As I pulled into my driveway, I saw not one, but two cars in front of my house. There was moms silver Range Rover in the driveway, in my usal spot. And a black BMW parked in the front, by the curb.

I pulled in behind my moms car and got out, slamming my door, making it well known that I was not in a good mood. I slung my Kate Spade messenger bag over my shoulder, and ran a hand through my hair.

"What the fuck?" I whispered as I went up to the car. The license plate was a random series of numbers, their wasn't a hula girl on the dash, nor were there plush dice hanging from the rearview mirror.

Perfectly good car for a douche bag.

Zach pulled into his driveway, and walked to the edge of is yard.

"Who's car is that?" he asked.

I turned back to him, "I have no clue."

I looked into the front window of the house, I didn't see anyone but I knew she was in there.

"Okay," I sighed, "I gotta go."

"You coming over later?"

"Yeah," I walked up to my door, and turned back to Zach. "I'll be there as soon as possible."

He nodded," Just," he paused, "be careful."

He turned to walked back into his house, "Cam?" I looked back at him.

"Try not to act to stoned or drunk, okay?" he chuckled.

"Okay," I smiled a little.

"Maybe keep the glasses on," he tapped his own pair of sunglasses.

"Right," I gave him one nod.

And with that, I opened my solid oak wooden door.

As soon as I shut the door, I heard her laughing.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Cameron?" she asked. "We are in the kitchen," moms voice traveled into the foyer.

I walked into the kitchen, I saw mom standing on one side of the island with a man on the other end.

She had a glass of wine in her hand and so did the man, there was a half empty bottle in the center of the spotless counter top.

"Cameron," mom put on face smile that was more of a grimace. "Its good to see you again, your looking...well...we'll discuss that later," I furrowed my brows. But the man notised nothing wrong with it.

She came forward and opened her bird like, skinny arms for a hug.

She wrapped her arms around me, I did not hug back.

"Your looking very bloated Cameron, are you drinking enough water, counting your calories?" she whispered in my ear.

"I-" she stopped me by squeazing harder. It was started to hurt, not to mention awkward.

"Hug back you brat," she hissed.

I didn't obey, I managed to get out her grasp and walk to the opposite side of the counter. I dropped my bag into the floor, it crashed with clang for the metal rungs on it.

I slide of the army jacket and through it over the back of one of the bar stools.

"Cameron, I'd like you to meet Michael, he's been...in my life for a while now," she said. I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

Is the code for Im seeing this person but don't have the balls to come out and tell you?

"Cammie, its nice to finally meet you, I'm Michael Townsend. Your mother has told me so much about you," he smiled. He had an accent, British.

He stuck out his hand, I shook it.

"Its Cameron," I said coolly. Only people I actually cared for called my anything other than Cameron. Notice how my mother calls me Cameron. Only occasionally she calls me something else.

"Right," he smiled. "Well, how was your day at school?" he asked. His smile was just as fake as his tan.

I looked at my mother who was chugging back the red wine.

"Cut the bull shit, why are you here?" I snapped.

"Cameron!" Mother snapped.

"What?" I cut my eyes to her. "What do you except me to say? Hi, welcome to the family! Is it okay if I call you dad?" I said with fake cheeriness. "Well that not going to happen, okay? So just tell me when your leaving and Ill help you pack."

"Cut the attidude, young lady, I will not be having it!" Mother said.

"Do you know what Im not having?" I asked. "Im not having thatfact that you waltz inhere and think everythings fine! Its not! not after what you did! Not after dad went missing! How could you do that to him?"

"Do what, Cameron? Start seeing Michael? Its been four god dammed years! Get over it!" she screamed.

"Not that! Everything you have ever done! Hitting me, leaving me, blaming it all on me, then going around and have sex with everyone and continue to put me down!" I screamed.

"This is not the time to discuss this Cameron!" she snapped. Looking at Michael. who didn't seem to be bothered by the screaming match.

I screamed in frustration and ran up the stairs. When I got to my room, I pulled down a duffel bag and stuffed four changes of clothes and pajamas into it. Along with my phone charger and makeup bag and tooth brush. I hooked Winston, who had been locked in my bathroom (By my mother),into his leashed and grabbed a few of his things. Like food and two his toys.

I picked up my bag and pulled Winston downstairs. Luckily he didn't put up much of a fight to leaving. I don't think he liked mom very much.

"Where are you going?!" mom asked as I walked into the kitchen to retrieve my purse and jacket.

"Like you give a damn! Have a nice life bitch!" I called and slammed the door.

I ran over the Goodes, Zach opened the door.

"Hey, are you okay," he asked.

I handed him Winston's leash, who ran into the house at the sight of Remi.

"Can you, like, watch him. I gotta go, I'll be back, I just need to clear my head." I said franticly.

"Yeah, sure. Where are you going?" he asked as I slid my jacket on.

"I don't know," I answered.

"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked.

"No!" I said. I sighed, "I'll be back later, thanks."

I walked off of his front porch with my bags in hand.

"Be careful Cammie!" he called.

I through my duffle bag into the back seat and my purse into the passenger seat.

I started the car and drove off.


I don't know why, but I drove to Grants. Maybe because his home life was drastically different than mine. And that's what I wanted, needed. Different.

He lived on the less extravagant side of town, the houses were less then modest and the cars sometimes wouldn't start.

When I knocked on Grants front door, his mother opened it.

I liked his mother, she was a kind women that worked hard to insure that Grant had everything he needed and then some. Which wasn't easy considering that she was the only one paying the bills. Grants dad left when he was five, after he drank all of the families money away.

"Cammie! Come on," she smiled as she opened the door.

"Hello, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm well, and you?" I asked.

"Oh Cammie," she chuckled, "Always so articulate."

I smiled a little, taking it as a complement, I couldn't take anymore insults.

"Grants upstairs, I have to leave for work but, it was so nice talking to you." She smiled. As she slipped on her jacket and grabbed a set of keys.

"You too," I smiled. As she walked towards the door. I walked too the steep narrow stair case.

I was up the steps before the groan of her Volkswagen sounded, and a the squeal of her breaks signaled she was backing out of the driveway.

"Grant?" I called. Through the hallway, it was a slightly narrow passage way that was dim and lined with pictures.

Pictures of Grant form every grade school picture that was ever taken. Pictures of Grant and the family dog, that passed away last spring. Pictures of Grant and his mother.

I stopped walking and stood in front of this picture.

"Cammie?" he called from the other end of the hall.

The picture was a few years old, Grant and his mother had smiled adorned on their faces and their cheeks were pushed together. Grants mother was in the middle of laughing.

"Cammie?" he called once again I ignored him.

I was suppoed to be the girl that had everything.

The fancy car, expensive clothes, seemingly perfect body.

And I guess I had all of those, but I really had nothing.

Nothing.

"Cam? Earth to Cam?" he walked towards me.

I stated at the picture.

Grant didn't have everything.

But he had everything that I wanted.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I shook my head slightly.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

I shook my head again.

"Cammie?" concern filled his voice. "What happened?"

I didn't answer, a tear slipped down my cheek, taking mascara particles with it.

He hugged me.

"What's the matter?" he repeated.

"I'm alone," I whispered into his chest as I cried into his chest.

"Oh Cammie," he sighed, "Your not alone," he lied.

I looked up at him, "Do you really believe that?" I asked.

He sighed again.

"Cams," he rubbed my back. "Its going to get better."

"They have too," he said.

"Your too pretty for things not to go right," he said.

I tensed.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I took a step away from him.

"Oh come on Cammie," he sighed. For like the millionth time. "You know what Im talking about."

"I do?" I questioned.

"Things always go your way," he said.

"Since when?" I asked.

"They always have, always will." he said.

"No they havnt," I argued.

"Yes they have, your just stuck in Cammie land, worrying about your self, to see what everyone else is going through," he snapped.

I stared at him.

"I shouldn't have said that," he said.

"No, I'm glad you did," I said. "Thanks for telling me how you feel. I'll stay out of your life."

I turned and ran down the stair.

"Cammie, I didn't mean that!" He called. I was standing with my hand on the front door knob and he was on the third to last stair.

"You sure about that?" I snapped.

I walked out of the door.


I was just driving.

I don't know where too yet.

There is trees on both sides of the rode.

The only lights on this rode are coming from my own car.

I had a lot compared to Grant. I wish he could have the things I have. I wish I could be loved the way his mother loves him.

Zach had called my phone twice since I left his house, leaving me one message. Telling me to at least be carful and not do anything stupid. And that he would be up when I got home.

Grant didn't call at all.

Zach was the only one that bothered to contact me.

Grant was right about a lot.

But there is one thing he is surely wrong about.

Pretty girls have it bad too.


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