~ Collaborated by Make Your Own Coffee and StraitAce696 ~
Abandoned by the only family he knows . . .
Cameron will go on a life-changing journey in which he discovers his family,
his dreams, and most importantly . . .
Himself . . .
Known around as the local rebel, 16-year-old Cameron Griffen is the perfect bad-ass with the perfect family. Suddenly, when his mother dies a horribly violet death, Cameron’s perfect family is torn apart within the blink of an eye. With the only member of his family that cares about him dead, Cameron believes that nothing can make this situation worse . . .
Abandoning him, Cameron’s father, Rory, leaves him to go to an unknown destination in Europe taking Cameron’s little 7-year-old sister with him. Leaving Cameron homeless, alone and possessing no money, Cameron knows he must leave. With no extended or known family, Cameron is only left with a vague recollection of two words – Whitebrook Farm.
Okay, I finally got this on here. For those of you who don't know ... Ace is one of my really good(not personally, but internetally ) and we're writing this. She's on a roll with the first chapter, and so we should have it soon. Btw, I'll tell you who writes what chapter and whatnot - that way you dont get all confused. And, those of you who don't know ... Ace isn't on this board.
"If you wanna be rich and happy ... don't go to school" - Pat Parelli, Natural Horsemanship Clinician
You know you're horse crazy when your non horsey friend gets into your car and gives you a weird look when seeing all your whips and spurs in the backseat
I’m on my way to the promised land
I’m on the highway to hell
And I’m going down, all the way down
I’m on the highway to Hell
~ AC/DC – Highway To Hell
Inhaling, Cameron Griffen sighed relaxingly. This is what he had been looking forward to all day. He breathed deeply, overwhelmingly relaxed as the scent of marijuana filled his lungs.
“Hey, don’t hog all the gold,” his friend, Tyler Powell, complained.
Cameron inhaled deeply once more and passed the joint back to Tyler. Tyler grabbed the joint and sucked greedily on the mouthpiece.
Looking at Tyler, Cameron smiled, his eyes staring vacantly at nothing.
“$hit, man – You’re really in la-la land this time,” Tyler said, gazing at Cameron, his eyes slowly moving into and out of focus.
Feeling the sensual high began to take him over, Cameron leaned back onto the brick wall of Aylen’s school gym. He and Tyler attended Aylen as juniors and it was at Aylen where Cameron learned to love marijuana. It was seven months ago that Cameron first experimented with weed and now he was a full time smoker and dealer of the drug.
Standing five foot eight Cameron had dirty blonde hair and steel blue eyes that now gazed over Tyler in a misty manner, “You know it.”
“Finally you’ve got a bright idea,” Tyler responded jokingly.
“F*ck off,” Cameron growled.
“Oh, what you gonna do, Mr. Bad-Ass?”
“Nothing for now. Now give me the joint.” Tyler passed back the joint and Cameron gently took it and took a smoke. Through the misty veil that began to coat his mind he heard a strong voice bellow, “Excuse me gentlemen, but there seems to be a . . . Small problem here.”
“There’s no problem here, Mr. Roar,” Tyler stated in a distant voice.
“Yeah,” Cameron echoed, too stoned to notice the joint hanging from his fingers.
Staring at the joint, Mr. Roar amusingly agreed, “Of course. And that’s just a pen you’re chewing on.”
“Yeah,” Cameron echoed again, still lingering onto the sensual high of the pot.
“Boys, hand it over,” Mr. Roar ordered tiredly.
“Hand what over?” Cameron asked innocently.
“Hand the joint over now,” Mr. Roar ordered again, in a hard voice.
Up until now Tyler had been watching the exchange between Cameron and their school’s security guard with increasing nervousness. “$hit, run for it!” Tyler yelled suddenly.
“Huh–?” Cameron asked in wonder. Suddenly everything became clear – They were finally being busted for smoking weed. In an instant, Cameron knew he had to follow Tyler and leave school property immediately. “Dammit!” he yelled in anger as he saw Tyler sprinting far ahead of him.
Whirling around, he dropped the joint and started running. Not bothering to look behind him, he had not seen Mr. Roar step forward. Mr. Roar was a tall man of six feet, with well-chiseled muscles from years spent working out.
Before taking two steps, Cameron felt a strong hand clamp upon his shoulder and hold him into place. He jerked forward, propelled by his momentum and fell to the ground, with Mr. Roar’s unwanted heavy hand still laid on his shoulder.
“Let me go, you F*cking çunt!” Cameron ordered. Picking himself up off the cement and turning around to face Mr. Roar, he saw the security guard’s face darken at what Cameron called him. When he did not let him go, Cameron yelled, “You son-of-a-bitch!”
“That is enough, young man,” Mr. Roar commanded quietly, desperately trying to keep his dignity, “Just come quietly.”
Recognizing defeat, Cameron stopped screaming, but the quiet smoldering of hate still lingered in his eyes. “F*ck you,” he muttered quietly.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing,” Cameron spat.
“Good. Now let’s go to the office,” he warned Cameron quietly. Guiding Cameron to the office Mr. Roar started walking him there, without taking his hand with its iron grip off Cameron’s shoulder.
God, I’m totally f*cked, Cameron inwardly thought despairingly. I’m gonna be grounded forever. Which would be another screw-up to add to my long list of them, he thought bitterly.
As Cameron was led away into the insides of the school, he risked a quick glance back and saw Tyler disappear over the last fence into the forests surrounding the school – Where he would be free.
God, sometimes I just wish I could die . . ., Cameron thought desperately as Mr. Roar led him to the school’s main office where he knew a phone call for his parents would be waiting.
* * * * *
“What were you thinking??!” Cameron’s father, Rory, exclaimed angrily.
“Smoking marijuana?” Cameron’s mother asked faintly and incredulously.
Cameron stayed silent and glared at the floor. Right then, he hated everybody; but most of all – He hated himself.
When his parents picked him up from school that Friday afternoon the entire car ride home had been silent. The quietness had hung in the air like a dead weight, pressing upon Cameron’s chest with increasing force.
Rory suddenly whirled around and walked over to Cameron. Standing in front of him, Rory was a commanding presence. Looking down upon Cameron, Rory’s face was covered in disgrace. “How could you?” Rory asked, his voice cracking, the commanding presence beginning to shrivel into the reality of a heart-broken man, “I mean – I mean . . . You’ve been dealing this hideous drug for over seven months??! And smoking it??!
“I’m sorry,” Cameron whispered.
“Sorry isn’t good enough! We– We– We trusted you!” Rory screamed, tears beginning to run unchecked down his face.
Cameron stared straight ahead, ignoring his father.
“Listen to me!” Rory commanded.
When Cameron continued staring at the wall, Rory roughly grasped Cameron’s face to make him look into his eyes. Instead of his son’s eyes, he found cold, hard, misty plates of stone. Shoving Cameron away roughly, Rory back away from Cameron, disgust written all over his face.
Cameron’s mother, silent until now, protested vigorously, “Don’t you dare shove him like that!”
“Well, what do you want me to do??! He’s been dealing marijuana for over six months! Do you just want me to hug him and say everything’s going to be alright??? We’re lucky the school’s not expelling him! We’re lucky he’s not going to be charged with under-age drug possession! We’re damned lucky he only has suspension for ten days!”
Staring at her husband, Stacy looked at him with a quiet grace and softly stated, “That is enough. Cameron, you may go to your room. Now.”
One glance at her told Rory that she would not be argued with.
As Cameron left the room Rory glanced at Stacy. The overwhelming emotion he was feeling took hold of him and he feel to his knees sobbing. “I just . . . I just can’t stand to lose him . . . Not after what happened in my family. I won’t let drugs take him. I couldn’t save them, but I will not lose my son,” Rory quietly whimpered.
Stacy slowly stood up and walked over to her beloved husband. “Shhhh. I know. That was a terrible thing. But don’t worry. We won’t lose Cameron,” she said softly, comforting her husband, “We won’t. We’ll never lose him.”
Hiding at the top of the stairs, Cameron listened intently. Sorry to break the truth to ya, he bitterly thought at his mother’s statement, But I think you’ve already lost me. Hating himself even more and feeling the ultimate disgust with himself, he felt the need to get away flourish rapidly.
I have to get out, he thought wildly, I have to!
Following his need to leave, Cameron walked to his window, no longer caring if his parents heard his sneaking out. Swinging open his window, he leapt threw it and rapidly walked to the edge. Looking down, he wondering how easy it would just to jump wrong and break his neck. That would be so nice . . .Shaking his head out of the trace, he blocked that thought from his mind and jumped off the roof to land quietly on the grass. Speeding away, he walked in the chill night air away from his house, family, and love, permanently blocking them his mind.
I wish I would never have to go back . . .
* * * * *
Walking through the midnight air, Cameron looked up into the sky. The clear midnight sky looked back unto him with a vengeance.
Narrowing his eyes, he turned with hate in his hear and anger on his mind.
“I hate you!” he screamed at the still sky, “I wish you would die! Why did you even let me be born??! I wish I never was!”
Whirling around, Cameron ran. Ran from his pain and loneliness. Ran from his hate and fear.
Finally, exhaustion took him over and he slowly stopped. Kneeling over, he felt sweat bead on his head and track down his hot face.
Regaining his breath, he slowly stood up and glanced around. Startled to find himself in front of his friend’s house, his eyes opened wide.
Oh, what the f*ck? Nothing else bad can possibly happen. Bloodshot and ridden with stress Cameron staggered up the path to the front door and knocked on the door.
He knew that his friend, Bryant would likely be home since his suspension from Aylen High School had just recently started after he had been caught in a fight with a senior. Sent home with three broken knuckles from the fight, Bryant would be home tending to his many bruises hurt hand.
The door suddenly swung open, leaving Cameron staring at the open door in a stupor.
“Yes, Cameron?” Bryant’s father answered the door in a cold voice.
“Is Bryant there?” Cameron asked puzzeledly. Bryant’s father had always been kind to Cameron so he was confused as to why he was being distant to him now.
“I’m sorry, but in light of recent . . . Events we aren’t going to allow Bryant to be friends with you anymore. Since he got beat up by that awful senior we’ve talked to Bryant and we’ve decided that he’s been . . . A bad influence on you. I’m sorry,” his voice held no trace of sorrow as he slammed the door in Cameron’s face, leaving him staring stupidly at the closed wood door.
“Wh– What? What??!” Cameron said in a hazed voice. As Cameron put together the pieces of what Bryant’s father had said, he was stunned. This was his friend from pre-school; one who’s your friend for life.
That son-of-a-bitch! That son-of-a-bitch! He totally f*cked me! Cameron’s eyes blazed in anger at how his friend of over ten years had lied.
Backing away from the house, Cameron picked up a rock and clenched his fist around. Heaving it up at Bryant’s window he yelled, “You son-of-a-bitch! You ripped me off! I was never a bad influence on you! If anything, you were one on me! I wonder what you’re parents would think if they ever learned you smoke pot and coke! Where are you??! Are you hiding from me with your porn stack??! Come out here!” Picking up another heavier rock, Cameron lobbed it at a window, and it struck it squarely in the center. The glass shattered everywhere, like the pieces of Cameron’s heart.
As the glass fell, a loud shout was heard from the inside of the house. Oh $hit, he thought anxiously. Turning, Cameron pivoted around left the yard. His body heaved with tiredness from his original run, but Cameron ignored it and kept running.
God, why do I always have to make everything worse??! Cameron thought desperately as he disappeared quietly into the night running from his troubles. Although with my luck only more can come. I just wish it would stop. I wish I could stop. Forever. Cameron’s muscles heaved as he kept running. His breathing became ragged and stunted. Fear and exhaustion took him over as he made himself run faster.
Suddenly black spots swam before his eyes. Shaking his head, he felt himself go off-balance. He heard a car horn honk and saw glaring headlights. And then . . . Nothing but enveloping darkness.
"If you wanna be rich and happy ... don't go to school" - Pat Parelli, Natural Horsemanship Clinician
) and we're writing this. She's on a roll with the first chapter, and so we should have it soon. Btw, I'll tell you who writes what chapter and whatnot - that way you dont get all confused. And, those of you who don't know ... Ace isn't on this board.
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