Disclaimer: Even though I don't legally own Sex and the City, it's over (sadly). So, why can't I have it? But until I get those rights, I do not own Sex (sob) and (sob) the (cry) City.
A/N- Oh my word, I LOVE you guys! No seriously. I am giving an award. It is the best reviewers in the world award. The envelope please...why it's everyone who just reviewed my story. This chapter is for all y'all! Oh, by the way, I'm trying my hardest to call Big John, but it isn't working too well. So bare with me. He just doesn't look like a John in any shape way or form.
Cammie stood in her room quietly as she chose the clothes to wear to her father's house. It would be a couple of days before she went, but she wanted to make sure she didn't make him feal disappointed. Who was she kidding? She wanted to rub it in his face that she didn't need him to get along in the world. She finally decided on a Gucci mini-skirt and matching jacket and top, now for shoes. She rummaged through her enormous pile of shoes at the bottom of her closet and settled on some tan sandals with a six-inch heel, which made her much taller, but still not very tall. Sadly she had not gotten the tall gene from her father, he was such a stingy bastard, and was stuck with her mother's short gene. She walked over to the couch that rested in her small room and placed the outfit gently there. Then she sat on her bed that she had slept most of her life, and thought.
So much had happened to her in the past week. She could hardly take it. She had told herself she wouldn't cry, she couldn't cry. But she couldn't stop. Oh God, what was going to happen? How was she going to get over this? She fingered the small cross necklace on her neck that had been left to her and she could almost feel her best friend in the world watching over her. But she had to stay upbeat, if she didn't people would pity her, and that was worse than anything.
Thankfully the phone rang, saving herself from her thoughts and emotions.
"Hello?" She said picking up the receiver.
"Cammie?" It was her father, perfect timing.
"Dad, I'm glad you called. How've you been?" Cammie tried to be as casual and calm as possible, but all she wanted to do was scream.
"I've been good. I'm getting remarried soon, so that's working out pretty well. I really love her, not like the other two. Those were a mistake. What bout you? What have you been up to?" She could hear the nervousness in his voice, and it made her guiltily happy.
"I'm alright. Listen Dad, I don't know if you heard, but I have some bad news. Mom died." With the last sentence out she burst into tears. Her uncontrollable sobs made her weak and she fell on her bed. Why was she doing this? Why in front of him?
The line was silent. He was thinking of some way to comfort the girl, but he had to get over the shock first. Deborah was dead? "How did she pass?"
"Cancer. She found out about it almost five years ago." Cammie said as she tried to calm herself. "She never gave up though. Not even when the doctors told her there wasn't any hope. This past year went all over the place, doing stuff she never would have really done. She told me we would have climbed Mount Everest if it weren't so cold. But I need a place to stay, because they're selling the apartment. You were the only person that wasn't busy or full, so that's why I chose you. So don't feel special or touched because I would have given anything to live at place with a person I actually know." Her last words were bitter and full of hate, as though she blamed her father for the death of her mother.
"Listen, if you don't want to stay with Carry and me then you can find a nice apartment on your own. I gave your mother enough money to keep you, you don't need me. Why do you think I would even want you here? I have a life too, you know." Big yelled back at his daughter, he didn't mean what he said, but it came out for pride.
"We had to use the money for treatment. If we didn't, she would have died much earlier. So don't yell at me about that. If you don't want me I'll live on the streets. Not a big deal, thanks for all of your help!" Cammie yelled back into the receiver with such hate you would never know they were father and daughter.
Big was quiet. "When were you planning on coming?"
"I was planning on coming day after tomorrow. So I could have time to pack everything. I have most of my things packed and all that's left is Mom's room. I just can't imagine getting rid of her things. I just wish I had someone to do it for me."
"I'll take care of that for you. Just come over as soon as you can. Don't worry about it." With that Big hung up the phone leaving Cammie alone in her room.