Buckley's Rowdy Ranch: Cam & Jessie

Chapter Six: Nightmares, Whiskey & Drunk Cam

Jessie’s POV

“Y’know what, Jessie? There’s a shoe shop over there, they got designer brands for nice prices.” Susanne mentioned, looking outside the window shop longingly. She had a glazed over look in her eyes over one thing.

Shoes.

“Let’s go in then.” I said, tugging on her arm as we stepped outside the boutique shop.

She giggled in delight then leaded the way. We quickly crossed the street, blushing from the cat whistles we got from the passing truckers.

The shop was called High Tipped, in big fancy gold words with a green vine in the middle of each letter. From the windows I could see beautiful displays, all for expensive looking shoes.

Susanne and I walked in to the nicely perfumed store, gazing in awe at every colourful display.

I could tell this would already take a while.

Cam’s POV

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

I banged the hammer against the small nail into the horse’s gate. I had to be careful or else I’d get a might sore thumb.

But thinking about what just happened an hour ago made my blood boil.

Why the hell is Lucinda back?

And why am not as broken hearted as I was two years ago?

Scratching my head roughly I just sighed and got back to work.

Round thirty minutes later, all three of my brothers rushed in.

“CAM-WE HEARD WHAT HAPP—” Marcus huffed from running, his cheeks lightly flushed pink.

I put a hand up into the air, silencing them before they could continue.

“It’s now yesterday’s news now, ya hear? I don’t want to talk about it.” I said in frustration, turning my back on them.

I whacked the hammer in harder strokes, making angry noises into the tension filled air.

“James is back too, y’know.” Perry said angrily, though I knew his anger was directed at James.

James Malcavoy was my former best friend, we had a lot in common, almost joined at the hip. Then I found out he and I shared another thing in common, Lucinda Wright.

My fucking fiancée.

Well, ex fiancée.

When the shock faded away and pain sank in, I stopped being the ol’ go lucky Cam.

“I’m headin out to the Benji’s bar, okay? Don’t wait up.” I sighed, knowing it would get a hell a lot worse ‘fore it got better.

I dropped the hammer to the floor with a thud, it landed on some stray hay, I gave them a final look before walking out of the ranch.

Why the hell not drown my sours with somethin’ that’ll make me numb for a while.

*NEXT DAY*

Jessie’s POV

Waking up can be such an asshole.

Even if you run away from your problems, do you ever really get away from them?

Because I travelled halfway across the world, and still I felt my old life’s horrors seeping into my unconsciousness.

*Nightmare/ Repressed Memory*