A/N: I'm so sorry I've been taking so long to update. I'm sorry if that's not good enough but sometimes real life comes before my online life. But I promise to update sooner this time though.
Can we just all send out for Jane's loved ones because I know how it feels to lose loved ones to cancer and Jane was so, so young. She still had to see the world but I suppose God had other plans for her. But what the boys did for her was beyond sweet and I'm sure it had all of you in tears- I know I was tearing up. And 'Ronan' guys... Cancer is just something no one at any age should have to go through.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and the characters I've created.
"Camille... Relax," Ethan coaxes, rubbing her arm. "Getting worked up isn't going to help anything."
But despite what he says, Camille waves him off and continues to seethe with anger. She clenches and unclenched her fist, gritting her teeth. Figuring that he won't be able to calm her down by himself, he pulls out his phone and quickly shoots Logan a quick text before turning his attention back to Camille.
Camille grumbles and begins to speed down the sidewalk with Ethan at her heels. As she approaches their car, she unlocks it, gets in and slams the door behind her in the process.
Ethan, who climbs into the passenger seat, touches her arm. "Calm down Cami."
Camille shakes her head violently, bouncing impatiently in her seat. "No, I can't! Because she has no right to talk to me like that! She's no one to me and she thinks that she can just waltz right into my life and control it when she can't." She inserts the key in the ignition in the process but sulks when she realizes they can't go anywhere without Logan and Katie.
"Hey, don't let her get to you alright?" Ethan tells her gently.
"How can I not? She pretty much just told me my entire life has been a mistake!" she shrieks. She grips the steering wheel tightly, clenching her teeth.
"Just because she says so, doesn't mean it's true. Cami, look at me," Ethan guides her chin towards him, "You're wonderful. Do you even realize how many people look up to you? They know you're a hero. You saved me. And just because you found someone and were lucky enough to have Logan when you were going through so much and she didn't, doesn't mean you have to give up your happiness. She's jealous of what you have. You have a perfect marriage, perfect friends and a perfect little baby on the way. And you're famous. I don't know about you but that seems way better than the life Cynthia has lived."
"Nothing about my life is perfect," Camille mutters silently. "If it were, Cynthia wouldn't have left us when we were little kids, I wouldn't have been abused, I wouldn't have lost you, and I certainly wouldn't have spent months upon months in the hospital and in therapy."
Ethan shrugs, "Maybe so but that doesn't mean you don't have real friends, a husband that loves you with all his heart and a baby that you know will have the perfect life. She regrets giving up all that even if it was years ago."
Sighing, Camille slumps her shoulders. "That doesn't mean I forgive her. Not for what she did year ago and not for what she just did."
"I'm not asking you to do that, Camille. Trust me when I say I don't either because what she said and did was so wrong but all I'm saying is that she's just scared that she's watching history repeat itself. She doesn't want you to have regrets in life like she did."
"I know that. But she needs to realize I'm not her. She doesn't know a thing about me so she can't tell me what's right and wrong for me." She's silent for a few moments before speaking up again, "When did you grow up so much?" she asks and then laughs. "Then again..." she trails off, shaking her head, approaching a different way, "You're acting like you're older than me."
At that, Ethan holds smiles and Camille gathers him into a hug. "I'm really glad I have you," she whispers softly, "Thank you."
"There's no need to thank me, Cam."
And they sit like that until Logan and Katie come running towards them and their brother/sister moment is interrupted, they don't say a word while Camille drives them back to the PalmWoods.
"Will you tell me what happened?" Logan inquires, lightly touching her upper arm.
She hums to herself quietly, making coffee for the both of them. It had began to rain just minutes ago and as a chill danced throughout their apartment, Camille got up to make some got coffee for Logan and herself. "There's nothing to tell."
She's been ignoring what's happened ever since her talk with Ethan though it is killing her inside. Emotions are swirling in her brain and she doesn't know what to make of anything right now. Cynthia sure knew how to mess with her mind.
Logan scoffs, "Obviously there is." His eyes dim a little as he speaks, "Something's bothering you," he states bluntly.
"I don't want to talk about it, Logan," she tells him swiftly. She brushes past him, walking over to the cabinet and pulling out two mugs, pouring the steaming coffee into them.
"Babe, whatever it is, it's killing you on the inside. I can see it in your eyes, Cam. Maybe it'll help if you talked about it?" he suggests.
Camille shakes her head, biting her lip. "No, I said I didn't want to talk about it."
"Please? I mean if you tell me-"
"Stop it!" Camille screeches. She slides the mugs in her hands across the counter and some of the coffee spills, making a sticky, hot mess.
"Stop?" he asks confused.
"Stop it, Logan! Stop pushing me into telling you things I'm not ready to talk about yet! Maybe I can't talk about it yet so quit interrogating me. You don't know what happened today. The woman I waited years for told me I'm a failure and I'm screwing up my life. It's not fair, okay Logan? I have put up with enough crap in my life and this was the last thing I needed." She sniffles, touching her nose. Frustrated, she leans into the counter, pushing her hands to her face and into her hair, closing her eyes. Exhaling multiple times before looking up, it's clear have saddened since minutes ago. "I'm sorry," she whispers. And she is- for snapping at him when he was not at fault. Camille knows that Logan only cares about her.
He walks over and rubs her shoulders affectionately. "Hey, I should be the one saying sorry. I didn't know it felt like I was pushing you too much. I'm sorry."
She shakes her head. "I snapped at you for something that wasn't your fault. I'm just... tired... I'm going to go take a nap or something..." she mutters off, shrinking out of Logan's touch and dragging herself to their bedroom. She crawls under the covers, clutching them and shutting her eyes.
Back in the kitchen, Logan wipes down the counter, leaving it stainless, and then grabbing his cup of coffee which was only a little bit cooler than before. Minutes have passed and as he goes to check on Camille, he finds her sound asleep, a tear dribbling down her face and at the sight, Logan's heart breaks.
2:00 AM the next morning:
Camille is very much awake. In fact, she has been for at least an hour now if not more. She's thrown up four times in the past hour and she feels absolutely awful. Every time she tried to fall back asleep, she's awaken when more bile rises to her throat. It's weird- she's never thrown up this much before. Not during her pregnancy, not ever. Her throat feels raw and dry despite the sips of water she's been taking, her mouth tastes disgusting and she feels so exhausted. She has no idea how Logan's still asleep. To be honest, she wants him awake so he can help her feel better but she can't bring herself to wake him up from his peaceful slumber. Not only that but she still feels bad for snapping at him before.
But as she feels nauseous for the fifth time in an hour, it takes her everything in her to not shake Logan awake. But she is reluctant and decides not to before running to the bathroom and emptying her stomach of the little contents that are present. She suddenly feels a hundred times worse and as she presses her forehead to cool surface of the tub, she can start seeing black spots invading her vision. Her stomach aches and as she sees more blackness, she struggles to find her voice.
"Logan!" she screams weakly, "Help... Something's wrong..." And with that, darkness overtakes her vision completely.
A/N: Short chapter and a cliffhanger... Not to mention that the chapter was not very good... I'll make up for it soon. :)
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