SORRY it took so long guys. Here we go....
Chapter 6:
The rain came in waves that day. Sometimes it poured, sometimes it came down soft, but it never stopped all day. Someone once told me that God was in the rain, and that it was his way of reaching all of us. Unfortunately, I doubted that God was with me that day. I spent as much time as I could alone in my room, staring out the window. I watched the water streak down the glass for hours. Around 5 p.m. my mom walked into my room.
“Josh…honey it’s time to go,” she said.
“I’m not going,” I said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“If I go…then it means she’s really not coming back. I don’t think I can handle that,” I said with my eyes watering up.
“Josh, you can’t stay here,” She said.
“Why not? I’ve spent my entire life having things taken away from me. Shouldn’t I get one thing, just ONE thing to say ‘This…this I get to keep’? Why should I have to let go of everything I care about?!” I said.
She didn’t say anything; she just motioned for me to follow her. I followed her into the living room and saw my Dad, my aunts, my grandparents, and Cameron. I never looked Cameron in the eyes, but I knew he looked nice. We all started getting into the cars. Cameron never let go of my shoulder except to get into the other side of the car. When we got in he put his hand on mine, but something in me made me pull my hand away and put it in my pocket. I didn’t look at him but I knew he was upset.
The drive seemed to take forever, and every fiber of my being was screaming at me to jump out of the car and run away as far, and as fast as I possibly could. I could tell Cameron knew what I was thinking because he put his hand on my shoulder again. This time I lifted my hand up to his and held it there.
When we got there, and we got out of the cars, the tears started pouring out of my eyes and down my face. Cameron came over and quickly wrapped his arms around me and I cried on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I hardly remember the funeral. I cried through most of it. I don’t remember anything anyone said, and I don’t remember much about looking at her coffin. The only thing I really remember is what happened after.
I walked out of the building before anyone else and started walking out towards the trees behind it. I stood there for God knows how long before I felt someone grab my shoulder. I turned around and saw Cameron staring at me with puffy eyes.
“I saw you walk out,” He said.
I said nothing in return just stared at his eyes. Even after he had been crying he still looked beautiful.
“Look, Josh, I know how you-“
“No you don’t…Cameron…” I snapped, “You don’t know how I feel. You know why? I don’t feel anything anymore. Alexis wasn’t just a sister to me. She was always there for me. No matter what happened, no matter what bad thing happened, she was always there to fix it. I could always count on her to help me. Now, I don’t have that guarantee anymore and I don’t have my sister anymore; so no, you don’t know how I feel.”
“Josh, you aren’t the only one hurting here. I’m in pain too. Alexis was family to me too but that’s not all that’s hurting me. It hurts that you won’t let me be there for you. Now I know you’re in pain, and I want us to be there for each other, but if you need time I’ll give it to you. I know you’re in a dark place now, and when you’re ready to come back, I’ll be waiting to pull you out,” He said.
The image that’s burned into my mind is Cameron walking away from me that day. I wanted so much to run after him, but I couldn’t. I just watched as he walked away from me, hoping he’d turn around and come back.
For weeks it was all over the news. I remember the local anchorwoman announcing it on the first report
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“Tragedy strikes our small town of Monroe as three teenage girls are killed in a car accident. Alexis Gordon, Michelle Ryan, and Chloe Sanchez, recent graduates from Monroe High School, were hit by a drunk driver as they were exiting the movie theater parking lot. The driver has been identified as Marco Gardez who had a Blood Alcohol Level of 3.0. He has been taken into Police Custody and is facing court arraignment within the next week. In other news…
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June went by fast. I did everything I could to avoid being at home. I picked up every shift I could at the video store, got another job at a local bookstore, and ran every errand my parents needed done. I did anything I could just to stay out of the house, except for one thing. Cameron and I barely spoke, even when our shifts at the video store overlapped; we barely said anything to each other. The most he did was pat me on the shoulder as he came in and as he left each time. I wish I could say that I was affected by it, but I couldn’t feel anything at all; much less feel guilty.
The days flew by and as the end of July approached, and the school semesters loomed over us, I knew there was something I had to do. I had to make things right with Cameron, especially if I was going to leave him behind when school started.
I walked from my house to his, trying to come up with what I was going to say. It took about 10 minutes to get there and I couldn’t think of a thing. I walked up to his front door and knocked. My heart was pounding as fast as it was 2 months ago when I was pulling up that night in my car.
I saw a figure come up to the door, and then disappear. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. ‘Come Inside’ was the text Cameron sent me. I opened the front door and walked down the hall towards his bedroom. I started having several flashbacks. I saw blood on the floor where it was the day Cameron was attacked, I saw my backpack next to the door as it usually was everyday after school, and lastly, I saw my sock laying in the hallway. It was the last piece of clothing I grabbed when I ran out the door after my mom called me that night. I opened his door and saw him standing there with one long stem rose in his hand.
“I’ve bought one of these everyday since we last talked waiting for you to come back,” he said. “I never gave up on you.”
“Cameron, I don’t know if I’m ready for this. I don’t know if I’m ready for anything. I just want to make sure, that if anything, we’re still best friends,” I said.
“Josh, I love you. And if that means letting you have your space, then I’m more than happy to wait a little longer. I’ve been waiting for 4 years, what’s another 4 months?” he said.
I could tell what I said was really hurting him. I wish I could have told him what he wanted to hear, but I wasn’t ready for it.
“Cameron, I love you too. I love you more than you realize, but if we start this now, I’m just going to end up hurting you. I still want to be a part of your life, but I’m leaving soon and I couldn’t handle doing that to you. I’m sorry,” I said.
I turned around and walked outside. Clouds had formed again, the third time this week, and I could smell rain in the air. I started walking and about halfway home the rain started falling. I was starting to get soaked when I heard someone call out my name. I turned to see Cameron running towards me with something in his hands.
“Josh!” He yelled.
I stopped in my tracks and waited for him to catch up. I could tell he had been crying a little.
“I couldn’t let you leave without this,” He handed me a receipt. “I kept this from our date. It helped me keep my faith in you; that you would come back to me soon. I want you to have it. Don’t lose your faith Josh, I never lost mine.”
He looked me deep in the eyes and I could tell he was about to cry again.
“Josh, I know you’re leaving, but I am prepared to do anything at all to be with you. If that means I have to drive 1000 miles in one day to see you for 5 minutes…then bring it on. I’m not about to lose you too,” he said.
I couldn’t help myself. I leaped forward and wrapped my arms around him. He pulled his head back a little to reposition us and kissed me deeply, with the rain falling gracefully on our heads. For the first time in two months I felt that God was with me, in the rain.