【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which she helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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"CAMERON AND I MET IN college, our first year. We had a couple of classes together, since we were both studying the same thing." Phoebe explained quietly to Michael, when the cell block had gone silent after the events that had taken place barely a half hour before. "We started talking more and more often, more or less because we helped each other with homework and with things one or the other didn't quite understand. It was mostly just that, there weren't any feelings involved. At first, anyways." Michael was resting an arm across his knees as they were brought up to his chest, resting his chin on his arm while continuing to scrape the bolt on the ground with his other hand, his eyes staring at anything but Phoebe.
"I thought he said he was a nurse." Michael recalled, looking at Phoebe for only a second before feeling uncomfortable under her gaze and looking away. He didn't know why he was feeling this way, it'd never happened before. He had always felt safe and welcomed and comfortable around her, but now he just felt angry and nauseous. Phoebe nodded.
"He is. But he originally wasn't going to be. I'll get to that part." She reassured and then sighed. "Anyways, Cameron started inviting me to parties and I accepted. We would just go as friends, party a little, and head back to our separate dorms. Eventually though, we became close friends. We would usually just go to parties just to have a small break from all our school work. Back then, neither of us smoked or drank alcohol or even danced. We would just sit together and watch the others. Pretty soon after we became actual friends, he started inviting me out to eat, or to have a picnic or go on a ride through town.
I almost always accepted, unless I was drowning in homework. It was on one night when we were just walking through a park on a weekend that I realized I was catching feelings for him." Phoebe gulped, licking her lips and looking down at the floor. "It was the first time I had felt that way with anyone. Then, after more nights out and fancy dinners and whatnot, Cameron told me he had feelings for me. And I told him I did too. But we didn't start dating just yet. He waited about a month after this before he asked me to be his girlfriend.
We shared our first kiss a week before he asked me to be his girlfriend, and it was then that I realized I really did like him. A lot. He was someone I could see myself with forever." Phoebe admitted, a dark red blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Well, in that point in time, I guess." She sighed and shrugged. "It was a regular relationship, you could say. Nothing out of the ordinary. We continued to do what we used to do. Parties, picnics, dinners. But when we were four months into our relationship, we... made a mistake. We decided to drink one night at a party. Since neither one of us had any alcohol tolerance since we didn't drink, both of us got crazy drunk, and the next day we were both in my dorm.
We didn't think we'd done anything, because we were both fully clothed, but I guess we just... changed into our clothes after..." Phoebe blushed at the memory, feeling insane for telling Michael. But Michael knew where this was going now.
"You... got pregnant?" He asked quietly, a log forming in his throat. Phoebe nodded.
"Yeah..." Her eyes became watery. "But I didn't know until I was one month along. We'd been dating for five months, then. It took everything in me to tell Cameron, because I was afraid of how he would react. I was afraid he'd be mad and leave me, or make me have an abortion. But after I told him, he was so excited. He said he'd always be there for us. We planned out our future, and he promised he'd make it happen for us. But a month after I told him, I became sick. Very sick. I... I miscarried, two months into my pregnancy. And for some reason, Cameron got angry with me because of it... He left me alone during the whole process. He stopped talking to me for a whole month, and right before we had our seven month anniversary, he broke up with me, dropped out, changed schools, and became a nurse instead. We hadn't talked or seen each other ever since." Phoebe finalized.
By the end of her story, Phoebe had tears rolling down her cheeks, and she was trying her hardest to hold back her sobs. Michael on the other hand, was fuming. He now understood why she hadn't talked about it before. The whole thing was just too painful for her. Michael wanted to walk over to Cameron right then and there and give him a piece of his mind. How could anyone leave someone they claimed to love behind during their most painful moments? Specially when it was losing a baby that they had both created? Michael wished he could've been there for Phoebe during that time, or that he could've stopped it somehow. Maybe if he had been around for her more, she wouldn't've even started dating him in the first place and it never would've happened. But no, it did happen. And it wasn't Michael's fault, he knew that. He just wished he could've helped her.
