Hell On the Heart

Heaven help the fool who did her wrong
It's too late, too bad, she's too far gone
He should've thought of that
Before he left her all alone

-Clay Walker

Part II

Then there was a night when her father called, for no special occasion, and she was surprised.

"Dad?" she wondered, answering the phone.

"Cammie," he said, in the voice he'd used for so long. So void of any emotion— so empty. "Something's happened."

Cammie looked around her room at the moment. Her roommate, Macey McHenry, was snoozing in her bed as it was almost five in the morning. Taylor lay in the bed with her, still sound asleep, one arm draped casually around her waist.

"Something like what?" she asked, trying not to let her nerves get to her.

"It's Ashton," he murmured, and if Cammie didn't know better she would have sworn she heard remorse in his voice.

"Ashton?" Cammie asked, unable to help herself. Ashton was her eldest brother. The one whom had run away, they had barely heard from in four years. "What happened?"

A feeling of dread washed over her as she anticipated what her father would say.

"He's back," her father said, and Cammie thought she heard his voice soften. "He's home."

"Dad—"

"I'd like for you to come home."

"What?" Cammie replied, her voice unconsciously growing louder as she became more agitated. Taylor stirred next to her, but didn't wake. Cammie's eyes snapped across the room to Macey, whose eyes were now open and observing.

Macey was the only one at Huntington that knew about her family— the whole nine yards.

"I want you to come home."

"For how long?" she asked, unable to keep lying down. She slipped from the covers, out of Taylor's arms and navigated around the dimly lit room.

"Permanently."

She almost dropped the phone.

"I. . ." she shook her head, and glanced over at Macey, who was now sitting up, looking at her with a questioning gaze. "What?"

"I want you to come home," her father repeated. "We need to be a family again."

"Dad I don't think—"

"Ashton is home. And Calvin's sentence is almost up. I think its due time we be a family again."

"Dad," Cammie said again, softly. "I don't want to come home."

"Cammie—"

"You don't care about us. I know you don't. If you had I wouldn't have been shipped off here anyway," she took a breath. "We haven't been a family for a while."

"Cameron," he said. "Don't be childish about this. You are coming home."

"I don't want to."

"We are going to fix this family."

Cammie bit her teeth together, her heart conflicted. Of course she did not want to leave Huntington. This was her home now. She didn't want to give that up. But her father— actually wanting to care for her? He sounded sincere, and she hadn't heard him speak like that in forever.

She took a breath.

"I need to talk to Cal."

"Cam—"

"I'll call you back later," she murmured. "Bye dad."

He tried to speak again but she had already clicked the end button and set the phone down on the window sill.

She glanced over at Taylor, who seemed to be waking up, a bit dazed.

"Cam?" he called, looking around for her.

"Here," she said, and slid back into the bed before he could wonder if something was wrong. "I just had to pee."

He laughed lightly, and tightened his arms around her. "Good," he muttered, before his head relaxed back into the pillow, and he was back out.

Across the room Cammie met her best friend's icy blue eyes. Macey's eyes were all knowing, maybe even a bit sympathetic. Macey nodded her head at Cammie. She knew

Cammie never told Taylor anything about her family. Macey didn't know why, but she assumed it was because Cammie thought he would go kicking and screaming if he found out one of her brothers was a killer.

AN: This Shows Taylor and Cammie's relationship, and what's going on with her family..
Next Chapter will introduce Zach. ;)

The double chapter update was for the super short chapters... sorry but its set up in a way that all the chapter are short. Oh well :P

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