Chapter 32! It's a Troy and Cam chapter. Hope you like.

Troy walked out of the room, sighed and shut his eyes. Kevin was a pretty cool guy, who had an awesome attitude to be around kids in the hospital. But it wasn't Kevin that was the problem, it was his roommate. Cam and him didn't get along, but at times it wasn't that wasn't a big deal.

"Um, excuse me, you're blocking the way."

Troy was pulled out of his thoughts by the voice. He opened his eyes to she a girl that looked about 14, with dark, dirty blond hair and big, inquisitive blue eyes. She reminded him of Mack. She was the right height, the right age, had the right hair and eye color.

"You're new aren't you," the girl asked. Troy managed a weak nod, since the last time he had been in the hospital he had stayed in bed the entire time. The girl smiled and held out her hand. "I'm Mikaela. I know how you feel, I've been through that awkward stage when your new. What do you have?"

"Internal bleeding, stomach...lung..." Troy said, still amazed at how much she looked like Mack.

"Oh," she said. She looked down at her slippers, "then maybe you didn't feel that way."

"Why? I'm not exactly new, just to this area."

"Do you get in fights often?"

"I...I..." Troy started to stutter. "But, this is my first hospital visit for a fight."

"Then why were you here before?" Troy could tell she didn't quite believe him.

"I...I...I don't want to talk about it," Troy said not coming to grips with talking about his illness to the public.

"You don't have to be ashamed or embarrassed," Mikaela said, wanting to know what was wrong with him.

"What are you in here for?" Troy asked, wanting a subject change.

"Cancer."

"But you haven't lost all your hair!"

Mikaela laughed. "Being stereotypical?" She paused, "so, what's your name?"

"Troy," he said, still amazed at this girl's character. "You remind me of my sister."

"Really? Cool. Well, can I get through?" Troy moved aside and watched her walk into the play area. She walked through the group of kids, stopping to get toys or to talk to a crying little boy.

"Hey Bolton,"came a voice from behind him. Cam walked up, "that Kevin guy, better that Olivia, but still creepy. What are you looking at?" Cam looked, "is that your sister?"

"That's what I thought. But, no, her name's Mikaela."

"So, what exactly do we have to do, pick a little kid and play..." Cam's voice trailed off. He looked at Troy for a more in depth explanation. Troy just shrugged and walked away. Cam groaned and muttered, "first Bolton taunts me with the stupid remote, then he ignores me. Ugh."

Troy walked over to Mikaela. She was telling a story to a couple of seven-year-olds. Troy couldn't help think that her voice sounded like Mack's too. The two girls could have been twins, the only difference between them being a large bruise on Mikaela's right shin and their smiles. Mack's smile was more a smirk, one that could be seen in pictures of a teenage Jack Bolton. Mikaela had a smile that showed off all her perfectly aligned teeth and lit up her face. He was intrigued by this girl that looked like his sister.

"What do you need Troy?"

Mikaela was looking up at him, her younger listeners dispersed amongst the other kids. Troy sat down on the floor beside her. He had a nagging feeling to ask her about her strength, but didn't know how to word it. "How are you...how do you...talk openly."

She looked him right in the eyes. "It was hard at first, but I figured if they didn't like it, tough. I mean, I didn't ask to get this. I was terrified in the beginning, but I learned that it's easier if you can talk about it. It takes practice." She paused, "if you want to practice, I'll be around."

She stood up, but Troy grabbed her arm. "I think I'm ready."

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Cam leaned up against the wall. The kid he said hello to wouldn't shut up. He talked about his family, his friends, his treatments for the burns he received in a fire, what he wanted to do when he grew up... Cam had tuned him out right as he started to talk about what they were doing in kindergarten.

He didn't do well with kids. Maybe that was because his father had filled his childhood with hate and violence, with the occasional hug from his mom. He remembered his father beating him to make him stronger, yelling at him to make a wall of defense against names and other words and not feeding him if he said anything good about a Bolton. He took a deep breath as a memory turned his vision cloudy.

"Today in art, Troy and I painted a picture with Chad. It was a kitty," five-year-old Cam said smiling. "Troy's a good painter."

"That's nice sweetie," Mrs. Boucher said in a kind voice. Cam could tell she was tired and continued eating so she wouldn't have to talk to him anymore, she was already having trouble getting Calum to eat his food. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his father glare at him.

By the end of dinner, Calum had fallen asleep in his high chair. "I'm putting Calum to bed, then I'm going to sleep myself. Can you make sure Cam gets to bed at a reasonable hour Daniel?"

"Of course," Daniel said in a happy voice. He watched at Karen walked up the stairs with Calum laying gently in her arms. Once the door to their room had shut, his happy face changed. "Cam, I think it's time for a little chat," he said slyly.

"About what?" Cam said.

"You'll see, follow me."

Cam obediently got out of his chair and followed his father to the bathroom. "Why are we here?"

"Because we're going to play a game," Daniel said, locking the bathroom door. His eyes grew cold and narrow, his voice had become mean and gruff. "Cam, I want you to know that a Bolton is a bad person, okay."

"But Troy's nice Daddy."

"Don't you 'but Troy's nice Daddy' me! I've know them longer than you and I know they're bad. Do you want to see how bad Troy is?" Cam nodded, unsure of what was going to happen. "Stick your hand down you throat, I want you to puke up anything in your stomach."

Cam did as he was told, because he always minded his parents. They loved him and wouldn't do anything to hurt him. "Why did I have to do that?"

"That's how bad Troy is. I don't want you talking about him ever again unless it's about him getting hurt. He should have died 5 years ago! Don't be nice to him, he doesn't deserve to live. If you do, you'll do what you did again. This is all Troy's fault. Don't play with him or speak to him. I want you to terrorize him, make his life a living hell!" He paused, "if you want me to love you, do as your told like a good little boy."

"But isn't that bad," Cam asked.

"No. Hurting a Bolton is never a bad thing. It's like batman and the joker, your batman, he's the joker. Batman hurts the joker, but it is for the good of the community. Does that make sense Cam?"

"Yeah."

"Good, tomorrow I want you punch him in the face okay." Daniel turned and unlocked the door before turning back. "Oh, and Cam. This fun game," he pretended to gag himself as he had instructed Cam to do, "is our little secret. Can you keep a secret Cam? Because if you don't Daddy won't love you anymore."

"Are you okay Mister?"

Cam shook his head and looked down at the talkative little boy. He realized that his eyes were fill with tears, tears that could never come out. His father had made that clear. "Yeah," Cam said, his voice shaky from the memory of his first 'game.' "Why don't you go with your friends."

"I don't have any. Nobody likes me because of my face is burnt."

"Really," Cam said holding back his tears, "in kindergarten, nobody liked me either."

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