My Happy Ending

Ch. 12

Same Day.. in California.

|Camille's POV|

"C'mon Mille, we gotta go!" Trigga stressed to me. We packed up a few bags and we're getting ready to head back to Atlanta.

We as in me, the baby, Kendrick and Trigga. Kareem decided he wanted to stay with my dad, and he was okay with that. But us, we had to go.

This was a life or death situation and I can't believe this shit is happening. I've been calling Brandon, but he hasn't picked up yet.

"I need to call an old friend of mine." I heard Kendrick mumble, as I placed Bj in his carseat. I just hope nobody hurts my baby in the process.

I hopped in the back with him, while the boys spoke with my father. Seeing them do so, made me wonder where my Uncle Corey was. I haven't seen him in a couple of days.

After they finished talking, my father walked over to me. I opened the door some and he smiled a little at me.

"You ready for this war, babygirl?" He asked. I nodded and he reached down to kiss my cheek.

"But, what about you and where's Uncle Corey?" I asked, in a sadden tone. I don't want my them getting hurt.

"I've been in these streets a long time babygirl, I know what I'm doing. So does your Uncle Corey, he's in a safe place."

I nodded and he punched my cheek in a playful manner.

"I love you daddy." I smiled

"I love you more." He waved, as the guys got in.

"Alright pops, be safe. We love you man." Kendrick tells him.

"Just get out of here, knuckle heads." He laughed. Kendrick pulled off and Trigga was having a heated conversation with someone.

He hung up and was silent for the rest of the ride to the airport. We were getting security to drive the car down there.

Hopping out the car, I grabbed Bj and all his belongings. The security took care of the rest.

Climbing aboard, I placed Bj beside me and strapped him up safely. Kendrick and Trigga took the seats next to us.

I got comfortable, prepared for this little ride. I was getting ready to close my eyes, but Kendrick stopped me.

"You can't go to sleep. Bj is wide awake." He told me.

I gave him a blank stare.

"That's what his lovely Uncle is for, now excuse me.. I have a nap to take."

He smacked his lips and Trigga chuckled a little bit. Kendrick smacked his head and Trigga pushed him out the chair, but Kendrick brought him to the ground with him.

"Stop it, both of you! You're acting like children." I scolded, as the plane took off. They mumbled some shit under their breaths, but took a seat.

This time they were separated. I rolled my eyes and got comfortable again. Thank God, this was our private Jet or I would've been embarrassed.

4 hours later

"Yeah, she's asleep in the back- wait nevermind. She awake now." I heard Trigga say.

I rubbed my eyes and noticed we were back in Atlanta. I smiled a little, because I've missed my hometown. California is cool and all.. but nothing is better than the place you grew up in.

"Milly boo, Brandon wants to talk to you." He said, handing me the phone. I can't believe he still calls me that.

"Hello." I said into the phone.