Cameron's POV:

"Hello?" I heard a male voice answer the phone.

"Hello?" I said uncertain. Did I call the wrong number? I took the phone from my ears and check the digits. Nope, cant be. Every single digit is correct.

"Is this Leah's phone?" I asked still very uncertain.

"Yes." the male at the other end said.

"Okay, how did you have her phone?" I asked. Maybe it's the wrong Leah. It has to be. No way, would the Leah Clearwater I know would let anyone touch her beloved phone. Unless they want a death wish.

There was a pause at the other end. "Hello?" I asked. Was he still there? This guy is beginning to piss me off. Who the hell is this guy?

"She's in the hospital." the voice at the other end said not answering my question at all.

"What?" I asked. "It cant be my Leah. She cant be in the hospital again."

It has to be the different Leah. The Leah I know will be damned if she ends up at the hospital again. The whole point of that whole blacking out on stage, was to relocate her, so she can get better. Which is a dumb idea. Leah belongs here. I wish she was here, than this whole mess, wouldn't of happen. If she never left, we would be happy. Nothing would of changed. But, no her dumb ass agent and her witch of a mother had other ideas.

"It is Leah Clearwater." he said. "Your Leah Clearwater, not that you deserve to call her that."

"What's wrong with Leah?" I asked. "And who is this?" I said angrily. This better not be some prank.

"Leah, passed out. She blacked out, yet again. She gotten that way, by not taking care of herself. You made her that way." he said accusing me.

Okay, who is this clown? How dare he judge me like this? Does he have any idea who he is talking to?

"Are you blaming me?" I demanded. "Do you know who I am.

"Yes, I am blaming you. And yes, I know who you are. You are Cameron Parker. And this is why I blame you. You stress her out, by giving her added drama. How can you sleep with her best friend? You don't deserve to be her boyfriend."

"Who the hell are you?" I asked irritated.

"It doesn't matter." the guy said.

"It does matter." I said my voice raising. "This is my girlfriend's phone you are answering. She matter's to me, so it matters to me for me to know who you are."

"She lives with my family. We met before, on the first night, except you were too wasted." he said.

I thought back to the night. I couldn't remember anything, except going to the bar to get wasted. I remember kissing her for the last time. He was right, I was wasted. Sometimes, I am too wasted to remember the things that I have done with Leah. Sometimes, I even forget the special moments, we have shared. I am ashamed of that. I regret that I dont remember some of the special nights we have shared. I dont exactly win best boyfriend of the year. But I do love her. I love her more than anyone and everything. She knows that. I may get drunk and wasted, but I never forget how much I care for her.

"Well, where is she? Which hospital is she in? I have to go see her." I said scrambling up from where I was sitting.

"You cant see her." he said. "Your not family."

"Either are you." I said. "I am her family. I am more of her family, than you will ever be. I am something to her. And what are you to her? I am her boyfriend. And I am not the only one that might want to see her."

"You shouldn't show up. It might only upset her more." he said coldly. "I dont want her to see her hurt once more by some jackass, that dosent even care about her."

"Too bad, I am showing up in that hick of a town you call home. And for the reccord, I do care about her. I am getting her back. She's coming home with me. I dont care what her mom or that creep of a agent says. She is going home, to a place where she belongs. She will never see you again. And you will never see her again, except on the TV screen." I said hanging up the phone.

After I hanged up, Marissa walked inside the room again.

"Cameron." she said softly. "What is wrong? What's with all the yelling?"

"Leah's in the hospital. We have to go see her." I told her.

"Is she okay?" she asked concerned.

"I don't know." I said. "We need to tell them too."

"Yeah, I know." Marissa said. "Let's go tell them."

Leah's POV:

I opened my eyes and saw the bright light shining through my eyes, blinding me. I groaned and closed them immediately. What the hell is this bright light? Whoever that is shinning the bright light towards me, is a jackass.

"Leah." Someone said. It was a female voice. A very familiar one.

I looked over to see who might be calling me.

Than I saw her. She had honey blonde hair, wearing that familiar flowered dress, that I remember from my child hood.

"Mom?" I asked. I blinked. I look again. It was her. She took a wisp of her blonde hair that is falling in front of her face.

She looked like my mom again. The mom she used to be before daddy died.

I can smell her rose perfume.

I fell home sick. Or maybe it should be mother sickness. I missed my mother. I haven't hugged her for so long. I missed the feel of my mom's arm around me. I missed the comfort that a mother provide.

"Mommy!" I shouted running towards her like there was no tomorrow. I haven't called her mommy since I was a little kid.

I hugged her soft warm body. "I miss you." I said. All of a sudden, I felt safe, warm and secure in my life. It was a feeling that I missed.

Than everything changed. The sky darkened. The whole mood was shifted. "Mom?" I asked. "What's happening?"

She was no longer beside me. Where did she go? I frantically looked all around.

"Mom?" I screamed panicking. "Mom? Where are you?" I shouted. She cant be leaving me again. I lost her once, I don't want to loose her again.

Than out of the shadows, a dark unclear figure show up.

I shudder.

"Who are you?" I shouted. "And what have you done to my mom?"

He showed stepped out of the shadows and showed his face.

He looked so familiar. It was like I seen his face before. He had long dirty blonde hair. His hair was in a pony tail.

Something is not right. I feel like I know him some how. I couldn't remember his name. But my brain is searching, for the answer that I know. Something is nagging in me, that I know his name, but had forgotten.
"Who are you?" I whispered.

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