Facing The Past, Chapter One
**Don't worry, I'm not stopping "DENIAL" or "IN THE BEST INTEREST" but I'm gonna take a break from Denial for awhile, but I'll start back on it SOOn, I promise! Here's a summary and stuff you'll need for the story:)
Summary: Fifteen-year-old Callahan Dawson carries a dark secret with him, involving the strange circumstances of his nine-year-old brother, Cameron. Peter figures that Cal's angry behavior is just part of the effects of withdrawl, both physically and socially. When he finds out, it may be to late to help Cal...And Cameron...
New Characters: Just Cal.
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(Flashback, a year ago)
Nine-year-old Cameron Thomas Dawson was riding his bike when he saw a strange figure talking to his older brother, Callahan, then fourteen. He heard an argument starting as a friendly disagreement then escalating to a full-fledged fight. "Damn you, Dawson! When are you going to give me my money?!" the figure screamed and Cameron heard a sharp slap as he saw Callahan try to defend himself. "I don't owe you money, Jack!" Cal screamed. Then he saw Cameron. "Cam, go NOW. Or I'll tell mom you're eavesdropping!"
"But Cal, what's wrong?" Cameron demanded, his natural stubborness taking into play. "Nothing just go!" "Get out of here you little bitch," Jack snarled at Cameron. Cameron would've said something, but he was small for his age, barely sprouting at 4'7 and Jack was at least a foot and a half taller. So, he ran off wihtout a fight.
(Back to the present time)
Callahan slid down in the seat of his parents' minivan. His five-year-old brother, Christopher, and two-month-old brother, Christian, were in the middle seat, Chris babbling away. His parents were talking when his mom looked into the rearview mirror. "Cal, honey, you know why we're doing this, right?" she questioned her eldest. At glance, he looked much like his brothers. The sandy brown hair, the spareodic freckles, the fairness of his skin, even the fun, mischevious brown eyes. But there was something missing from the family, the nine-year-old brown haired boy, Cameron. Only no one knew where he was.
There was also something missing about Callahan. Cal use to be so sweet, always willing to talk, but in the past year, he had failed ninth grade, and became extremely moody. "SUre, mom," was his answer to his mom's question.
She just sighed and turned around. Soon CHristian started wailing so Cal turned on his walkman and his parents could hear the angry sounds of his "Freak on a Leash" CD. Before Cam's dissapearence, Cal would've never figured to even give a CD like that a chance. He was perfectly content with 80s, since that was what his parents listened to, and even an occasional country song.
His mom sighed and asked Chris to give Christian a bottle. Soon they drove up Horizon's driveway. A man they guessed as the headmaster, Peter Scarbrow, and a pretty woman by his side, Sophie Becker, slowly approached the slowing van.
Peter was, to say the least, a little confused by Callahan Dawson. His brother, Granger, had been a counselor during Peter's first few years at Horizon, when Cal was maybe six or seven and Cameron had been just a tiny baby, Christopher and CHristian not even imagined. Granger had bee much like Callahan before his downspiral-a sweet, caring kid that anyone could go to for advice.
When Peter heard that Cameron was missing, six months ago, he had immidiately thought the worse-that this would be another Adam Walsh case, where little Cameron would be found, alright, but dead. Now, though, they had no evidence to believe that Cameron was murdered, much less kidnapped. Most police figured the kid ranaway.
So when he found out that Callahan was going to be coming, he was confused. Granted, he hadn't seen the boy since Granger left about five years ago, but a kid couldn't change that much, or so he thought.
Now he watched as his parents unloaded the remaining two children, and Mr. Dawson struggled to get Callahan to turn down his music and "get his ass out". Finally, Callahan managed to get out of the van. Peter didn't notice anything different right away, besides the bitter look on his face. his hair was still "perfect", and his eyes still kind of humorous.
"Callahan," Peter greeted him. Cal managed a small smile and he even turned off his walkman completely. "Callahan, meet my wife, Sophie. SOphie, this is Granger Dawson's brother, Cal."
**Don't worry, I'm not stopping "DENIAL" or "IN THE BEST INTEREST" but I'm gonna take a break from Denial for awhile, but I'll start back on it SOOn, I promise! Here's a summary and stuff you'll need for the story:)
Summary: Fifteen-year-old Callahan Dawson carries a dark secret with him, involving the strange circumstances of his nine-year-old brother, Cameron. Peter figures that Cal's angry behavior is just part of the effects of withdrawl, both physically and socially. When he finds out, it may be to late to help Cal...And Cameron...
New Characters: Just Cal.
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(Flashback, a year ago)
Nine-year-old Cameron Thomas Dawson was riding his bike when he saw a strange figure talking to his older brother, Callahan, then fourteen. He heard an argument starting as a friendly disagreement then escalating to a full-fledged fight. "Damn you, Dawson! When are you going to give me my money?!" the figure screamed and Cameron heard a sharp slap as he saw Callahan try to defend himself. "I don't owe you money, Jack!" Cal screamed. Then he saw Cameron. "Cam, go NOW. Or I'll tell mom you're eavesdropping!"
"But Cal, what's wrong?" Cameron demanded, his natural stubborness taking into play. "Nothing just go!" "Get out of here you little bitch," Jack snarled at Cameron. Cameron would've said something, but he was small for his age, barely sprouting at 4'7 and Jack was at least a foot and a half taller. So, he ran off wihtout a fight.
(Back to the present time)
Callahan slid down in the seat of his parents' minivan. His five-year-old brother, Christopher, and two-month-old brother, Christian, were in the middle seat, Chris babbling away. His parents were talking when his mom looked into the rearview mirror. "Cal, honey, you know why we're doing this, right?" she questioned her eldest. At glance, he looked much like his brothers. The sandy brown hair, the spareodic freckles, the fairness of his skin, even the fun, mischevious brown eyes. But there was something missing from the family, the nine-year-old brown haired boy, Cameron. Only no one knew where he was.
There was also something missing about Callahan. Cal use to be so sweet, always willing to talk, but in the past year, he had failed ninth grade, and became extremely moody. "SUre, mom," was his answer to his mom's question.
She just sighed and turned around. Soon CHristian started wailing so Cal turned on his walkman and his parents could hear the angry sounds of his "Freak on a Leash" CD. Before Cam's dissapearence, Cal would've never figured to even give a CD like that a chance. He was perfectly content with 80s, since that was what his parents listened to, and even an occasional country song.
His mom sighed and asked Chris to give Christian a bottle. Soon they drove up Horizon's driveway. A man they guessed as the headmaster, Peter Scarbrow, and a pretty woman by his side, Sophie Becker, slowly approached the slowing van.
Peter was, to say the least, a little confused by Callahan Dawson. His brother, Granger, had been a counselor during Peter's first few years at Horizon, when Cal was maybe six or seven and Cameron had been just a tiny baby, Christopher and CHristian not even imagined. Granger had bee much like Callahan before his downspiral-a sweet, caring kid that anyone could go to for advice.
When Peter heard that Cameron was missing, six months ago, he had immidiately thought the worse-that this would be another Adam Walsh case, where little Cameron would be found, alright, but dead. Now, though, they had no evidence to believe that Cameron was murdered, much less kidnapped. Most police figured the kid ranaway.
So when he found out that Callahan was going to be coming, he was confused. Granted, he hadn't seen the boy since Granger left about five years ago, but a kid couldn't change that much, or so he thought.
Now he watched as his parents unloaded the remaining two children, and Mr. Dawson struggled to get Callahan to turn down his music and "get his ass out". Finally, Callahan managed to get out of the van. Peter didn't notice anything different right away, besides the bitter look on his face. his hair was still "perfect", and his eyes still kind of humorous.
"Callahan," Peter greeted him. Cal managed a small smile and he even turned off his walkman completely. "Callahan, meet my wife, Sophie. SOphie, this is Granger Dawson's brother, Cal."