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"Cameron Marie!"

My mother's shrill voice pierced through the walls. I knew she had found it. I looked up from where I had planted myself on the couch when I got home from school. I watched her closing in on me. Her eyes were locked on mine. Her normally chocolate brown irises were almost black with anger, and I'm sure my ocean blue ones were filled with sheer horror.

I have always been afraid of my mom. She scared away my dad, every potential lover she ever had, children at the grocery store. If she wasn't happy, no one was safe.

"This is strike three Cameron. You know what that means."

Her voice was sharp and stiff. No emotion but seething rage. All I wanted to do was cry. I gathered my voice.

"It was a mistake. Mom, i'm so sorry! Please, give me another chance."

My voice cracked with the last word. I am so pathetic.

"No Cameron. Three strikes. You're out. You have an hour to pack. You better hope Calum hasn't left for the tour yet."

She sneered.

"If he even still wants you "

(A/N Okay, so I know this story like really super sucks, but I'm writing it as an escape. Love you guys)

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