kept a baseball bat in the kitchen incase of an emergency like this. Before I could attack the intruder, Damon's head whizzed up as he rubbed his sleep eyes.

"Why do you have a baseball bat?" He asked.

"Oh, I was just, ya know. Practicing my swings?" My voice faded out and I just looked at Damon. He chuckled before plopping his head back down onto the pillow and going back to sleep.

I smiled at him before releasing the bat and going to my room. My camera was calling me, tempting me with its beautiful sleek curves. Walking towards it, I picked up the Canon and just looked at it. This camera was one of my biggest prize possessions. If I had to get rid of anything and only keep five things, they would be:

1) My Canon camera.

2) My phone with its charger.

3) My glasses

4) My super large jumper so I wouldn't be naked

5) My really warm, thick, fuzzy blanket.

It's pathetic, but I loved that camera with all my life. It was a gift my dad gave me a week before he left. I would never forget the fucking horrible week.

-FLASHBACK TIME BAYBAY-

"Samantha, come in here!" My father called. I left my room and ran towards my father. He was laying on his chair, beer in hand. His cigar was lit and I scrunched up my nose as I approached him.

"Yes Daddy?"

"I got you an early birthday present." He smiled his yellowing smile before getting up from his chair. As he got up, a scent so strong it was sickening, hit my nose and I half gagged. I guess that's what happened when you don't move for five days. (Not even to go pee. He'd call for an empty bottle, tell me to leave the room, and call me back to empty the bottle in the toilet.)

"This is for you." He handed me a large brown box with the word AMAZON printed in large black letters.

"How do I open it?" Curiosity was getting the better of me as I reached for Daddy's knife that was conveniently placed next to his ash tray.

"Don't touch that!" He screeched before I could grasp the knife. 'Stupid girl.' He muttered under his breath as he grabbed the knife himself.

Cutting the box slowly, painfully slowly, he finally opened it and the scent of 'new' hit my nostrils, covering the rotting scent of my father.

My father placed his hands inside the box and lifted a black, sleek object out of it.

"Daddy, what's that?" I asked.

"It's a camera, Samantha. You can film and take pictures on it." He smiled his yellow smile as he carefully handed me the camera.

"I thought it would be heavier." I said blurted. At a very young age, I had started talking. No one had ever taught me when to be silent or how to keep a moment good by basking in the silence. I always spoke my mind and it got me into trouble way to many times.

"I made sure it was light enough for you to carry."

"Thank you Daddy! I love it!" I placed the camera back in the box and gave him a tight hug.

He didn't return the hug, just patted my back.

"I'll see you later, Samantha. Daddy's got to go somewhere, but I'll be back for your birthday. It's a big one, you're turning double digits. You're becoming old!"