After getting back from the the trip and school year was near the end. Dean was a bit nervous, but he thought that he was successful this time. Camille didn't seem sad, though she hadn't before, he hoped maybe this time she was happier, since they just started dating and all.
He picked her up in the mornings and took her to school and dropped her off most days. However one morning she got in the car in tears.
"Cami? What's wrong?"
She shook her head and tried to wipe away her tears. "Nothing, I just had an argument with my mom, I'm sensitive, I'll be fine."
Dean nodded and they continued to drive. When they reached school and hopped out the car he walked over to her side and gave her a tight long hug.
"I know you said it's nothing, but you're upset right now, and it doesn't seem like nothing, it's okay to be upset, you got me here... I'm always going to be by your side."
They remained that way for a few minutes and when he thought she had finally calmed down, he pulled away and grabbed her hand walking into school.
Over the course of the last two weeks, people had found out about their relationship. It seemed to be a big topic since Camille was a little popular.
As time went on Dean got hopeful, Camille was happy, and he always checked up on her and asked her if she was happy. And now it was nearing the end of school, of course like before Camille was Valedictorian. But with everything going on Dean, still with good grades, had gotten into more trouble than he previously had. And he was no longer salutatorian. But he was okay with that.
It was May 21st now. Dean who still had his job at the supermarket was getting really busy this week.
He saw Camille sometimes in between his shifts, but she told him she might be a little absent this week while she studied for SAT's.
But as Dean was content and happy and working hard. Camille had been going through it with her mom, her mom getting drunk. Her parents arguing, and her arguing with her mom. She had been going through it for a while now... And she felt bad and guilty for lying to Dean whenever he asked her if she was happy.
She just wanted to fall into him and cry about everything, but she didn't want to put all of her problems on his shoulders.
...
And so as the days passed on, and Camille got even more miserable. She was cooped up in her room. Hearing the screaming and cursing of her parents. Her drunken mother coming to harass her for not being downstairs, but then telling her to stay in her room. She was getting tired. She had been dealing with this for years.
And today it was May 28th.
Early in the morning. Camille hadn't messaged Dean much this week.
She tried to call him, but she assumed his break was over and he turned his phone off because he didn't answer.
She was really wishing that he would.
TW: Verbal abuse, manipulation, physical abuse, suicidal thoughts
She crept downstairs near the evening, the lights were off and only the moonlight shone through the windows.
But she found her mother again at the kitchen table with a bottle of whiskey. Tears stained her face.
She looked up upon hearing Camille.
Camille looked away and headed to the fridge to get something to eat... The fridge was empty. She went over to the cabinets. All the food from there was gone as well.
Camille felt her anger rising and she turned around. Her mom was still watching her.
"Where is all the food?"
"Gone."
"What do you mean gone?"
"Exactly what it fucking sounds like. It's fine I threw it away."
Camille felt tears threatening to rise, she was hungry after not having eaten all day and she had a feeling her mother purposefully did this as a punishment to her.
"Why would you do that?! All of that food was perfectly good! Why would you waste it?"
Her mother seemed unfazed.
"Because I don't want it... I'm not hungry...I don't want it."
Camille sighed. "So then what about me, I live here too, what am I supposed to eat?"
"I don't know, I don't care."
"How can you even say that, I'm your child, the least you could do is make sure I'm fed, why are you-"
"THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE!!" Her mother had come towards her and screamed in her face.
Camille felt her emotions rising. "What?" She sajd breathlessly.
Her mother turned around running her hands over her unbrushed hair.
"I don't want you in here anymore, I don't want you. It's your fault."
Camille felt herself beginning to cry but she was also angry. "How is any of your problems my fault?!"
"Because I have to deal with that fucking bastard because of you, I was pregnant and I got trapped because of you, I never wanted children and I never should have fucking had you, I don't want you, I can't deal with you anymore."
Camille bit her lips as her face scrunched up. Her mother looked at her and saw her tears.
" Are you really crying right now, are you serious?! I should be the one fucking crying!? My life is ruined because of you I'm miserable because of you?! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!"
Camille let out a sob. "How can you be so cruel to say that to your own child, did I ask to be born, did I ask you to raise me or have me live with you, I didn't ask for any of that, you chose to do that!"
Her mother turned and gripped her violently.
"THEN GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE! GET OUT!! GET OUT!! I DONT WANT YOU HERE I DON'T WANT YOU GET THE FUCK OUT!!"
Camille still had tears running down her face. "You don't mean that mom you're drunk."
"Don't fucking call me mom, I wish you would have died when I gave birth, I can guarantee my life would have been better, I would be happy."
She walked away and left Camille there in the kitchen.
Camille felt like shock had momentarily took over her body. The words rang in her ears. "I wish you would die."
She dropped down onto the kitchen floor. She had always loved her mother so much. But she could never get the same kind of love back. And now it seemed like all the pent up feelings had burst out, and now Camille knew how she really felt.
Thoughts flashed across her mind. ~Maybe I should. The only good thing I have is Dean, and he's not going to want me when he finds out how damaged I am... I can't make him miserable too... Maybe.. maybe it would be better if I'm gone..~
Camille knew there was a rope in an old closet her father had used for mountain climbing.
As she slowly trudged out of the kitchen, she found the rope, and then she walked back to her room. But even as she stood in the middle of her room with the rope in her hands... She couldn't do it. She couldn't.
She opened her phone to Dean. A picture of them together and she felt her heart hurt. She went to the messages and typed.
- Dean, I'm sorry-
But to her this felt foolish. And as she went to delete it she accidentally hit send.
"Shit." She muttered through her tears.
But even after a few minutes she got no reply. And she knew by now Dean was off of work. She cried even harder feeling the disappointment and grief engulf her.
And so once more she stared at the rope in her hands.
....
Meanwhile.
Dean had thanked his boss for helping him close up the store. He drove home and was exhausted. Just as he stepped into the door way after unlocking it he got a text.
His mother had come towards him to welcome him home. But all of the sudden he had yelled out a cursed darting back out the door and pulling away so fast his tires screeched.
His mom stood confused and worried. Daniella who had also been downstairs was confused.
Dean's heart was pounding out of his chest. Not this time, he didn't go through all of this just for this to happen again. Not this time, she can't... She can't leave him again... He couldn't do it again.
Not long after because he had sped dangerously through the roads was he at Camille's house. He nearly stumbled out of his car as he ran up to her door and began pounding on it as loud as he could.
...
Camille who still had the rope near her sat curled up in her bed crying. Then she heard banging coming from the front door and it had scared the life out of her.
She rushed out of her room and down the steps. It's a miracle her mother hadn't heard it, though anytime she drank like she was, she got blackout drunk and could probably sleep through a tornado.
Camille whipped the front door open preparing to be angry at whoever it was but was shocked when she saw Dean.
He seemed to let out a breath of air he didn't even know he was holding and suddenly broke down falling to his knees.
"Dean?!"
Camille crouched down. Her face all puffy from crying. But Dean just pulled her to him.
"You can't Camille. You can't leave me again... You can't do that to me again, I can't live like that again."
She was confused.
"Again, Dean what are you talking about."
He lifted his head up. "Get in the car."
"What, Dean it's the middle of the night, what are you-"
Dean tried to be as calm as he could. "Please Camille just get in the car."
Then he went further into her house and up the steps to her room. Camille watched in confusion, he hadn't even been in her house and he knew where her room was.
He found the rope in her room and came stomping back down the steps. He held it up to her.
"What were you going to do with this huh?"
Camille looked at him shocked and her eyes began to water again.
Dean seemed angry. "Camille this is not.." He suddenly slammed the rope down in a harsh matter and it made a thud scaring Camille.
Dean turned away from her and took deep breaths trying to calm himself. Her mother had seemed to wake up though and when she saw them she got angry. But before she could speak, Dean started on her.
"What kind of fucking mother are you huh?"
Her mom was momentarily shocked and it seemed she sobered up a bit.
"Excuse me?"
"I said what kind of FUCKING MOTHER ARE YOU!"
Laura was quiet.
"You do NOT get to tear her down because you are unhappy in life. You do not get to be a shitty mother because you made bad decisions in life! You are an adult and you need to grow up and fucking act like one?! I'm tired of you people who are supposed to take care of someone breaking down their mentality and pushing them to the edge. You won't fucking do it to her." He pointed at Camille.
He left Laura standing there speechless. He grabbed Camille's hand and led her out to the car. He opened the door for her and buckled her seatbelt. He closed her door before walking back to her house and slamming the door shut aggressively.
He walked back to his car and hopped in and started it. Then he drove back home. Camille was quiet the whole time. Dean had seemed to calm down.
When he pulled up again he saw the light in his house get flicked back on. He grabbed Camille's hand and unlocked the door. His mom stood waiting seemingly irritated with him, but stopped when she saw that he had brought a girl with him.
"Dean?"
He looked up and shook his head.
"Mom this is Camille.. who I've been telling you about. She's staying here tonight. We are really tired so we are going to head up."
Samantha nodded as Dean led Camille upstairs.