Caroline grew up with fucked up parents.
I told them, and I was honestly expecting them to run, but they didn't.
They told me their stories.
We literally talked all day. They even stayed for dinner.
We all agreed that the past is the past.
We're good friends, I'd say.
They stayed for dinner. The kids are all friends now. We're sitting on the couch, talking, when the doorbell rings.
"I'll get it." Aaron says.
He gets up and walks out of the room.
I'm not paying attention, until I hear a voice.
"Does Camilla live here?"
My entire body tenses and I'm on my feet in seconds.
Channing looks at me with worry.
"Uhhhh." Aaron hesitates.
"Aaron, go to your room." I say.
"What?" he asks. "Why?"
"Do it." I say. "Now."
He pauses.
"Now!"
He looks really confused, but he turns around and goes to his room.
I wait until he's completely gone.
"You have a restraining order. What the hell?"
"No." he says. "It expired. I want answers."
"Please leave." I say, shaking my head.
"I'm not here to fight, Cammie. I wanna talk."
CHANNING'S POV
I recognized the voice, but I don't know from where, but Cam's entire body tensed up.
"I'm not here to fight, Cammie. I wanna talk."
"Who is that?" Caroline whispers.
"It's Uncle Matt." I whisper.
"Her Dad?"
"Kidnapper, and father, and uncle." I nod.
"I don't want to talk to you." Cam says.
"But why?" he demands.
There's a bit of silence.
"Why?" Cam repeats.
Ethan comes downstairs.
"Who's here Daddy?"
"Nobody. How about you go upstairs and play with Uncle Aaron?"
"Okay."
Ethan vanishes upstairs.
"Why?" she asks again. "You raped my mother to make my brother!"
CAM'S POV
I see anger in his eyes the second I say that. "My Mom and Dad didn't give me to you! You fucking kidnapped me! You molested me when I was a year old! You're a crazy ass, psychotic boy. My brother hates me now because I didn't tell him he's only here because you raped my Mom. He tried to kill me. I don't want to talk to you, because you're fucked up, and I don't want you anywhere near my fucking family."
He looks like he's ready to kill me.
"Now you listen here, you little brat-"
"I'm not a brat."
