(Hey guys I saw your comments telling me to update. But I've been really sick lately.Thanks for all your love and support. And I need to know if you guys want a sequel... Because I have ideas for that too. Let me know.)
Cameron's POV
I cant believe I was so stupid! I'm just sitting in the room. Laying here looking at the ceiling. i felt something dripping from my hand. I looked down, my hands had Kenzie's blood all over them. I didn't mean to do all of that stuff to her. I couldn't get her pregnant though!
I already have another life. I got a girl pregnant my sophomore year of high school. Every since then I been taking of her. I got her a nice three bedroom condo. She has a son and a daughter by me. They're a year apart and I consider that my family.
That's why when Mckenzie took me home the first night we met she saw all of those toys in the front yard. I needed to go get my kids from my grandmas house. but anyways i couldn't afford to start a new family. And my first instinct when I want to get rid of something is to kill it. Man I don't know what to do.
I think I might have lost her forever.... I just know that when she gets to wherever shes going someone is going to call the police on me. I already know I'm going to jail tonight.
McKenzie's POV
I drove for miles. I could barely see because my eyes were swollen and full of tears. I was crying so hard. It was that silent cry. The one where you want to scream but you can't find the strength to do it. I just noticed how far out our apartment was from my church, family and friends.
I finally got back into the city and I looked down while I was at a red light. My bra was bloody. I didn't even have time to put on any actual clothes. Just my sports bra and some shorts I saw while hiding in the bathroom. I didn't know where I wanted to go. Everyone I love and cared about, I betrayed them for Cameron. I can't stop these tears. I don't want to go to my moms house because
I don't want a lecture and I don't want my dad to go after Cameron. Darius would never let me in after I left him for Cameron. I just needed somewhere to go because I'm getting dizzy from all the blood I'm losing. I think I'm going to try to go to Darius's house. He always know just what to do.
I pulled up to his house and slugged my weak body out of the car. I looked down at my white seats and they were covered in blood. I crawl up the driveway and banged on the door. After a few minutes Darius answered, "Kenzie?! Mckenzie Jesus Christ he did this to you didn't he? What happened?!" He said picking me up off the floor and carrying me to the couch. "He tried to kill me because he thought I might be pregnant." I managed to whisper.
I looked up and saw tears flowing down Darius's face. He held my hand and he just cried. I never knew he was that type of person. "Darius killed our mother Kenzie I tried to warn you about him! That same gun he tried to kill you with is the same gun he killed our mom with." Darius said in a slow rage.
I just closed my eyes and cried. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen to me. I've always been so independent. I had my own job and I was paying for my own stuff. Even though my parents were rich.
Then he took away everything I had. He eventually made me quit my job at Hollister and he moved me out into these suburban apartments far away from my friends church and family. I don't know if I should call the police or just let it go. I'm just so tired of Cameron's games...
What if I really am pregnant? He beat the living crap out ore with a gun! I sat up on the couch when I heard Darius come back with a warm towel and some fresh clothes I left at his house. I grabbed my phone out of my purse and something in me still couldn't dial 911.
I just couldn't see him going to jail. I know he's damaged from his past. He just needs someone to love him. Maybe jail will help, he needs some time to think about what he's done. "911 what's your emergency?", the lady said in a sweet tone. "I need to report and attempted murder and battering", I managed to choke out.
"Okay ma'am and who's the victim?", she said in a more sweet tone. Almost as if she was talking to a baby. "I'm the victim ma'am." I said in a irritated voice. "Okay and would you like to come down to the police station? Did this recently occur?" She said as she typed on the computer.
"It's been happening on and off for months now but tonight he tried to kill me. I got away and I'm at his brothers house." "Okay ma'am come down as soon as you can. I have filed your report have a goodnight ma'am. I hope you come in.", she said as she hung up.
*30 minutes later*
I carefully took my clothes off in a room at the police station and handed them to the guy on the other side of the curtain. He passed me a black robe and told me to cover up because he was coming to examine me. This tall white man came across the curtain and started sticking me everywhere with cotton swabs for his rape kit.
Then he started making phone calls to my parents. Darius was by my side the whole time holding my hand. A few minutes later my parents came in and as soon as my mom saw me she started crying really hard. My parents stepped outside as the doctor talked to them and gave them my report. When he came back inside he said, "the police are on the way right now to go pick up Cameron."
I don't know why but when he said that I started crying. I don't know why I'm still having these type of feelings for someone who tried to kill me. But I just feel so bad. My parents brought me some clothes and I changed into those. After that the doctor cleaned the blood from my face and doctored my wounds.
We all went our separate ways and left. I dropped Darius off back at his house then my drove to my parents house. I had a lot of explaining to do.
Cameron's POV
I was laying on my couch waiting. Finally I heard the police banging on the door. "Open up it's the police, we have a warrant for your arrest Cameron." They said. I felt tears flow down my face. I got up and walked to the door with my hands up. Before I opened the door I got on my knees and put one hand behind my head.
When I opened the door the stupid police tackled me and put the hand cuffs around my hands. "You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and MAY be used against you; you have the right to have an attorney present before and during the questioning; and you have the right, if you cannot afford the services of an attorney, to have one appointed, at public expense and without cost to them, to represent them before and during the questioning." The police officer said as he put me in the car. I'm bit my lip and silently cried as we drove off. Not because I was scared of jail but because I'd just realized a all that I lost.
