Guile stooped above Cammy gazing at her with eyes that blazed with a mixture of extreme anger and disappointment.
"So this is what you have been doing everyday instead of going to school?"
Cammy felt her face redden. She looked at the ground and said quietly.
"No."
"Well than what the hell have you been doing!?"
Again, quietly, Cammy stammered.
"Ken…he…he has been training me."
"Training you? For what? That! I have never heard of that kind of training. What's really going on is that he is just some punk rich kid who is trying to get some. I never thought you would fall for something like that Cammy."
Cammy stood and faced Guile defiantly.
"Don't you dare talk about him like that Guile! You think you know what's going on with me, but you can't even begin to understand. Ken does."
"Maybe that's a good thing. If I ever found Melissa like this I…"
Cammy interrupted Guile screaming as tears began to roll down her face.
"Well I'm not Melissa, I'm not your daughter, and you're NOT my father!"
She was so angry that he body was shaking. She continued.
"Ken is the only other person, besides my dad, who has ever really understood me. You took my dad away and now you want to take Ken away. I will not let you steal from me twice!"
Ken, who had been standing on the sidelines of this battle, now walked to be by Cammy's side. He stared at Guile with the same defiant look she had met him with earlier. Guile breathed deeply and spoke more softly. Choosing his words carefully.
"Is that what you think? That I took Charlie away from you, that I caused this to happen, that I wanted it to?"
"You weren't powerless to stop it. But you WANTED him with you. You didn't even stop to think who and what he was…"
Cammy faltered.
"…is, who and what he is to me."
Guile began to walk towards Cammy as he yelled.
"Do you honestly think that you are the only one suffering!? That I don't feel pain and guilt about what happened, that I'm not doing everything in my power to find him?"
Ken silently stepped between Cammy and Guile placing a stern look on his face. Guile began to laugh. His laugh held a hint of hurt in it.
"I see how it is, you have some boy to protect you now? I can tell you this much Cammy; he can't protect you forever. Just like your father couldn't. Pretty soon you're going to have to face reality and stop blaming others for what couldn't have been helped."
Cammy was sobbing now. Ken turned to hold her but she pushed him back and started to run off.
"Cammy!"
Ken began to run after her but was stopped by Guile.
"Let her go, I'm not finished with you."
Ken turned around angrily. Just who did this guy think he was anyway? Their faces were inches apart, their angry eyes staring deeply into each other's. Guile spoke first.
"So, how old are you kid?"
"18. What's it matter to you?"
"You really are just some stupid rich kid. Just stay away from her from now on and I won't have to hurt you. You are not what she needs right now."
"Apparently I am. Actually, I think you are the one who needs to stay away from Cammy, or I might have to hurt you."
"Right kid. I could snap you in two."
Guile reared back to throw a hard punch right into Ken's face. However he found himself thrusting into thin air. He was barely able to regain his balance. The next thing he heard was Ken's arrogant voice.
"I can tell you used to be a great fighter, but it seems you have become a little slow in you old age."
Guile grunted in anger, yet stood in awe. How had this kid managed to dodge him?
"You wish kid. I actually was going a little easy on you. I didn't really think you had had any training. I guess you didn't totally lie to Cammy."
"I didn't lie to her at all. I want to help her. She is going through a lot."
"Oh you were defiantly helping…yourself!"
Ken almost blushed remembering the position he and Cammy has been in when Guile arrived.
"It wasn't like that. Cammy is unlike any person I have ever met. I really care about her."
"Well it sure as hell looked like that! You took advantage of her."
"What's wrong with it if we both care about each other. Just because it isn't what you want?"
"You think she cares about you but all she really cares about is someone to keep her from having to face the truth about her father's disappearance."
"And you know this truth for sure?"
"Well no. But she can't live in a fantasy, as much as it hurts me to say it, he is more than likely dead. I have faced it, so should she."
"What power do you have to decide that? You and her are two totally different people. Just because you feel a certain way doesn't mean she should have to. You can't take her hope away. It's all she has left!"
Guile was left speechless. Ken gave Guile one more angry gaze before he turned and began to walk away.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and find Cammy; she doesn't need to be alone."
Guile again grabbed Ken's arm. Ken was about to punch Guile until he saw his blue eyes. They looked tired, hurt, and sorry.
"I'm coming too. I think I know where she's headed."
Cammy was running. She had heard Ken call after her. She felt bad about pushing him away but she had to get away from Guile. It was ridiculous for him to say that she was using Ken. He had no idea. Ken was someone solid for her; he didn't leave. That's what she wanted. Cammy stopped running when she reached a house, her father's house. She hadn't been here since the last night she saw her dad. She pulled on the tags around her neck and heard his voice in her head. "I want you to take these and hold them for me. Keep them with you the whole time I am gone, because I am going to come back to get them from you." She had always believed every word he said. There used to be no doubt in her mind that he would tell her the truth. Now she wasn't so sure. Damn Guile. Suddenly she heard thunder boom as lightning flashed. Rain began pouring down. She stood there for a while, letting the cool water run down her body in an attempt to cleanse her mind. After a few more moments, Cammy headed towards the front door. She pulled a key out from under the porch mat and opened the door. Everything was the same, yet utterly different. Everything she saw had new meanings to her; opened a different part of her. Those new openings hurt. She continued through the house, up the stairs and into her father's room. She sat on his bed looking at the pictures he placed beside them. There was one of him and Guile together, at their high school graduation. The rest were of her at various stages of her life. He had even managed to get one of her as a baby. Cammy laid on the bed, curled into a tight ball, and began to cry softly. Not for herself, but for her father. She knew he would never purposely break a promise he had made. That meant something horrible had to have happened to him. He was so good to her, even when he was punishing her. He always tried to be fair and most of all, tried to understand her feelings. Most importantly however, she loved him for him. She had loved him since the first day he came into her life. Cammy heard someone enter the room. Probably was Guile. The person just stood there. Cammy didn't only spoke.
"Go away Guile, I don't want to see you."
The person remained in the doorway. Now she was a little angry, couldn't he understand she wanted to be alone? She spoke as she sat up to face the doorway.
"I told you, just leave me…"
Cammy stopped, as her eyes grew wide with disbelief.
"Dad?!"