They had found his diary under bed and that’s how this whole disaster had begun to spin out of control. The words written in it were words that he had long fought to hide from them, and now they were all laid out so simply. Words that rang true of a rebellious nature that had long been oppressed by the desire to please his family. His mother’s anger had been for a while been one that didn’t come attached to words.
Somehow, the silence was worse. It was worse than the yelling had always been because the looks directed his way contained a thousand words. They spoke of more emotion than words could ever hope to express and the combination of feels broke his heart. It was like he could feel the scorn, the disappointment and the hatred seeping in through his skin.
The words that she whispered late at night to his father still found his ear, even if they weren’t meant to. To Camden it seemed like the creaking of floorboards only served to enhance them rather than mask them. “How could he betray us like this? I always told you we should ship him off to live with your brother but no, you couldn’t stand to get in contact with him.” he heard his mother hiss. His father’s response was much more muffled, and Camden had to strain to hear it.
“The Lord gave him to us.” he mumbled, and Camden wanted to roll his eyes. Instead, he simply rolled over and went to sleep, allowing his exhaustion to overpower his fear. He woke up to the sunrise and a silent house. Creeping out of bed, he walked to the window where he sank to his knees.
“Holy Father, I thank you. I thank you my Father, for allowing me to wake on this day. I thank you for my family. I come before you today, Father to atone for my sins. I have hurt my family so and if I could I would repent my harsh words. Alas, it is too late for the hurt to be removed. I beg of you, give my family the love to heal the hurt, give them the courage to see beyond their fear. If you cannot unblind them, I ask only that you see me as I am. I am always your faithful son. Amen.” he prayed. His eyes stared out the window but they didn’t see the landscape that lay outside.
Instead his vision was filled with an image of another, a Father beyond the Earth. In that moment, Camden hoped that if his apologies were to be ignored by his earthly family that perhaps the Holy Father would accept him as he was. He sat there for several moments, just listening for a response.
When he rose, he turned around and saw his mother standing in the doorway a glare on her face. “You have no right to ask him for anything,” she hissed. In a set of fluid motions, she crossed the room and grabbed his wrist. “Now, we’re going to have a talk, you hear?”
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