the runaway | jcc ✧˚.

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Original POV
I woke up to no Jc and no Jaylyn. They went home?

I sighed and trudged downstairs. "Hey dad, did you see Jc and Jay-" I got downstairs to see Jc and Jaylyn already at the table, eating breakfast.

"Wait, what?" I shook my head and rubbed my eyes.

"Nancy came upstairs and got us, Jaylyn and I left you to your sleep; you seemed very tired last night and I wanted you to get all the sleep you needed."

I smiled a toothy grin and sat down in the chair next to Jc, where a plate of food was already set.

"So, I was talking to Jc about some things while you were sleeping..." My dad glanced over at Jc and then back at me. Jc nodded and waited for one of us to say something.

"Jesus Christ, dad. Did you tell him a bunch of embarrassing ass stories? Oh my god." I giggled in embarrassment and rested my head in my hands to hide my blushing face.

"No, Cam. It's good news," Jc rubbed my thigh and I looked up at him and then my dad.

"Well Jc was telling me how you guys have gotten really close with each other..." What.

"I don't know how to say this without it sounding like I'm kicking you out but we both agreed for you to move out to Jc's." What the fuck. He can't be serious. He never trusted me enough to go on a date with my ex boyfriend but all of the sudden he's suggesting me to move out? What's going on?

I laughed, "Funny stuff, dad." I took a bite out of the egg on my plate.

"No, I'm serious. I think it's good for you to finally get out. Things have been very different and... sad for you ever since you're mom disowned you." What? She didn't disown me, she died.

"I thought she died?" It was awkward for everyone as of now and I was beyond fucking confused.

"She did." He looked around frantically.

"You just said that she fucking disowned me." I stood up and looked at him with tears in my eyes.

"Cameron, sit. Let me explain."

"No. You fucking told me that I never got to meet my own mother because she died from breast cancer before I was even 10 months old. Am I even you're real daughter?"

"Yes." I shook my head. No I'm not, we don't even look alike and I highly doubt ALL of my genes came from my mother.

"Fuck it. Fuck you. Goodbye." I was furious and I was horribly crying. Here comes the fucking waterworks.

I ran upstairs and grabbed the four suitcases from my closet and stuffed all of my shit in it. Every. Single. Thing.

Jc's POV
Holy shit. What the fuck.

I ran upstairs after Cam, Jaylyn following me.

"Cam, what just happened?! Listen to me!" She wouldn't listen. She was running around her room, grabbing as many things as she could and shoving it inside her suitcases. Along with hysterically crying her eyes out. Her anxiety was getting the best of her.

"Cameron!" I ran towards her and wrapped my arms around her, restraining her from freaking out more.

-2 hours later-

I eventually calmed Cam down and we finished packing her suitcases. Jaylyn was helping pack everything in her bathroom while us two were still in her room.

"What the fuck happened back there?" I asked her as I put a pair of her shoes in the suitcase.

"Let's not talk about it right now, yeah?" She looked down and I nodded with an apology.