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

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Cameron's POV -

4:45 P.M.

I pulled up in front of my mom's house... Yeah, I flew all the back to California. A After the fight with London, I drove straight to the airport & booked the first flight to San Diego. I rented a car and drove to my moms.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, I took it out & saw "My Love ♡" with London's picture underneath.

"Hello ?" I answered.

"Cameron, I drove all around Atlanta & I can't find you, Faithe hasn't seen her daddy all day and we need to talk about this." She panicked.

"London, I'm in California." I mumbled.

"California !?" She yelled.

"Yeah.. at my mom's house."

"Cameron, what the fuck ?"

I hung up and threw my phone on the passenger seat. I put my head on the steering wheel and burst out into tears. London and I came too damn far to get a divorce & that's the last thing I want. I also hit her which took things to another level.I looked down at my phone & saw that she was calling me back.

"Cameron, are you running away from this family ?" She asked me, with an obvious attitude.

"I don't know what you want from me." I cried into the phone.

I heard her sigh.

"Faithe, go play. Mommy will come get you when its time to eat." I heard London say.

"I don't wanna eat, I want my daddy." She yelled.

"Cameron, could you talk to her ?" London whispered.

I sniffled and wiped my tears.

"Yeah."

"Daddy ?" Faithe's tiny voice mumbled.

"Hi baby girl... what's up ?" I asked.

"Daddy, where are you ?"

"I'm at Gramma's house.." I told her.

"That's far away."

"I know, baby."

"Daddy, why are you leaving me ? Do you hate me ?" She asked, starting to cry.

I started crying again, but this time harder.

"No, I'm not leaving you & I definitely don't hate you." I weeped like a bitch.

"Why you crying ?" She asked me.

"Baby girl, daddy loves you so much, I'm gonna be home soon. Give the phone to mommy." I said.

I heard shuffling then London's voice.

"Cameron, I'm so sorry for what I said to you & I deserved what happened. Please come back baby."

I cried harder.

"Bae, I don't know.. we ain't gon work out if you hold this shit over my head.."

"Cameron, you were cross-faded and killed my child." She whispered into the phone.

"London, you killed the baby before that ! You was pregnant getting cross-faded & I moved on from that shit the next fucking day ! If you can't do that shit for me then we don't need to be together !" I yelled, crying at the same time.

"But-"

"And not once, did you think about me. How you think it is, having yo wife call you a murderer ? How you think I feel knowing that for the rest of my life, I have to know I'm the reason my wife was coughing up blood & that I'm the reason in the next five months I ain't gon' have a son or daughter ? How you think I feel ?!" I asked.

"......"

"Answer me."

"I never thought about it, Cameron." She sniffed.

"I'll give you time to think about it. I'll talk to you later." I said, hanging up.

I got out the car & went to knock on the door. When my mom opened the door, I broke down & began crying on her shoulder.

"Cameron !? Baby, what are you doing in California."

"I had to leave, ma. I had to."

"Come in here, baby. Tell me what happened." She pulled my into the living room. I sat on the couch and turned to face my mom.

"Well, we recently found out London was 4 months pregnant. Her and Faithe was arguing cause Faithe ain't want her to have the baby..." I sighed, wiping my face. "I went out that night, smoked weed, drank, I went to have a good time. I came home, London and I got into a fight." I cleared my throat. "I was trying to apologize & I laid on top of her, smashing her belly. I heard her crying, but I eventually passed out and when I woke up she was coughing up blood, the baby had died." I wiped tears that fell.

"Oh, Cameron.." My mom shook her head, covering her mouth.

"She told me I had two weeks to shape up or she leaving me." I broke down. "I started taking pills, yelling at baby girl & the stress and pills built up so much I had a seizure."

My mom came and sat next to me, putting her hand on my leg.

"What else, Jeremiah ?" She called me by my middle name.

"The next morning, London kept blaming & blaming me for the death & thrthreatened our marriage. I realized I had enough when she called me a murderer. I slapped her as hard as I could, threw the ring at her & now I'm here." I looked at my mom. She was in tears.

"Cameron, you hit your wife & left her and your child alone ?!" She stood up, slapping the shit out of me.

"Yes.." I looked down.

"This is not the first time I've heard of this bullshit, Cameron. Your father put his hands on me and you went and followed in his footsteps."

"Yo ! Shut the fuck up, ma !" I stood up, yelling.

"Cameron, sit down or that ass will be mine." She pushed me on the couch. "You've changed, Cameron. You used to love, London. Now I hear about you, hitting her, treating her like she don't matter. My son would never do something like this. My son is a sweetheart. I don't even know who you are, or what happened to you but you can bet that ass I'll find out." She yelled. "Now you need to get whatever you brought here, pack it up & go, because strangers are not welcome in my home."

She turned around, walking up the steps. I ran to the staircase, grabbing her arm.

"Ma, you gon put me out like that ?" I asked her.

"You heard what I said. I love you, but you need to step." She turned and went upstairs.

My mom never gave it to me straight like that, so this shits hitting me hard. I walked out the house, slamming the door & got in my car.. there's only one place left for me to go.......

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