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*Cameron's P.O.V*

Sometimes I think I was designed to be alone. Every single think I have ever enjoyed is always snatched away from me. Every time I think something is here to stay, it's gone before I can blink. Nothing changes, does it? Now, in so many ways I prefer my own company. Trust me it's better. There's nothing better than an empty soul and polluted lungs.

I got the courage to pick myself up from the bed and look to see where the hell I was at. I looked around and see it's a room. A hotel room to be more specific. There's a naked girl laying in the bed. She looks trashy. Probably a stripper from yesterday. I look in the mirror. Tattoos. Why am I not surprised?

I get dressed and prepare for whatever life throws my way. I grab a cigarette, as well as a lighter and make my way downstairs. I lean on a wall and put the cigarette up to my lips with the lighter lit. I light the cigarette and smoke my troubles away waiting for tomorrow hoping that it'll be better than today.

I puff out the smoke and look up to see Chris. Ever felt what it's know to look at the devil straight in the eye. Cause I have. "Cameron! Had a good time yesterday?" I grab the cigarette away from my lips and blow the smoke in his face. "I had better." He coughed and fanned the smoke away from his face. "Well, to me you did seeing all the." He paused. "All the marks." He squad gesturing to my tattoos.

"That's where your wrong. Tattoos are supposed to be body art. When you get a tattoo it's for something you wanna remember and treasure forever. But last night, not even the devil would wanna remember that and he's the ruler of hell." I took my final puff of the cigarette. Then I dropped it to the floor and stepped on it.

He gave me a confused look. "C'mon we have our hoes back." He smiled. "Don't refer to woman as 'hoes'." I looked him dead in the eye, keeping my finger ok his chest. He shook his head and mumbled something. I thought back to what happened yesterday. But then again I don't really care anymore. If god doesn't care enough for me to be in the right place then why should I. At that moment Bethany reached my mind. I hope she's okay. My princess.
                           
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Later in the night Chris took me to yet another club. We walked in no troubles at all. I sat on a chair in the corner. I looked around and saw all the sweaty, drunk, and drugged people. Right now I'm wondering if I should kill everyone around me or if I should kill myself.

"You look lonely baby." A girl walked up to me. She had no bra on but she had pasties on, a g-string on, and finally enough jewelry to weight twenty pounds. She sat on my lap and began to move her hips to the rhythm of the song. "Grab my waist love." She grabbed my hands and put them around her waist.

I got uncomfortable and removed my hands from her waist. "Thanks but no thanks." I gently took her off my lap and walked to a couch in the middle of the club. "Your lost!" She yelled. "Oh no, trust me sweetheart the lost is yours!" I yelled back. She wished she was grinding on my crotch right now.

I sat down on the couch and on my way I grabbed a Hennessy bottle. When I sat down a guy sat next to me. "So I saw you take that stripper of your lap. You're the first guy to do that to her." I chuckled and put down my bottle. "She probably has aids from all the guys she slept with."

He laughed. "You're funny." I mumbled a 'yeah I know' as I took a sip from my Hennessy. "So what's a sad guy like you doing here?" I looked over at him. "And you are?" He stuck his hand out in front of me. "I'm Logan." I took his hand. "Cameron."

"So, you still didn't answer my question. What's a sad guy like you doing here?" I took a deep breath and laid back. I don't even know what I'm doing here. I don't even want to be here. This is something I chose. It's just some stupid shit that came in my life. "Loosing my mind."

*Bethany's P.O.V*

I got up from my bed. If only suicide was an option. Cameron hasn't been here so there's definitely something wrong. I put on some clothes so I can go to Cameron's mother and ask where the hell is her bitch ass son. I opened the door and there was Cameron's mom standing.

"Ms. Brenner I was just about to come over." She looked worried. "I just came over to see Cameron." I turned my head. Cameron? Isn't he with her? "Hold up. I was just about to go to your house to see if Cameron was with you." She backed up. "I have to go." She mumbled barley being audible. "What? Shouldn't we call the police?"

"No!" I step back at her sudden tone. Why is she yelling at me? "This is your fault!" I put my keys down and stared straight into her eyes. "How is this bullshit my fault?! Your fucking son left! So if it should be anyone's fault, it's yours!" Yeah I'm a bitch. But I'm pregnant with twins, my sisters gone, and now so is Cameron. What the fuck do you expect?

"He probably left because you were probably putting pressure on him! Now that you have twins you were scaring him! This is your fault!" I pointed my finger at her chest and began yelling at her. "Listen, he was the one that was putting pressure on me! More specifically to have sex! He's the one who walked away from me! So don't come over here to MY HOUSE and yell at me for your fuckboy sons disappearance." I backed up and put my hand on the back of my front door. "Now get your dumb ass out of my front yard." Then I slammed the door.

Once I slammed the door I broke down. All the emotions hit me at once. Anger and sadness run through me like a damn marathon. I don't know if it's the hormones but I feel like a bag of depression. I grab the tissues and my phone. I go upstairs up to my room.

I turn off the lights and lay on my bed. I play my music and grab my tissue box. I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling. Don't you ever purposely listen to sad music just to become even more sad. Before I knew it I fell asleep.

I wake up in the middle of the night with a hard pain in my stomach. I look at my phone lock screen. 4:05. The pain continues. "Ow! What the hell? OW!" I was in so much pain. I look down and see blood. I gasp in fear. Oh my god. "MOM! MOM! I'm bleeding!"

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Cameron's mom was rude asf . don't blame her doe her only son is missing. i'd do the same.