Rain started to beat down heavily. From clear skies to a downpour of floods from the skies; it was strange. But Camden didn't even realize it. The moment they pulled up in front of the house, he got out of the car and stormed in, using his key to open the front door. The other two followed hurriedly, arguing on who would be the one to ask him the story behind what had happened.
When they got inside, shaking off the rain that had managed to slightly drench them, they found Camden sat in the living room, flicking through the several channels playing on televison in an attempt to avoid the topic. His blue eyes were emotionless, suppressing the anger that had once set them dangerously alight.
Taking a breath, Claira sat down next to him on the couch, slightly knocking her knee with his as she tried to get his attention. His eyes didn't waver from the screen though, and Claira sighed, deciding not to beat around the bush.
"So what happened back there?"
He stood up, in an abrupt and quick movement as he left the room, walking towards his room and shutting the door loudly behind him.Within seconds, Claira made her way in, looking frustrated.
"I have a right to know Camden. The first show you go to in ages, and it cuts short because of you."
"Do you want to see me angry again?" He threatened, his voice looming on the edge.