Pulling off the motorway we entered a very picturesque town, one that wouldn't look out of place on a cheesy post card. We're talking white picket fences and evenly cut green grass at every house. As we drove past the suburban houses I couldn't help to envy the man sitting next to me and then notice the little things.

The expensive watch glistening on his wrist, the cream leather seats beneath us, shiny leather shoes on his feet and the hint of expensive aftershave filling the air. My dad had made a good life here in the pretty town of Roseville.

Eventually we pulled onto the driveway of a very decent sized house, glancing out my window I noticed another very nice car parked on the double drive way. There was no way this house was just for him, this is the type of house you bring up a functioning family in. It's the type of house we used to have.

My dad smiled wearily at me as I eyed the place I was meant to refer to as home and carefully stepped out of the car and placing my beaten leather bag on my shoulder. Walking to the boot of the car I grabbed a duffle bag of clothes and my dad grabbed another one- my boxes were being delivered within the week.

Following my dad up to the large wooden door I began to feel sick, I knew when I stepped over that threshold something bad was going to happen. The guilty look on my dad's face wasn't just because of what happened seven years ago. As he held the door open for me his lowly whispered in my ear, "I am sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

Before I even had the chance to ask what he was talking about a woman was grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into a tight hug, "Oh Cameron it is so good to finally meet you, we should have met sooner Matthew speaks so highly of you." She smelt like Chanel perfume and her dark brown hair was styled in a neat yet lose bun making her just ooze sophistication.

Stepped away from her I turned to look at my dad to see him staring at the wall behind me, "Dad?" I was asking him to explain himself but instead he just ran his left hand through his hair and that's when I saw the silver wedding band on his fourth finger. My mother and father had gold wedding bands. Flicking my eyes across to the other stranger in the hallway I noticed the matching band and the very large diamond ring next to it. "You're married?"

I heard the crack in my voice as the tears filled my eyes; Matthew's eyes met mine also glassy with tears. "Oh my, I thought you knew? Matthew you told me she knew? Oh my god I'm such a fool." I didn't mean to snap at her but I couldn't stop myself her voice was shrill in my ringing ears and her babbling was making it hard to think.

So turning my head to her sharply I spat, "Can you just shut up for a second?"

Her face morphed into hurt very quickly at the coldness of my tone and she glanced at my dad but before he could do anything I heard a voice coming from behind, "Don't you dare talk to my mother like that again or you'll regret it." Turning around I saw a boy who looked the same age than me but was much taller and the angry look and the bulging muscles in his arms made me regret what I said even more.

"Grant sweetie it's ok, this is Matthew's daughter Cameron." I glanced at the three people in the room, all of them strangers. I began to feel very out of place, my slightly beaten Doc Martins seemed to stand out against the light wooden floors and my ripped jeans made me look more like I had been living on the streets of New York rather than in a crappy apartment in this large home.

Turning to face the new Mrs Morgan I tried to give her my best smile, "I'm sorry for snapping I really didn't mean to but you know I didn't even know you existed." I heard Grant mutter something behind me and then him and his mother seemed to share knowing glances and began to go upstairs while I was left with Matthew.

Crossing my arms over my chest I looked at the cowering man in the corner, "Well I think I deserve an explanation don't you?" Nodding pathetically he motioned for me to follow him and walked into the kitchen.

After I sat down at the table Matthew soon followed and sat in front of me. "Cammie I am so sorry, you weren't meant to find out that way."

"Was I ever meant to find out?" When his eyes met mine I knew the answer.

Taking a deep breath Matthew began, "Her name is Sandra and we met at a work party. She works in the financial department where I work; after my old office relocated me to here I didn't really meet anyone new. We met two years after the divorce, it was never meant to turn into anything more than work friends until one night it was someone in the office's birthday and we ended up sitting next to each other at the meal and sort of hit it off.

"A few months later we began dating and then after nine months of dating we got engaged. The wedding was just under seven years ago. Sandra's 40 years old and she had Grant 18 years ago, she fell pregnant after dating a guy for a few months and the pregnancy scared him off. I told her about you from the start, you were never a secret if that is what you're wondering. I don't know I was just scared about what you would think if you found out. That maybe you thought I was moving on too fast."

I scoffed loudly then, "I think I realised you moved on when I found you humping my best friend's mum."

Sighing heavily Matthew closed his eyes his hands clasped together tightly showing his frustration, "Please Cammie try and accept Sandra and Grant, they do care about you. Don't take out your hatred for me on them." His dark blue eyes were staring back into mine, begging me.

I scanned his face and realised just how much he had aged over the seven years, his skin seemed thinner and there were wrinkles forming next to his eyes and across his forehead. "I don't hate you." His eyes met mine glistening with a hint of hope, "I don't know you well enough anymore to hate you." Then with that I stood up the wooden chair scrapping on the floor and I left the kitchen.

After going upstairs I found my bags in a room I guessed was mine. It was a lot bigger than the room I had in New York, mind you everything in this house seemed to be bigger than it was in New York. As I was unpacking the house was silent, you could only hear the low buzz of the outside world, it made me nervous since I was used to the constant noise that could only be described as New York. Plugging in my earphones I began the boring task of unpacking my clothes in the wardrobe and placing a few of the trinkets around my room that I put in my two duffle bags.

Tilting sideways I noticed Grant standing at the doorway with his mouth open as I removed an ear-bud I realised he was talking, "Finally. I just wanted to say that dinner is going to be ready in an hour and a half, we're having pizza."

Smiling at him slightly I thanked him then just as he was about to leave I glanced at my room and realised something, "Actually Grant wait up, would Sandra be really annoyed if I reorganised this room slightly?"

Shaking his head he leaned his broad shoulder on the doorframe, "No I don't think so. She will want you to feel more at home, plus she is really into interior design so."

Taking off my zipped hoodie so I was just in my vest and jeans I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room, "Ok then new big brother you can help me change this around. I like my bed to be facing the window, and I want those set of drawers against that wall so I can put my photos on that one." I said pointing to the white wood drawers that were on the left wall which I wanted on the right wall where the bed was now.

Laughing slightly Grant agreed to help and rolled up the sleeves of his long sleeved top and began helping me drag the heavy wooden furniture across the cream carpet.

When we finally finished and I was happy with our reorganisation I stood in the middle of the room with my hands on my hips and Grant sat on the desk chair. Now the bed was to the left of you when you walked in against the same wall the door is, then to the right there was the chest of drawers and then in front of you was the large window. It looked out to the back of the house towards what looked like a small wood and some fields. It was different to the city lights I was used to. My desk was against this wall just next to the window. And then left wall remained bare, I had plans for that later on.

Turing to face Grant I thanked him, "Thanks so much for this, I just really fancied seeing that view when I woke up rather than the wall. Plus it is a lot different to what I am used to."

Nodding in recognition of my thanks Grant spoke, "What was it like, living in New York? I mean I have visited plenty of times but I always thought it would be a lot cooler living in a city rather than a shitty suburban town like this place."

Smiling softly I sat at the end of my bed, "Its great living in the city, there is always someone new to meet or something new to find. I love to take photographs so I used to go through downtown and look for all of the street art and take photos of it, even did a few pieces myself. Or I would ride subways all night around the city taking different photos of different things, places or people I found interesting. They were never particularly beautiful just interesting. "

"Did your mum not mind you doing that in the middle of the night, especially in New York?"

Turing my gaze away from him my voice became a lot quieter, "No she didn't, she wasn't really aware I did it."

"Cammie what happened to your mum, why can't you be with her anymore?"

Ignoring his question I stood up and headed to the door, "Come on I'm sure dinner will be ready by now and I'm starving."

Nothing particularly exciting bit I want to create more questions around Cammie and also introduce the different characters and their dynamics. Although this is a Zammie story and it will be a big part of it in later chapters I still want to focus on Cammie and her family, this story is about Cammie's journey more than Zammie's. Still hope you stick around though.

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