Unforgiven Past

Chapter Three

The accident wasn’t Dads fault, he never caused it. An old lady in her late seventies was the reason my dad was dead. She killed him, her careless driving. She drove straight through an intersection and ran straight into his bike. The force pushed Dad’s bike into the front of an oncoming truck.

The old lady passed away before Dad’s court case was closed. So we never really got justice for what she had done, and all the pain she had caused. In some ways I felt bad for her family, because they has lost her too. But the other side of me wasn’t sorry at all. She ruined our lives, and took away my dad.

Most nights I laid in bed clingy onto the memories I had of my dad. The things we would do together, playing football, riding push bikes, doing family things. As the years went on, I found it harder to remember. I would fight my brain to try and remember what his actual face looked like. They were just memories now. They were my happy place.

Life kept going after Dad was gone, days turned into weeks-weeks turned into years. We kept moving around. Living where ever where.

I was now fourteen years old, Harry was now Seven, and we had just moved to a little country town. We were all excited to have proper home to live in. It was a major improvement to the caravan park we had been living in. We weren’t allowed to play outside while we lived there. There were drug addicts and alcoholics everywhere, the department of Child services even threatened Mum, if she didn’t move out of there ASAP then they were going to put us in foster care. It wasn’t a place for children to be raised.

They didn’t care that it wasn’t mums fault, it was the only place my mum found at the time. that she got approved for. It was harder for my little brother- Harry was only seven years old, he doesn’t remember that much, but I remember a lot- a lot more then a child should.

Mum took us out to dinner, to celebrate our new house. We were sitting down eating our pub dinner, when this man walked over. I remember looking him up and down, he wasn’t much taller then me. To begin with I thought he must have been a midget, but he was just really short. He had no hair left on top of his head, it was just really shiny, I could see the lights reflecting off the top of scalp.

“Hey, How you doing darling” he leaned over the table looking at my mother,

“Oh Hello, I’m doing good. How are you?” My mum asked kindly,

“Well, I was feeling pretty s**t, until I saw your gorgeous face sitting over here, so I had to come and say Hello” He slurred his words, I remember wondering if he had a medical problem, but now I know- He was just an alcoholic prick.

“Well I’m glad I made your day better. My name is Lara, its nice to meet you. We just moved into town today. So I’m sure you will see us more often. ” Mum replied; I knew she couldn’t help herself, she always had to be nice to everyone.

“My names Cameron White, but everyone calls me ‘Cam’ sweet-heart” He stood up and put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his Wallet.

My jaw dropped when I seen how thick it was, full of money. All hundred dollar notes, and he grabbed two of them out and handed it to my mother.

“Here darling, Let me pay for your dinner. It’s the least I can do.” He offered,

“Sorry Cam, I don’t event know you. I can’t take your money.” Mum stuttered but said it nicely,

“Look, I have plenty of money- I don’t mind beautiful” Cam slurred his words.

“It’s very generous of you Cameron, but its been a big day. Me and my boys need to get home and get some rest. We have a full day of unpacking to do tomorrow. Thank you anyways” Mum was nice and calm as she explained it.

“No worries beautiful, we will catch up another time. I’m here most nights. Enjoy your night and the best of luck with the unpacking.” Cam said before walking away.

That was the first time we met Cameron White. Every day since then- I’ve wished we never went out for dinner that night.