• My Best Friend's Brother : His Secret • { Cameron Dallas }

t w e n t y - t h r e e

Alex and my father searched for Cameron all night. The stress had gotten to me, and I eventually had given out, and was in stressful pain, that led to Alex calling an ambulance.

I could feel my heart pulsating through my body, and a million thoughts ran through my head at one time.

Where is Cameron? Is he okay? Is my baby okay? Am I even okay? Why am I hurting so bad? Would Cameron come back?

I couldn't help but wonder these. Alex had panicked when he noticed me having a panic attack caused from the pain. He said he didn't have a choice but to call 9-1-1. But my main concern was Cameron. Where was Cameron?

When the ambulance arrived they picked me up carefully and placed me on a gurney, checking my baby's vitals, and mine as well. I leaned my head back not paying the slightest bit of attention to them.

"Alex", I said through heavy breaths. "Don't you dare show up to that hospital until you find Cameron."

Alex sighed, and his eyes turned soft along with his face. I knew what he was going to say.

"But Mack. We need to be with you."

"No you need to find Cameron, and he needs to be there. Alex so help me God if Cameron isn't with you when you show up to that hospital." I said through gritted teeth.

"Blood pressure is dropping." A medic said, and then everything went black.

•••

"Mrs. Dallas?" The doctor called to me. Why was it that every time someone called me by my new last name it was my doctor.

"Mrs. Dallas, I know you've just woken up, but we have some news for you." He said sounding disappointed. I looked around the room, but no one was there but the doctor who stood at the foot of my bed.

"Mrs. Dallas, you've lost the baby." His voice rang like a thousand gun shots to my heart. "I'm sorry we did everything we could, but it most likely would've never survived childbirth due to a rare heart disease she had. It wasn't detectable, and I am so very sorry."

I felt my stomach, hoping to feel the kicking of the baby that had once been inside of me, but there was nothing. I felt empty, and emotionless, like my whole world had just ended, in which it had.

There would be no daughter. There would be no holding her, kissing her, helping her when she got hurt, or being there for her when she got sick. There would be no use in protecting her from all of the evil things in the world, because there would be no her.

My heart ached, and I longed for someone's comfort, but no one was here. I blamed myself. Not for losing the baby, but for no one being here. Alex was only doing what I had asked, and now here I was, lying in a hospital bed, feeling empty, and sad.

I had forgotten the doctor still stood at the foot of my bed until he coughed to grab my attention. I stared at him with my mouth partially open still.

"Is there anyone you need to call?" The doctor asked. But I just shook my head. I closed my mouth, and shook my head. The doctor left, and then with the door closed, the blinds closed, and the only thing left was the light on, I truly felt alone.

Silence had ensued into the whole room, and my thoughts once again were clouding my mind. I just needed Cameron. I just needed him.

I began to cry, but not like any other cry. This cry was different. I felt empty, and alone, like no one could ever replace or help to fix this feeling inside of me. Nothing.

For hours, I stayed in the bed, crying to myself, asking why it had to be my baby, wondering if it had been because of the demons or monsters who chased us, all in complete silence.