Chapter Seven... Sometimes People Just... Never Grow Up
So in taking a new step to trying to destroy my life, the devil herself (so to speak) now stood on my doorstep. There were about a thousand reactions that were running through my mind... slapping her ugly face, spitting on her, slamming the door, kicking her...
But there were also about a thousand questions running through my mind, so I decided to go with them first.
"How did you find out where we live?" I asked, my face forming a hard, bitter statute.
"Kimmi was very helpful," Amelia taunted, grinning.
"Seriously, you need to grow up!" I snapped. "Go away! And don't come back to my house again."
"Ah, you haven't changed, Rosie," she laughed evilly. "You're still that same, immature little brat that stole Cammy from me."
"'Stole' Cameron from you?" I frowned. "You guys were broken up before we even met, so don't give me that crap."
Little footsteps came from behind me, and Addy ran up to me.
"Mommy, daddy's looking for you," she smiled. "Hi," she added to Amelia.
"Hello, Britney," Amelia smiled.
"My name's not Britney," Addy scowled.
"Her name is Addison," I said coldly. "Tell dad that I'll be there soon, as soon as I get rid of the cow at the door."
"There's a cow at the door?!" Addy frowned, looking around.
"Just tell him that, baby," I smiled, trying to keep my face straight.
"Aww, I thought that something that came from you would be hideous!" Amelia cackled. "But I guess they get all of their beauty from Cammy."
"What the hell are you doing here?!" I scowled.
"Mom!" Becca called from the living room. "MOM!"
"Is that Britney?" Amelia asked as Becca came into view.
"Her name is Rebecca!" I snapped. "Don't just friggen guess!"
"Who are you?" Becca asked, looking interested.
"I'm your daddy's girlfriend," Amelia smiled.
"Mom is my dad's girlfriend," Becca said coldly. "Well, his wife. So you're a liar, and my parents both tell me not to lie or they will wash my mouth out with soap. So my mom will have to wash your mouth out with soap for lying."
"What?" Amelia muttered.
"Gotta teach your kids to be honest somehow," I muttered. "Bec, go get your father, please."
"Sure," Becca grinned, running off.
"Are you gonne invite me in, Rosie," Amelia asked, faking a nice smile before frowning.
"Like hell," I muttered. "And only people I like can call me Rosie."
"Oh, I always thought you loved me," she chuckled sarcastically.
"Love to hate you," I muttered. "Look. Go away. Or at least try to get on with your own life! My kids, my husband and I don't need someone here trying to break up our family because she can't get over the boy she was with thirteen years ago!"
Amelia fell silent for a moment. I had startled myself at my defense. My usual reserved behaviour was gone, and I had stood up for myself. Usually Cameron came to my defense before I could even say anything, and I loved him for it.
Lately I had changed a lot. I quit my job, something that was so unlike me. Then I told off the bitch that stood in front of my house.
"What's up, Rose?" Cameron asked, coming up behind me and hugging me from behind.
"Cammy," Amelia's face lit up. "How you been?"
"Oh," Cameron frowned. "What the hell are you doing here, Amelia?!"
"Why are you yelling at me?" she asked.
"You're here, trying to break us up again, aren't you?!" Cameron shouted. "Seriously?! What is your problem? When everyone else grew up around you, didn't you ever consider that maybe you should join them?!"
"I... Uh... I..." Amelia stuttered.
"Look, even if Rose and I broke up, which I assure you will never happen, I would never go back with you," he said clearly and slowly. "You need to move... on. You need to grow up. You need to stop obsessing over me, because it was thirteen years ago that we were together."
"Amelia, move on," I said sharply. "Cam and I are in love. And you can't mess with love. People may think you can, but we've made it through a lot. We've almost lost a couple of kids, we've almost lost each other... but those things have only made us stronger. And for that, I am grateful. I'm sure there's someone out there that's perfect for you. But it's not Cameron. And the sooner you realise that, the sooner you can find that someone. That is if you haven't already pushed him away. And seeing as that you've obsessed over your junior high boyfriend for twelve or thirteen years, you may have already overlooked him. And that would be pretty stupid on your part."
"Yeah, whatever," Amelia snorted.
"Hey!" Cameron hissed. "Rose is cutting you a lot of slack, Mil. And you should be grateful. I honestly thought I'd have to pull her off of you, or she'd kill you."
"Yeah, right," Amelia chuckled. "That... thing couldn't hurt a fly."
Okay, I snapped. But that was the final straw for me. And I couldn't stop my fist as it delightfully collided with her evil face. She didn't see it coming, and neither did Cameron or I. But the force I put behind the punch was enough to knock her off her feet.
"You bitch!" she groaned from the ground.
"You had that coming," I said simply, and Cameron and I walked inside, shutting the door behind us.
I walked into the kitchen and my hand began to ache. I could feel it throbbing more and more each minute, and I sat down on the kitchen counter.
"Ouch," I gasped, turning it to see what hurt. My knuckles were a bit bruised.
"You alright?" Cameron asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Yeah, it was worth it," I giggled.
"You should have seen your face," Cameron laughed. "Your fist just kind of came out of nowhere. It surprised me. And her! But it was worth it..."
"I feel bad for hitting her, but she just kept pushing me," I sighed.
"Don't feel bad, Rose," he encouraged. "She made your life a misery when we were all at school. She had it coming to her. That was you getting back for all of those years of hell."
"It did feel good to be that satisfied."
"Well, I've never seen a girl be so obsessed with a guy! It's bad... She could have been married with kids herself."
"Cam, I don't think she wants to be. If she did, she would have given up on you years ago. It's almost like she gets you... or no one."
"Well, that's depressing..."
"Some people just... never grow up. And that's depressing in itself."
"I'll say."
"So... who wants to bet she'll be back?"
Cameron thought about it for a moment, then smiled.
"Only if she wants to be smacked down by you again," he chuckled.
"Who says I'll hit her again?" I laughed.
"Depends how far she pushes you," he answered.
I still couldn't believe that I'd hit someone. But that was just life. Full of surprises.
And I hoped that my punch was enough to scare her off for good.