Chapter 2 - Life Inside of Cameron Manor
Two days had passed since Kayla's talk with Lily, and now she was alone in the house with her parents.
The parents who shied away from her unless it was to lecture or voice their disappointment in her. The parents who would rather go on trips to Pairs, New York, Milan or Sydney than spend time with their only daughter. The parents that Kayla wished that would go to hell every single day of her life.
Maxwell Cameron was the male image of Kayla with his black hair and smoke gray eyes. But that's where the common images stopped. Max stood tall at 6 foot 1, but had a lean and pathetic build. His hands were always manicured by the best of beauticians, his graying hair always black, and if a gray hair should take place, it could easily be taken care of with a trip to the beautician once again.
Only the finest robes made of the finest materials were allowed to touch his soft, womanish skin.
Max liked fast women and hard liquor, and paid well for both of them. Liquor though, liquor was what he lived for. Hot women and sex was just a benefit in life for him, a luxury. It was rare for you to find Maxwell Cameron sober. During any time of the day. And if he didn't get his usual tumble in some woman's bed that night, he took his sexual frustration out on his wife, then go and find his kid to knock some sense into her, just for the hell of it, and because he knew he could.
Some people claimed that he loved his child, but not really. To him, Kayla Cameron was just someone else to boss around. A man like him in his point of view didn't need love to survive. As long as there was liquor swimming pleasantly in his head, and his body sated by many lovely women, all was good with the world.
Maxwell Cameron was a hard man who wasn't to be crossed, and ran his household, sober or not, with an iron hand.
Abigail Knight-Cameron on the other hand had a bad temper yet she could be nice and kind at the same time. Abigail had blond hair and cold blue eyes that always reminded Kayla of the Lake at Hogwarts when it was frosted over. She had soft curves for a 37 year old lady, and was rather short in Kayla's opinion, standing at 5 foot 5.
Abigail despised any liquor besides wine and champagne, and hated having anything to do with intimacy with her husband. She had a taste for the expensive and extravagant, and loved to travel, and hardly ever took on lovers.
And like most mothers, she felt a connection with her daughter - especially since she got fat and carried her around for nine months. She loved her daughter, but never showed it. She really didn't even know what it really was.
The way that Kayla had it figured out was that if it hadn't been for her friendship with James, Sirius and Lily from the crib up she would have been just as cold, just as snobby as her mother, and just as hard and demanding as her father. In Kayla's mind, she owed everything to the Potter's, Black's and Evans', everything.
And, she owed everything and more to the Evans'. They were always there for her, like her own family wasn't, they gave her the people that she thought of as her family. Whenever someone was to ask who her parent's were, Nicolas and Alexandra Evans' images were the ones in her mind. If they asked if she had any siblings, Lily was the one who came to mind. They gave her the family that she didn't know that could exist for her. They are the ones that gave her love, and taught her what it was.
Abigail tried to be a mother to Kayla, but every time she tried she failed. And Kayla appreciated the effort, but her mother couldn't give her what she needed. Abigail was too worried about her next trip, or her clothes, or her hair to be worried about her daughter. And while Kayla didn't hold her Mother responsible for her vanity, she always wished, if just for one day, that her mother would love her as only a Mother can love her child. Even if it was for only one day. Even if she got that treatment from Alexandra Evans, she wanted to know what it was like to get that kind of treatment from the woman who nurtured her in her womb, the woman who went through labor for her, the woman who was supposed to be her Mother. Only once. She only wanted to know the feeling once, but as far as Kayla was concerned, Abigail Cameron didn't even know that she had a daughter half of the times, and the other half she was too vain to take any notice and spend time with the daughter that she gave birth to.
All in all, Cameron Manor had to be the coldest, gloomiest place you could set your eyes upon. It was a place that if you were smart, you'd stay away from at all costs. In Kayla's opinion, Cameron Manor had the spookiness of an ancient, deserted castle that was falling apart from the seams on down. But, this was what she was supposed to call home.
'How sad is that?' Kayla thought after the brief summary of her life at home flashed behind her eyes.
Two days had passed since Kayla's talk with Lily, and now she was alone in the house with her parents.
The parents who shied away from her unless it was to lecture or voice their disappointment in her. The parents who would rather go on trips to Pairs, New York, Milan or Sydney than spend time with their only daughter. The parents that Kayla wished that would go to hell every single day of her life.
Maxwell Cameron was the male image of Kayla with his black hair and smoke gray eyes. But that's where the common images stopped. Max stood tall at 6 foot 1, but had a lean and pathetic build. His hands were always manicured by the best of beauticians, his graying hair always black, and if a gray hair should take place, it could easily be taken care of with a trip to the beautician once again.
Only the finest robes made of the finest materials were allowed to touch his soft, womanish skin.
Max liked fast women and hard liquor, and paid well for both of them. Liquor though, liquor was what he lived for. Hot women and sex was just a benefit in life for him, a luxury. It was rare for you to find Maxwell Cameron sober. During any time of the day. And if he didn't get his usual tumble in some woman's bed that night, he took his sexual frustration out on his wife, then go and find his kid to knock some sense into her, just for the hell of it, and because he knew he could.
Some people claimed that he loved his child, but not really. To him, Kayla Cameron was just someone else to boss around. A man like him in his point of view didn't need love to survive. As long as there was liquor swimming pleasantly in his head, and his body sated by many lovely women, all was good with the world.
Maxwell Cameron was a hard man who wasn't to be crossed, and ran his household, sober or not, with an iron hand.
Abigail Knight-Cameron on the other hand had a bad temper yet she could be nice and kind at the same time. Abigail had blond hair and cold blue eyes that always reminded Kayla of the Lake at Hogwarts when it was frosted over. She had soft curves for a 37 year old lady, and was rather short in Kayla's opinion, standing at 5 foot 5.
Abigail despised any liquor besides wine and champagne, and hated having anything to do with intimacy with her husband. She had a taste for the expensive and extravagant, and loved to travel, and hardly ever took on lovers.
And like most mothers, she felt a connection with her daughter - especially since she got fat and carried her around for nine months. She loved her daughter, but never showed it. She really didn't even know what it really was.
The way that Kayla had it figured out was that if it hadn't been for her friendship with James, Sirius and Lily from the crib up she would have been just as cold, just as snobby as her mother, and just as hard and demanding as her father. In Kayla's mind, she owed everything to the Potter's, Black's and Evans', everything.
And, she owed everything and more to the Evans'. They were always there for her, like her own family wasn't, they gave her the people that she thought of as her family. Whenever someone was to ask who her parent's were, Nicolas and Alexandra Evans' images were the ones in her mind. If they asked if she had any siblings, Lily was the one who came to mind. They gave her the family that she didn't know that could exist for her. They are the ones that gave her love, and taught her what it was.
Abigail tried to be a mother to Kayla, but every time she tried she failed. And Kayla appreciated the effort, but her mother couldn't give her what she needed. Abigail was too worried about her next trip, or her clothes, or her hair to be worried about her daughter. And while Kayla didn't hold her Mother responsible for her vanity, she always wished, if just for one day, that her mother would love her as only a Mother can love her child. Even if it was for only one day. Even if she got that treatment from Alexandra Evans, she wanted to know what it was like to get that kind of treatment from the woman who nurtured her in her womb, the woman who went through labor for her, the woman who was supposed to be her Mother. Only once. She only wanted to know the feeling once, but as far as Kayla was concerned, Abigail Cameron didn't even know that she had a daughter half of the times, and the other half she was too vain to take any notice and spend time with the daughter that she gave birth to.
All in all, Cameron Manor had to be the coldest, gloomiest place you could set your eyes upon. It was a place that if you were smart, you'd stay away from at all costs. In Kayla's opinion, Cameron Manor had the spookiness of an ancient, deserted castle that was falling apart from the seams on down. But, this was what she was supposed to call home.
'How sad is that?' Kayla thought after the brief summary of her life at home flashed behind her eyes.