starting over • book 3 of cdls

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• Kaye POV •

"How come I don't look like you or Cameron? I have similarities to my mom, so are we half siblings?" I asked Sierra. "Step, but we don't go by that." She said. "So my mom isn't your real mom?" I asked. "Not my blood mom no." She said. "Where's my blood dad? Do we talk?" I asked.

"Yes." She said. "Does he have any kids beside me?" I asked. She nodded and I waited for her to tell me. "Oh sorry." She said laughing a bit. "He has Drew and Kacy." She said. "Drew." I said, thinking about the name. "What, do you remember something about him?" Cameron asked, sitting down at the table.

My eyes started to water and I covered my mouth with my hand. "Drew's dead." My voice cracked. "Do you remember that happening?" Sierra asked. "No, I read it in a text message, I forgot who it was sent to, but I know it said something about his funeral." I said.

"Were we close?" I asked. Cameron sighed and nodded. "And Kacy?" I asked. "Never been, probably never will be." He said. "Where's our dad or your dad?- I don't know." I sighed. "Our dad is in the hospital." Cameron said. "What why? What happened to him?" I asked. "He is diagnosed with a type of cancer, don't worry, he's doing better than usaul." Sierra reassured me.

"I need a second." I said. I went to the bathroom and started throwing up. I kneeled down and placed my head in my hands. I don't know how I went through all of this. So much has happened in my life, things I'm glad I don't remember. I couldn't help but cry and feel bad for myself and the people in my lives.

"Kaye, open up." I heard Cameron. "I'm fine." I said. I flushed the toilet and washed my face. I looked in the mirror, before breaking down again. The person I was looking at, didn't seem like me, it was me, but it wasn't me at the same time.

"Kaye, please." He said. "Cameron please go away." I cried. My head started pounding and I sat on the floor with my back against the wall. For someone who hasn't lived, well technically I have but don't remember living, I sure do cry over these things a lot. I just find it sad how a person can go through so much and still be happy. I didn't know if it was the people I was around or if I was just a strong person, but somehow I survived through it all.

I heard soft knocks on the door and I looked up. "Auntie Kaye." I heard Daniel. The door knob started to move and I could tell he was struggling to open it. I let out a laugh before getting up and opening the door. "That's a tough door." He told me. I laughed and he wrapped his arms around me, pressing his head into my stomach.

"I thought you needed a hug." He told me pulling away. "I did, so thank you." I smiled. "Can I stay with you?" He asked. "Why would you want to stay with me?" I asked him. I was curious as to why a little boy who could be playing right now wanted to stay with a crying girl who doesn't know anything about him.

"Because when I'm sad you play with me or make me ice cream and you hug me until I'm happy. I don't know how to make ice cream and I don't have toys here, so I can tell you jokes until you're happy." He said. "Has anyone told you how adorable you are?" I asked. "Yeah, you tell me that a lot." He said, cheesing.

I smiled and we sat on the floor. "Knock knock." He said. "Who's there?" I asked. "Banana." He said. "Banana who?" I asked. "Orange you glad I didn't say banana again?" He asked and I started laughing because of how cute he was and because he said it wrong.

(AN: I really forgot that knock knock joke tbh. I hate myself sometimes haha)

"You're laughing really hard auntie Kaye, your tummy is going to hurt." He said. I stopped laughing and looked at him. "How about we make ice cream sundaes." I smirked. "Yay!" He yelled. I got up and he grabbed my hand, dragging me to the kitchen.