My Life Be Like 3 : Alternate Ending ; Cam & London.

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Cameron's POV -

I walked downstairs and saw Faithe watching T.V. & London was on the couch her back was faced towards me. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, then bent over and kissed her. London pulled away then got off the couch.

"Babe, where you going ?" I asked standing in front of her.

"Just move." She looked down.

"No, where you going ?" I asked cornering her.

"Cam, stop." I looked down at her & lifted her chin. "Bae, why you cryin' ?" I asked her.

"Just move, please." She looked in my eyes and tried to push me back. I wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Stop." I mumbled.

"If you don't wanna help me and my baby, that's fine."

"Babe. We need to talk about this in private. Come up here." I grabbed her arm.

I started taking her up the steps.

"Cameron, no don't talk to me !" She exclaimed.

"No, because you need to hear what I gotta say."

I pulled her into the room as she tried to snatch from me.

"Stop moving !" I yelled.

"No, you're making me uncomfortable !" She exclaimed.

"London, please listen to me." I sat her on the bed.

"No ! Get out my face !" She yelled.

"No !" I straddled London so she couldn't move.

"Cammmmmyyy." She smiled. "Stop.." She said trying to push me off.

"London, 6'2 and 185 pounds, you ain't gon' move me." I laughed.

"Just tell me what the fuck you have to say."

"I'm not comfortable, taking care of another nigga's child, London." I said.

"Cameron, I was raped ! This wasn't on purpose."

"But you're still trying to keep it, why would you want another dude's kid & you with me ?" I asked her.

London looked up in the air and shook her head.

"Cameron, look. I haven't even taken a test." She mentioned as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Baby, keeping that child is just a memory of the fact that you got raped." I tried to explain.

"We're done." She whispered, her voice cracking.

"Done with ?" I raised my eyebrow and climbed off her.

"Just know this.." She pointed between the two of us.. "This conversation, is over with." She said getting off the bed.

"Bae, what did I say ?" I grabbed her arm.

"Cameron. Stop !" She cried, pulling away.

"No, I- "

London punched me in the mouth as hard as she could.

"Fuck !" I exclaimed as my mouth bled out.

"What the hell ?!" I yelled.

"My baby is just a reminder of rape & that's it, Cam ? Huh? Fuck you, me & 2 my kids won't be spending the night here." She raised her voice as she walked to the closet.

London started throwing clothes on the bed. I wiped my mouth and grabbed her arm.

"You ain't takin' Faithe nowhere." I said to her.

"Cam, you want me to fuck you up again ?" She looked at me.

I grabbed her and pulled her into me.

"You ain't fuckin' shit up around here." I laughed. "Now drop them draws and do that thing with yo tounge daddy like." I tested her.

London turned around with her arm stretched out and hit me with all her force, making me stumble back a few feet.

"Don't pop off on some slick shit, Cameron !" Before London came to California she lived in Florida & before that she lived on the islands of Barbados & when she get mad you can sometimes hear her Bajan accent, this is definitely one of those times.

"Bitch, what the fuck ?"

"Oh, Imma biash (bitch) ?!" She pushed me.

"Calm down so I can understand what the fuck you sayin." I laughed at her knowing it was gon' piss her off.

"CamRon, I cannut eben stann you. Jest back up." [Cameron, I cannot even stand you, Just back up.] Her face turned red.

You can hear her accent when she talks but its not very noticeable until you actually listen to her. When she gets pissed she's very fluent with her shit.

"Okay, Joseline." I nodded.

"Leeeb me alone, CamRon. I'm tekin' Faithe and you'd be lucky if I caime back." She flipped her hair. [Leave me alone, Cameron.. I'm taking Faithe and you'd be lucky if I came back.]

"Yeah, you just see what happen if you don't come back." I laid on the bed.

"I'll find someone to love me and my unborn, even if it ain't his.. that's something a husband would do." She said in the calmest tone ever. "Just face it, Cam.. you hate me for this.." She turned around, tears staining her face with many more following, and went in the bathroom locking the door behind her.

I sighed then walked to the door, knocking on it. I heard London crying hysterically. I don't know how we gon' get through this shit.