Dolan's Baby | Dolan Twin Fanfiction

Childhood Friend's Nightmare

* Cameron's POV *

Dialling my mom's number, I panic. My head begins to spin and the room feels hot and clammy. The doctor and Olivia look at me in concern, tilting their heads, holding medical equipment. Halia's smirk is plastered across her face, her small arms folded along her chest. Jake, my disgusting ex, looks me up and down and rolls his eyes. He's familiar with my panic attacks.

"I'm going home. I don't even want an ultrasound. I'll be getting rid of this fucking baby." I mutter, grabbing my stuff and storming out. Getting into Grayson's BMW, I relax my feet onto the pedals. Time to go home and face my inquisitive brothers. I'll most likely come home to a sleeping Peyton as it's around 2am in the morning anyway.

At first my mother didn't answer, which I wouldn't expect. At the crazy age of 17 I shouldn't be carrying an evil man's baby. Not at all. I hate this. When will it end? Why Jake? Jake Coy out of EVERYONE! For goodness sake. I need a break from this stress. A getaway. The rumours at school will be unruly that Cameron Dolan is pregnant with her toxic ex's child. How will I even raise a disappointment? Will Jake stay in touch? I don't even know!

Driving along the road slowly and cautiously, I gaze out the window. I don't think anyone's really around at this time at night except free cop cars pacing around looking for crime scenes. Relatively understandable. My phone pings as I'm driving. This better be good.

Pulling over, I unlock my phone to see a text message from my childhood friend Amie. She hasn't contacted me in years. I'm talking four or five. The last conversation we had is when we were 13, and when we were going to go do some Vines at the mall. How strange.

The text reads 'Can you come to my house? It's semi urgent. Please. Come asap. From Amz'

My eyes flutter and a heavy heave comes from my chest. More drama and information that I probably don't want to hear. I wouldn't be surprised if Amie is knocked up again. She got pregnant at 15 (she's 17 just like me and Peyton) but aborted the baby a few days after finding out she was pregnant. I believe she regretted it. I don't know.

The roads are silent and dark. Kind of strange for a Friday evening. I've never understood the neighbourhoods near Olive Park Doctors. Always so silent and mysterious. Amie lives near Olive Park in Kempton, a small little village 10 minutes away from Olive center.

Pulling into Amie's parents driveway, I get my backpack and keys and hook them to my jeans. Knocking gently on the door, it opens to see Amie's distressed face full of tears. She moved to a school named Addy a long time ago, and I haven't seen her since, maybe why she's distant and we haven't spoke much. I know nothing about her life so far.

Her cheeks are stained with salty tears, dripping down her baby pink top. Her bleach blonde hair extensions dangle to her skinny waist and her lip injections are sore from holding in her sobs. "Amie? What the hell?" I ask concerned, stepping in to hug her.

She blubbers into my arms and all I can make out is 'Isaac..he came here."

Reality hit me.

Isaac Parks. The physco man who dated Amie for 3 years straight. Let me just tell you he is a big stalker.