The story continues the lives of Kain and Scott Banks. Kain navigates through his heartbreak and hits a few bumps in the road. Scott tries his best to be his brothers keeper while trying to make things right with the mistakes he made. Kain gets a su...
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Today's finally the day that I leave for camp. Fuck, I thought the day would never fucking come. This last week has been the slowest and longest week of my damn life. I finally packed all the shit I'm taking with me. Mom helped me decide and figure out what to bring. And, honestly, thank God for her because I probably would've just brought an extra set of clothes for the 2 weeks I'm gone.
I remembered last camp we barely wore regular clothes, we mostly wore workout clothes, our equipment, sweats then whatever we wear to bed. I'm bringing a lot of shit too. I have a big suitcase, a big duffle bad, a book bag, my hockey equipment bag and my clump of hockey sticks.
Mom knew it wouldn't all fit in a car so she hired a Sprinter van and a driver to drive me all the way to camp. The drive is almost 6 hours long but I got the whole fucking van to myself so I'll be fine.
I don't really have to be there and checked in until tomorrow but I need to get out of this fucking town. It's for my own sanity. Nolan has been getting on my damn nerves and driving me fucking mental. I mean, he's always been like that but since I'm leaving for 2 weeks, he's been on my ass to hangout. He even suggested that he comes to Amhurst with me.
No fucking way I'm letting that happen so I caved and hungout with his stupid ass at the Bayou for a couple hours to get him to calm down but that wasn't good enough for him. He wants to hang with me until the very last second I leave but fuck that. I turned the burner phone Nolan gave me off so he couldn't call me and that was that.
I load up the van with all my bags then I head inside the house. As I near the kitchen, I hear Mom talking in a low hushed voice. I stand behind the wall of the kitchen and listen to whatever the fuck she's trying to be discreet about.
"I told you I was going to do it and nothing was gonna change my mind." Mom harshly whisper yells. "Trust me, I've had a lot of time to think about it, it needed to be done."
What the hell is this woman fucking talking about? What needed to be done? I swear, ever since Mom got back from Lala land, she's been fucking weird.
I walk in the kitchen and clear my throat. Mom jumps, ends the phone call and slams her phone facedown on the counter. "Honey! Hi! Are you all packed up?" She says in an overly cheery voice.
Something about her is off. Maybe she's going through that old lady thing Men-o-plause or whatever it's fucking called.
I knit my brows and look at her quizzically. "Yeeeah." I answer suspiciously.
"Okay. Great." Mom smiles a weird smile, creeping me the fuck out. "Oh! I packed you some snacks for the road. They're in the cooler by the front door." She quickly adds.
Before I can get a word out, a knock at the front door sounds. Mom and I give each other a quick puzzled look then we both head for the door. I'm secretly hoping it isn't fucking Nolan. I can't handle seeing him right now. I'm so close to leaving this town, seeing Nolan would fuck me up.
