Chapter 4

It was a little bit later into the night that a knock came on the door, her mom was in her room, and Camille heard the door.

The knocking didn't stop. She ran downstairs and pulled the door open.

Dean stood there, staring right back at her.

"Are you okay?"

That one simple sentence is all it took to make her break into tears again.

He pulled her into a hug.

He hugged her until she was ready to talk.

"I knew it would happen eventually, but it actually happening.... I don't know it just threw me off."

"Cami of course it would effect you, she's your grandmother and you love her... now I know this is going to be hard for you, but please if you are hurting tell me, because I'll do anything I can to make you feel better, I love you and I want to make sure you're okay."

She nodded and snuggled deeper into him.

The next day she didn't come to school and she wouldn't come to school the following day after because she was helping her mother prepare the funeral.

The funeral would be on Saturday.

Camille dressed in a black dress, very little makeup. Heels her mother had given her once, and curled her hair and left it down.

She sat in the front row at the funeral home. Biting her lip as she didn't want to break down in front of all these strangers.

After the funeral home, the coffin would be closed and they'd be going to the grave yard to watch the coffin be put in the ground.

Dean stood with her the whole time, his arms wrapped around her.

After the funeral Dean had to go to help his mom with errands she had to run today.

Camille trailed behind her mother.

A car pulled up.

A man stepped out.

A man they knew all too well.

"Laura?"

Her mother froze at the sound of the voice, it was her husband, the unloyal piece of shit who she hadn't seen in months.

He approached them.

Even though she knew her mother would have refused if she hadn't been so dazed, she watched as her father pulled her mother into a hug.

And there it was.

The first time she'd ever seen her mother break down the way she did that day. She just crumbled to the ground, her father going down with her.

She sat on the floor and he held her and she just sobbed.

Camille felt as if she were introuding, so she turned and walked to her fathers car, climbing into the back seat.

Almost 20 minutes passed before her mother was walked to the car, her father opening the door for her and then getting in the driver's side himself.

They drove home, and Camille could already feel the awkwardness, considering her father probably felt like a stranger, he never came home, and probably didn't call this his home.