**Cameron's P.O.V.**
For the next few days, Nash doesn't get any better. I've been having to stay at his house with the Jack's, Grace, and him just in case we get any more signs of where Ellie is. I look at the alarm clock on the floor that Jack J. set up, 2:45. "Fuck," I groan and stumble off the couch. Poor Des is still sick. She's not vomiting, but she can't sleep and is super dizzy all the time. And I feel so bad that I can't be there for her. I walk down the hallway and peek into Nash and Grace's room. Grace is dead asleep with her body curled up against Nash. Nash wraps his arms around her and holds her close. I miss cuddling so much. It feels like it's been forever since Desserea was last in my arms. I walk back out to the living room, finding Rosalie sitting with her knees pressed to her chest. Her neck stretches back, making her head lean against the wall. Her back barely scrapes the wall, as she sighs.
"Rosalie?" I poke my head out from the end of the dark hallway.
"Oh, hi Cameron." since the night we went to the hospital to see Hayes, Rosalie and their baby Ashton have stayed with us. To be honest, I forget that Ashton is here sometimes cause he never cries or makes any noise. He's a lot like Rosalie, very quiet and shy.
"Why are you up so late?"
"I can't sleep, at all." she lets out a small cry and I see a tear roll down her cheek.
"Is Ashton keeping you up?" I notice Ashton is playing with the frayed ends of her hair that drape to the floor she sits on.
"No, he's fine. I'm just...scared."
"I know how you feel. I get scared, all the time. Hell, I'm scared to death right now." I admit.
"It's just Hayes and the whole artery and double pneumonia thing. Not to mention that my parents won't even help me out with Ashton."
"Why won't they help you?"
"They think I'm a disappointment because I had a baby this young. And I basically ruined their reputation." I can hear her choking on utter tears as they start to fall. "I just can't do this on my own," she brakes down and curls into a ball, utterly sobbing.
I sit down next to her and put my hand on her shoulder," It's gonna be okay, I promise. Life is hard. My daughter has been in danger since the second she was born. I've cried myself to sleep and punched many walls over it, but I know that something good will come out of it.".
She remains silent, curled up in her own little world. Rosalie has isolated herself into a world where nobody can see her, nobody can judge her or make fun of her mistakes. A world that is nothing but pure silence. "Here, you try to sleep and I'll take care of Ashton." I pick up Ashton and carry him to my air mattress, which is right across from the couch she sleeps on.
"Okay," I hear a faint whisper come from her. When I get a close look at Ashton, I realize how much he resembles Rosalie. Even though he has pure blue eyes like Hayes, he has the same ash rose toned hair and beaded eyes like Rosalie. His chubby little cheeks make it hard to see his dimples, but I know they're there.
Ashton moves one chubby hand upward towards my head and tries tugging on my hair. People think babies are so hard, but once they're not crying or screaming, they're quite beautiful. I tickle his little feet and he giggles quietly. When I look over at Rosalie, she already is asleep, even though she's still curled up into a tiny ball. I decide that I should go to bed, when Ashton starts to flutter his eyelids shut in my arms.
I don't move, not wanting to wake Ashton or Rosalie, I just close my eyes and hope to fall asleep. I hear a stumble, and see Jack G. appear from the hallway. His brown hair springs into different directions, softly blowing in the breeze from the ceiling fan that is barely spinning. "Cameron? What are you doing up?" he asks in a hushed tone, noticing I'm awake at two o'clock in the morning.
"I just can't sleep. Why are you up?" I whisper, trying not to wake anyone.
"Stress. Quick question, why are you cuddling with Ashton?" He points at Ashton, who is now purring in my arms. I slowly set him down on my bed and place one of his small blankets over his shivering body.
"Sorry," I tip toe over to Jack and sit down with him at the island. He places his arms on the table and splats his face in between them.
"Why Cameron? Why did you have to tell them? Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut?" he mumbles.
"I just wanted to protect you. It was your decision, not mine. I chose to stay and sleep at Johnson's house, but you decided to drive."
"It's not like I killed anyone! I didn't even get in an accident!" he yells in a whispery voice.
"You still shouldn't have driven home! You knew that they'd find out eventually! And you knew that your dad's best friend is a cop! You knew at some point they'd find out!"
"I know that I knew that! I just wasn't thinking! For fucks sake, I was fucking drunk!" he screams, making Ashton wake up. For once in my life, I heard Ashton cry. Jack stand up and walks away. "Where are you going?"
"Somewhere far from you!" he slams him and Johnson's door. I feel bad and walk over to Ashton, who is being comforted by Rosalie.
"Sorry bout that," I stretch my neck.
"It's fine, I'm just gonna sleep with Ashton tonight." she sighs before crawling onto the couch with Ashton bundled up in her arms. I sigh and pull out my phone to text Desserea, but then I realize I already have a text from her, a video.
I open up my phone and watch the video she sent. The second it turns on, chills roll down my spine. "Hello Cameron, you weren't expecting this were you?" the devilish face of none other than Damian speaks.
OMFG DAMIAN IS STILL ALIVE!!!!!!!! What will Cameron do next?
-Rose🌹
