Hi everyone. i forgot to put an authors note in my first chapter, so I'll just put this in now. this is my first fanfic so any reviewers please go easy on me. I got so excited my my first review that i decided to put up another chapter!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot.
Chapter 2
I drove my new car into town with Abby riding shotgun, and definitely acting like a backseat driver. "Watch that stop light Cam…Keep the speed limit!" "Abby I know. I'm not even going that fast chill out!" I replied taking a glance in her direction. Abby was beautiful, there was no other word for it. Her hair was shiny and long, and swished down her back as she walked, curling at the ends. Her face was clear and had an olive tone to it, perfectly matching the deep brown of her eyes, and dark eyelashes surrounding them. I often imagined that Abby was my real Mum. She looked like me, and we both acted the same; it just seems easier to imagine her as my Mum, instead of thinking about my real one.
I don't even know why she left. Dad never talked about her, and he burned most of the pictures we had of her after she left. I have one picture that I still keep hidden in my sock drawer; it's worn at the edges, but it's by far my most prized possession. It's of the two of us on my first birthday. I'm crying and Mum is holding me lovingly with her hand rubbing my cheek, trying to soothe me. Although it's not the kind of photograph that would make it into most people's photo albums, I love it because it shows me that my Mum did in fact love me at some point. She did care for me like Aunt Abby does now, and wanted to soothe me if I was upset. It just gives me hope that my Mum isn't just this selfish woman who left me and Dad all those years ago. I like to think that she was and still is, a good person.
"Cam, where'd you go there? You totally spaced out! Is everything okay?" Abby said as I pulled into the local mall and found a parking space. I put the car in neutral and turned to Abby, "What was my Mum like? Was she a good person?"
Abby looked at me with pain in her eyes, but was in no way shocked. She had obviously prepared for this conversation. "Cam, your Mum was very sick when she left you. She couldn't handle the stress of being both a mother and wife, and I suppose it all just got too much for her. Yeah, she was a good person, my best friend in fact. We did everything together as kids, but I guess that I just didn't know her as well as I thought I did, because I really didn't foresee her leaving you and your Dad. Sure she was down sometimes, especially when you were younger and it was difficult looking after you with you Dad working all the time, but I never thought she would actually leave."
Abby looked at her hands now bunched together on her lap while I unbuckled my seatbelt, took the keys out of the ignition and reached to open the driver door.
"Cam," Abby said attempting to reach out and touch me, before remembering my boundaries, "I want you to know that your Mum leaving was not your fault. I know that whatever it was that she was going through when she left was not your fault, and that you did absolutely nothing to make her leave"
"I know Abby, it's just hard sometimes. I still miss her, although you're a good substitute" I said with a smile before stepping out of the car, not realising how much what I had just said meant to Abby.
Hope you liked it. I know it wasn't that long, but I wanted to give you a bit of background to the story before the real drama can begin... :)
Read and review please, constructive criticism is most welcome, and if you have any ideas with how you would like the story to go please PM me :)