Chapter 6

I stare at the man infront of me in disbelieve. 'Who is he? Why do we look so similar?' were the questions passing through my mind at this moment.

Grandma Jennice looked at us both and than she smiled at me. "Camílla , this here is your brother , Cameron"

'No , this can't be. My mom never had another child except for me.' My thoughts are running wild in my head and it feels like I've been living in a lie my whole life.

"Camílla. Are you okay?" Grandma Jennice asks me. "You're lying. I was my mom's only child." I say with confusion spread all over my face.

"Dear there is a lot of things you don't know and there will be a time that I'll tell you everything , but today unfortunately ain't." She says. I mean who is she to tell me what I should know and when. I've ran away from home to get away from the lies , but it seems that everywhere I go , I got caught up in another web of lie. "When will all of this end. The lies are getting to much for me." I finally admit.

"Hey , grandma Jennice here told me so much about you sis." Cameron started to talk from where he is leaning against the sink.

"Oh well so nice of you to show up after 17 extremely long years." I'm angry and so upset.

Cameron wants to say something again but before he can utter a word grandma Jennice starts to talk. "Camílla that's enough. Now you listen. This boy was taken away from his mother when he was just a week old. He lived here with me for the past 18 years. Nothing of your suffering is any of his fault. If you want someone to blame , blame that disgusting mother of yours." Grandma Jennice is mad at me for acting so cold towards Cameron , 'what a grandma's boy he is' I thought to myself.

"Camílla and you wi-" Grandma haven't even finished her words as I storm out of the kitchen with Cameron's burning hot gaze upon my back.

I reached my room in about 15 seconds max. 'I mean who do they think of keeping fact like that I have a brother away from me?' I ran and jumped face first on my bed.

'All of my life I was alone. No one on my side.' I full on started to sob. I just couldn't control my tears.

For the first time in so many years I cry. I cry for my abusive mother , I cry for Ava my bestfriend since forever , I cry for my life that feels like a big blur of hurt , I cry for my dad that I don't know and never seen before.

About 30 minutes into my sob session , a faint knock comes through my door. I ignored it the first three times , but after that it became louder and more unbearable.

I wiped off the tears from my face and stood up , to go open the door.

Infront of me stand a tall guy , I don't get to say that much because I'm already 6 foot. He has wavy dark brown hair , blue eyes that has little golden specks near the cornea. Fair , but tanned skin. It's Cameron , my supposed to be brother.

"What are you doing here?" I ask with distaste. "By all means you're the one who is in my home , so how can you ask me this. Shouldn't it be the other way around?" He says with an eyebrow raised at me and ofcourse the traditional smirk.

"Well this is my grandma's house so I think I have the right to be here." I fire back at him.

He frowns a bit before looking me in the eyes and says , "Yeah , I didn't come here to fight or argue with you. I'm here to get to know you." He says with a genuine look on his face. "Can I come in?" He asks.

'I really want to get to know him too , I think. But more important I want to have more knowledge about this whole situation.' I think to myself.

"Hallo. Earth to Mílla." Cameron waved his hand infront of my starring eyes. I didn't even know that I zoned out. Again.

I blink my eyes and mumbled a silent "sorry" , cause if you know me , I really ain't the apologetic type. I moved out of the way and open the door wide enough for him to come inside.

Cameron walked to my bed and kicked of his shoes while making himself comfortable on my bed with his back laying against the many cushions.

'What a arrogant bastard he is , just lying on my bed while a normal person would made his way to the couch or bean bag.' I think.

"Are you coming?" He asks all the way from my bed. "Yeah." I replied and moved my legs towards my bed.

I sprawled myself out on the bottom of my bed on my stomach. I probed myself up by putting my hands under my chin and just starred into his eyes , signaling for him to get on with the conversation.

He probably didn't catch it so I say "Well start talking , there is a lot you need to explain."

His hand goes automatically into his dark hair , brushing it back with his fingers. He eventually started talking. "There is a lot that you don't know." Before he could talk further a blab out , "Well yeah Einstein."

He looks at me again with a scowl on his face. "If you want me to explain to you and tell you some of the things I know , you better not interrupt me again." He looks at me as if I should give him confirmation that I will indeed improvise. "Do you hear me?" He asks. "Yes , I promise." I say , he didn't even catch my sarcasm. 'Such an idiot.' I smile to myself. "You may proceed , your highness." I sarcastically say , but nonetheless he proceeds.

"I was born on 22nd of April i the year 2000. We have the same mother and father if you wondered about that." He answers one of the many questions running through my head. "Camilla wanted to abort me when she founded out that she was pregnant , but dad persuade her into keeping the baby. When I was born she fell into a deep depression and gived me away for adoption. That's when our grandma stepped in and told our dad that she will raise me." Wow I thought to myself as he continues "I grown up believing that my parents was dead and that grandma Jennice tooked me in to raise me as her own." He paused to take a drink of the water that stood on my beside table.

"Well where was I. Oh never mind. When I was 13 years old grandma revealed that she was indeed not telling the truth by telling me that my mom was dead. She was very much alive. She also told me that I have a sister. You ofcourse. I felt heartbroken and deceived by the one person that I trusted with my whole life. I wanted to ran away and find you guys. That's when the question striked through my mind. Why would I have to live with my grandmother and not with my mom and grandma Jennice told me about my mom not wanting me and wanted to give me up for adoption." Cameron's eyes was now all glossy and sad while telling me the story of his life.

"You don't have to talk about your past if you don't want to." I say with sincerity. At least now I know that my mom wanted me and he had to deal with the rejection of Camilla for such a huge part of his life.

"I felt that you needed to know my past and that I really want to build a sibling relationship with you." He says with so much love , or I think it's love. Well I don't know.

"Being closed of for so long. Has taken a toll on me , but with you it all feels so easy to talk about." He admits.

"Yeah I know what you mean. I've build a wall so high up my entire life. The thought of getting hurt by anymore people was making me feel numb. The only person that I let into my heart was Ava , my bestfriend. The day when she disappeared out of my life , that day was when I closed of to the world." I take in a deep breath to mentally prepare myself for what I'm going to finally reveal to someone and more importantly to my brother. 'Oh that feels weird to say. Brother.'

"You don't have to tell me about your past if you don't want to Camílla. I would totally understand. With all the things grandma Jennice had told me the past years of our mother , I would understand not to pressure you into talking about it." He says with a sweet and soothing voice. Giving the courage to confide in him.

"It's fine." I say with so much trust in him at this moment. I started to tell my story. "When I was about 5 years old and fully aware of my surroundings Camilla started to bring man home. I would se how one to three man went into her bedroom with her through the day. This went on for as long as I can remember. When I was 6 the her abusive behavior towards me started. At first she would slap me and then the slaps turned into punches and finally it was a full on beating. I wasn't allowed to where shorts and sleeveless tops , because of the fear that people would see my wounds. When she bruised my face and the bluish black marks stained my face , she held me at home and I would stay away from school for weeks till the marks faded. I was in physical and emotional pain every day and every night. On my 11th birthday my mom injected me with heroin. That was the worst feeling that I felt in all of my life. For two days straight I couldn't sleep. The devil that possessed me at that time didn't want me to. The abusing only worsened after that. Sometimes my mother wouldn't feed me for days and there would be nothing at home to eat , 'cause all the money that enters the house would be used for drugs." As I talk I start to feel a feeling of freedom. The weight of this keeping all of this to myself finally starts to lift. "At the age of 13 Ava my only relief to this darkness left me out of thin air. To my dismay all of this had to do with my so called mother. The 27th of June was the day that I decided to stand up for myself and not be the push over of a daughter that I once was. I started to excercise , gain strength. This time around when Camilla wanted to beat me I was the one giving her a beating. She started to respect me in her own way. I still think it's the fear of me killing her that made her stop abusing me. Yesterday the 30th of March , I talked to Ava at the parking lot of Target again in almost 5 years. I questioned her about where she dissapeared to all thoese years ago. She said that she was a a reforming school in Boston , New York. When I got home Camilla asked me why I was gone for so long. I told her about Ava and she was all like you'll never talk to the Ava ever again , because Even's are supposedly very dangerous people. I rushed away to my room to go search on the internet for information , but to my turn of luck Ava contacted me and was willing to meet me at a Café around the corner to tell me about everything that happened to her and is the reason to her ending up in a reform school." I told Cameron everything that Ava told me and how upset I was. "So as you may have guessed by now , I stormed out of the café and took the first plain to California and here I am."

Camerom is starring at me now in disbelieve. "I know it's a lot to take in , bu-"

"Shhhhh , come here." He says softly while spreading open his arms. He than rap his arms around me and hug me so tightly. I must say I never ever felt this safe before as I do now in my brother embrace. At this very moment my heart is whole again and my walls that I spend the most of my years alive building has finally , in the embrace of my big brother , dropped.