Disclaimer: .........well I do own a permanent marker and a some posters of
Orlando Bloom.....no wait.....the markers my moms and the poster's were
Christmas gifts..ok then back to the usual disclaimer, I don't own
anything!
A/N: Well, this is meant to be an angsty type chapter but forgive me if it's crappy..im trying to get better at writing angst I promise!!! Oh yea...this is gonna be really short but it'll lead into a bigger chapter I promise ^_^ *dodges vegetables* wait!! I SAID vegetables!! Tomatoes are a fruit! ...right? *angry shouts of no are heard from reviewers..all *counts on fingers* ok not a lot of them*
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Camellia slowly walked inside and braced herself for the fighting yet to come. She looked up at her father and to her suprise, he just embraced her, and she hugged him back. 'I'm sorry Papa' was all she could say to him, and Cam slowly backed away.
"I thought-" Falco started, the anger in him diminishing by the second as he saw his daughter standing in front of him. She was safe.
"I know Papa....I was careless..I'll never stay out that late again. It's just the storm and, well I just lost track of time." Camellia managed to say, knowing that despite her fathers good mood, she would soon have to face her father's angry shouts. She would have to learn not to be so careless, and then maybe she would not have to face the ranting of her Father . Cam heard her father shouting at her lack of responsibility, but it was all fading away. Camellia strained to look ahead of her, yet everything in the small room was blurring together and losing shape.
'Not now!' she inwardly screamed. 'Papa was right, I am getting sick again, and I was to foolish to realize it' Cam thought, falling to the ground, cringing in pain, hitting a vase in the process. The fragile object crashed into pieces around the table, the crash echoing throughout the room. A shard of the vase embedded itself into her leg, going unnoticed by the other occupants of the room.
Bolo quickly ran over to his sister and put his hands under her head while Falco ran to her, and gathering her in his arms, quickly rushed to Camellia's room.
Falco and Bolo looked down at Camellia, pain etched on her face.
"What can we do, Father?" Bolo asked looking up at Falco, a look of worry on his face.
"Nothing, Bolo. We can't do anything." Falco answered looking back at his son.
Both of their heads turned back to Camellia though, when they heard her muttering something that they couldn't understand. Falco managed to hear the last thing she incoherently said and closed his eyes when he felt tears threatening to fall.
'Mama' was what she murmured, 'I'm coming Mama'
Yayfor the fourth chapter!! Pleaseeee review!!! I don't want to beg or anythi- oh what the heck, I'm begging!! ^_^
A/N: Well, this is meant to be an angsty type chapter but forgive me if it's crappy..im trying to get better at writing angst I promise!!! Oh yea...this is gonna be really short but it'll lead into a bigger chapter I promise ^_^ *dodges vegetables* wait!! I SAID vegetables!! Tomatoes are a fruit! ...right? *angry shouts of no are heard from reviewers..all *counts on fingers* ok not a lot of them*
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Camellia slowly walked inside and braced herself for the fighting yet to come. She looked up at her father and to her suprise, he just embraced her, and she hugged him back. 'I'm sorry Papa' was all she could say to him, and Cam slowly backed away.
"I thought-" Falco started, the anger in him diminishing by the second as he saw his daughter standing in front of him. She was safe.
"I know Papa....I was careless..I'll never stay out that late again. It's just the storm and, well I just lost track of time." Camellia managed to say, knowing that despite her fathers good mood, she would soon have to face her father's angry shouts. She would have to learn not to be so careless, and then maybe she would not have to face the ranting of her Father . Cam heard her father shouting at her lack of responsibility, but it was all fading away. Camellia strained to look ahead of her, yet everything in the small room was blurring together and losing shape.
'Not now!' she inwardly screamed. 'Papa was right, I am getting sick again, and I was to foolish to realize it' Cam thought, falling to the ground, cringing in pain, hitting a vase in the process. The fragile object crashed into pieces around the table, the crash echoing throughout the room. A shard of the vase embedded itself into her leg, going unnoticed by the other occupants of the room.
Bolo quickly ran over to his sister and put his hands under her head while Falco ran to her, and gathering her in his arms, quickly rushed to Camellia's room.
Falco and Bolo looked down at Camellia, pain etched on her face.
"What can we do, Father?" Bolo asked looking up at Falco, a look of worry on his face.
"Nothing, Bolo. We can't do anything." Falco answered looking back at his son.
Both of their heads turned back to Camellia though, when they heard her muttering something that they couldn't understand. Falco managed to hear the last thing she incoherently said and closed his eyes when he felt tears threatening to fall.
'Mama' was what she murmured, 'I'm coming Mama'
Yayfor the fourth chapter!! Pleaseeee review!!! I don't want to beg or anythi- oh what the heck, I'm begging!! ^_^