Hey sorry about the long wait! This week our school play is opening and I have had practices all week for like three hours along with homework! Don't you hate it when you have stuff going on and you get tons of homework! Well, this is really short, but I wrote it in the time I have off this week. Tomorrow we might not have practice so I'll work on it more then.
Troy laid in bed, his head resting nicely on the pillow. He had screwed up and he knew it. He should have told the guys that he and Cam had made that truce. But he didn't, and that was why he was at the hospital...again.
Looked at the bed next to him. Cam was sound asleep, one arm hung over the side of the bed. He had never really known a time when he and Cam hadn't fought. The truth of it was he couldn't remember kindergarten, no matter what he told Gabriella. All he remembered was that he and Chad had been best friends since...well forever, and they had met Zeke in first grade and Jason when he moved in in second grade.
"Hey Troy, I would appreciate it if you didn't stare at me in my sleep."
Troy smiled. "Sorry, just thinking."
"About what?"
"Kindergarten."
Cam laughed as he sat up. "Kindergarten?"
"Oh yeah, and first grade." They both burst out in laughter. "Cam?"
"Yeah."
Troy took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, about everything."
Cam's laughter ceased and he looked down at the floor. He looked back up and gave Troy a long stare. "You're not going to go back on your word this time are you?"
Troy shook his head. He was going to tell the guys the minute he got out of the hospital. The door opened and they assumed it was Kevin, he had said he'd come by later. Mack flew in the room, tears staining her face and ran to Troy. She slowed down, reluctant to be hugged by her brother, but none the less she cried into his chest. "What happened?"
Her head turned to Cam. "Your dad, that's what happened."
Cam's eyes widened, knowing exactly what she meant. Troy was confused, but he still listened. Cam jumped off the bed and knelt next to Mack, his hand on her knee."Is he okay," Cam asked worriedly. "Please Mack, tell me he's okay."
"I don't know, he was pretty beat up. Chad found him, I guess your dad picked him up from that meeting and did it to him. He was having trouble breathing and he wanted to fall asleep so bad..."
Cam was staring off at the back wall, his eyes were vacant of emotion. Mack got off of Troy's lap and walked out of the room. Cam was still down on one knee, his facial expression hadn't changed. "It's my fault," he whispered. His voice was quivering. He stood up and kicked the wall. "I could have told! But I didn't, I was scared and now look what happened!"
"Why didn't you tell anyone?"
Cam turned his head to look at Troy. "I didn't want Calum to get hurt, big difference that made." Cam bit his lip and sat down next to Troy on the bed. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I wont be able to live with myself if Calum..."
"He won't," Troy said his own voice beginning to quiver. "He won't, he can't."
"Why him, why was it not me?"
"People ask that question all the time. There's no real answer to it."
"How would you know," Cam sneered. "You've never had to deal with this."
"No, maybe I haven't. But I was awake when my parents asked the same question."
Hope you liked it...it was too short, but I thought I needed to get something up. So, tell me what you think.
