Date: Wed, 07 Jan 2004 22:10:21 -0500 From: Book Man Subject: And All That Could Have Been: Chapter 2 Disclaimer: If you are not over 18, or this is outlawed where you live, then press the x button at the top right corner and leave this site. If you are offended by same sex stories or anything such as that, then I don't even know why you're reading this. But if you are a no to all of that then enjoy my story. This is my story and I hold the copyright to it, so if you are going to reprint this give me credit or email me and ask for my permission. This writing is totally fiction. Any similarities to you or anyone you know are coincidence. - Chapter 2 - Life shows us thousands of different doors each day, but it's left to us to decide which doors to walk through. --------------------------------------------------------- Cameron watched in horror as his older brother was thrown across the room. Kris's body hit the wall and slumped to the ground. Cameron sat there in stunned silence, unable to move any of his bones. He looked towards the door and saw his drunken father standing in the doorway. "What are you assholes doing in here?" His father slurred his words. The alcohol was obviously having an effect on his body. He staggered over to the bed and tried to pick up his youngest son by the collar of his shirt. Fortunately the acohol had completely overtaken his body, making his senses and awareness slower than what they use to be. So instead of grabbing his collar, his father only grabbed a piece of his shirt, making it very easy for Cameron to roll away from his father. Once Cameron was free from his fathers grasp he lunged for the door, hoping to reach it before his father did. As Cameron reached the doorway he felt a slight tug on his back as his father made a desperate grab for his son. The grab caught Cameron by surprise and he fell forward onto the ground. His father was immediately on him, punching him continuously in the gut. The punches forced the air out of Cameron's lungs, making it impossible to breathe. "This is it," Cameron thought, "My life has finally taken a turn for the worst." Just as Cameron was ready to give up and admit defeat, his father was lifted up off of him and thrown against the wall. His father's head smacked against the wall, stunning him momentarily. Cameron looked to see who it was that had rescued him; it was his brother. Tears of joy started streaming down his face. The moment of joy was short lived. He looked back to his father and watched as his father struggle to get to his feet. A giant stream of blood poured down his father's face. The alcohol dulled most of the pain making it easier for him to recover from the initial blow. "You assholes are going to pay for that!" His father screamed as he used the back of his hand to smack the right side of Kris's face, causing Kris to crumple to the ground. Then his father turned and looked at Cameron, raising his hand to strike him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey dude, are you ok?" The voice awoke him from his thoughts. Cameron looked up to see a boy, around the age of 13, standing over him gently shaking him. "Sorry," Cameron said picking himself up off of the floor of the bathroom. "I must have dosed off." Cameron went to the sink and turned on the water. He started to wash his hands, then grabbed a handful of water and threw it on his face. "Normally I'd believe someone when they said they dosed off in school, but in this case, I have my doubts." The boy said, as he helped Cameron by grabbing some paper towels. "After all, how many people say they dosed off on the floor of a school bathroom." Cameron smiled for the first time in months. It was a smile that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. He shut off the faucet and took the towels from the boy using them to dry his face. He started to get ready to leave the bathroom but the boy stopped him. "Wait a minute," The boy said, grabbing onto Cameron's arm. "You haven't even told me your name. How am I supposed to talk to you again?" Cameron pulled his arm back away from the boy. "My name is Cameron. I'm an eighth-grader at the school." He stated. Cameron really liked the kid, but he didn't want to get too close to anyone just yet. "Cool. My name is George and I'm also in the eighth grade." He said. Grabbing his hall pass he started to leave the bathroom but turned around at the last second to face Cameron. "I've got to get back to class, but I'll keep a look-out for you and maybe we'll talk to each other again." He smiled and then winked. Cameron gathered himself, and left the bathroom shortly after George left. He didn't know what class he had now, or where he was suppose to be. So instead he just went to the payphone in the hall and called his Aunt. It took 3 rings before his Aunt picked up. "Hello?" She said. "Aunt Sally, it's me Cameron. Can you come to the school and pick me up?" He said, knowing that she'd want to know why. "What's wrong, Cameron?" She questioned. He could hear the worry in her voice. "Nothing, Aunt Sally," He quickly replied, easing her worry. "I just guess I wasn't ready for school yet." "Alright Cameron, I'll be there in 10 minutes to pick you up. You wait in the hall for me, and when I get there I'll talk to the office." She said and then hung up the phone. Cameron also hung up the phone and sat down against the wall next to the payphone. {End of chapter 2} - There's Chapter 2. I know it's short, but Chapter 3 will hopefully be a little bit longer. As always feel free to email me with your comments at bookman04@hotmail.com. Thanks, Bookman