I stared into my mother's eyes as we came to the final check in where only people with tickets were allowed to pass. Renee was a mother I would miss when I went to Forks, but I told myself that I needed to do this. Bella needed this. If I didn't leave now Bella and my mom would never again speak to each other. After she slept with that boy, Alex, they hadn't talked much. Bella regretted it, and I could tell that. Me and my sister had a different personality. She tried to be the oldest, the mature one, but I'd always exceeded in the role.
Charlie, my father, was the only one I could go to that my mom would allow. She didn't trust anyone else with my well beings. I was surprised when I felt a tear fall down my face. Renee looked into my eyes.
"Why are you doing this Cameron? You don't want to," she said the last part as a statement not a question.
"Mom, if I don't do this, you will lose your daughter forever. I have to leave. You need to take her on the road with you when you and Phil go on the minor league. That's your only chance. I do want to go to Forks, but I don't want to lose you, mom. Just remember this isn't personal towards you or Bella," I said as I hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, grabbed my luggage, and headed to the last check in. I smiled over my shoulder.
The security guards eyed me warily when they saw my Sais in my luggage. I held up my paperwork. They read it carefully before letting me pass. I looked back and waved goodbye to my mom. That was the last time I would see my mom for the months to follow.
I didn't register the whole trip to Forks. All I remembered was the transfer wait, and then when Charlie came to pick me up. I smiled at him as I dragged my luggage towards him. My foot caught in a crack in the cement and I came crashing down my lugged propelled at Charlie as I hit the cold cement floor.
As my head it the asphalt, it happened. The visions I'd been working years to suppress were back. I saw my sister back home gloating, and crying in her loneliness. I felt Charlie's hand on my shoulder, and I came back.
"I'm so sorry dad, I guess I inherited the klutziness in the family with Bella," I said. Charlie looked worried, but her smiled as he led me to his car.
It was about ten minutes down the road, my things in the trunk that we spoke again, or Charlie spoke. "So, umm about the car you wanted to buy," he coughed uncomfortable.
"Yes, when we going to go look for one," I asked as I sighed imagining myself in a dark grey mustang driving through Forks. I chuckled at the thought.
"Well, I found a good car for you," he said hesitantly. He didn't believe I would believe that.
"Good for me how?" I raised an eyebrow and gazed at him unsteadily.
"Well it's old, and stable," he said still cautious.
"How old?"
"It was bought in 83, but I think it was new in the sixties," he said. He didn't believe that I would be able to repair this thing. I never thought of myself in a truck so I didn't even imagine learning fact about trucks.
"Dad I don't know how to fix trucks, what if it breaks down, besides I don't have all the money yet." I explained to him.
"Well the thing is, I already bought it for you. Sort of a home coming present," he said.
Wow, a free car. I shut up then and then we drifted back to silence. I wasn't stupid. I didn't look a free truck in the mouth, or engine.
When we got to his house, I nearly fell over in awe of the truck. It was old surly, but I could see myself cruising along, probably on a restricted speed, in this truck. The only problem was that I hate red. I think my dad knew that because once we got inside I saw a bucket of car paint sitting on the kitchen counter.
I walked up the stairs, and into my bedroom. It was surprising to see that me and my sister's bedroom could look the same. My dad had exchanged, or had put it in storage our old bunk bed because now a queen sized bed sat in the middle of the room. Raphael from the ninja turtles as it's comforter. It was kind of childish, but I was glad that at night I wouldn't be the only one holding Sais.
Today was Sunday, and that meant that tomorrow would be the first day of school. I gulped at the thought. It was unnerving being the new kid because you never knew if people would like you or not. Charlie left me in peace to unpack after all my stuff was in the room.
I looked out into the front yard watching the blank street that every once and a while a car would pass by. That frequency of cars passing your house here was amazing to me. I was so use to hearing car after car pass by.
I unpacked slowly because I was contemplating where I could put my training course at. I knew it would rain on my coarse when I'm training, but I could work around that. I could fill my sand bags with pebbles all the way to the top so that when it rains the bags won't get heavier because the rocks are wet like sand would.
I stashed my last clothes into my dresser here when I was yanked out of reality by another vision. It was another of my sister. She was sitting on a lot of boxes, tears pouring down her face. I could hear her say my name, and I was tempted to reach out for her, but I wasn't really there. I was just seeing this. As I came back I looked around for a phone, and found one on the computer desk in my room that literally held the oldest version of a computer.
I dialed Bella's number, and waited her to answer. She did, but didn't say hello she was sniffling in the phone trying to calm herself before talking. I sighed, I knew this was going to be hard. Ever since she did it with Alex she lost touch with her mom as a consult, and we'd gotten close, but I wouldn't come back even if she begged me to. I knew she needed this, but I couldn't stand to ignore the pain she was feeling.
The cause of our closeness was because when Mom first found out about Alex she freaked out and said a lot of things she regretted after they came out of her mouth to Bella. Bella never forgave her, but my mom wanted the chance to rekindle things with my sister. This was the only way I could give her that chance.
"Hello," Bella sniffed as I thought about that fight maybe a month and a half ago.
"Hey Bells. It's Cameron," I said fighting the crack in my voice that was going to come eventually. Bella sniffed and I imagined tears falling down her face.
"Why did you leave me here Cameron," she asked in a whisper into the phone. I could tell I hurt her a lot, but I knew in the long run she would get over this.
"I left you there Bella because you need to give mom another chance. She regrets all that she said to you, and has tried to make it up to you, but I notice that us being so close you haven't given her that chance. Bella don't be angry about this, and you can talk to me whenever you want, but I had to do this. You needed to give mom another chance somehow." I explained to her. I could still sense the tears falling down her face.
"Cameron you're all I have. I let all my friends slip because I was so ashamed of it," she told me.
"I know Bella, but you need a fresh start, and mom will give you that," I told her.
"I guess I should go," Bella said. "I love you."
"I love you too Bells," I said before hanging the phone up.
I went to my luggage and took out my Sais. I then down to the kitchen and browsed around until I found nails and a hammer. I then returned upstairs, mumbling a hello to Charlie along the way. I place a single Sai on the wall. Places a nail where it would keep it up on the wall, and continued to do that until both Sais were on the wall, crisscrossing each other.
I walked downstairs and went to sit by Charlie to watch the football game. Seahawks were losing again, what a surprise. I actually had a question for Charlie.
"Dad do you think we could run to a home depot, or best buy right now?" I asked knowing he was going to react weirdly. Sure enough he looked at me like I was crazy.
"Cameron the nearest Best Buy, or Home Depot is in Port Angeles. What do you need there?" he asked looking at me like I was crazy. I bet he couldn't imagine why a boy would want to miss the game. It was kind of hard to watch the Seahawks when you knew they were going to lose when it was 35 to 6 and it was the last quarter.
"Dad I need to get things for my training course. I want to get things to build a building out back against the trees where I can train in peace," I said not seeing how that was crazy. Charlie's eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.
"Where do you have the money to do this?" he asked, suspicious that I wanted some of his money. Typical, get him a car and that's all the money he'll spend on me.
I looked at the clock, I left last night, slept on the train, and all I wanted to do now was start building before I had to deal with school tomorrow. It was only nine in the morning, and judging by the DVR beneath dad's television this was a rerun football game. Football didn't start till at least twelve here. I think.
"Dad since you bought my car for me I have a few thousand dollars to do this. I was planning on getting a new car so that's why I saved so much. That truck is more than I could have hoped for though. It's perfect," I said so he knew that I wasn't mad about the car.
Dad looked at me, sighed, and pushed record on the DVR. I smiled as he got up reluctantly and followed me out the door to his cruiser. He knew as well as I that there was no way this car was going to get to Port Angeles and back without some problem occurring. However I told him that he couldn't pull anyone over on the high way. He looked at me and glared.
"Dad if you have to arrest someone that there will be no room for my stuff in the back of the cruiser," I pointed out. He glared at me when he reversed and headed towards Port Angeles.
Three and a half hours later we returned with the trunk propped open and things held down by string. The back seat was filled and the windows were down so the last boards stuck out them. Charlie was glaring at me, because this only cost about five hundred dollars. The things that were really expensive were the tiles.
"Take this all inside and place it in the kitchen. I want you to design this place before you start building on your own free will." I chuckled at that. Charlie just marched inside. I didn't mind. I'd do everything myself if I needed to.