Running Away: A Camaya Pregnancy Story
Maya's POV
I waited for about 30 minutes. Ugh, this boy is so god damn slow, so I start walking towards our 'bedroom', "Dallas! Hurry up! We don't have all..." I began to say as I pulled back the curtain. "Oh, oh my god... I am so sorry.", I say as my cheeks flush red. "Mama Matlin!", he screams at me as I turn around. "Can I turn back around?", I ask him. "Sure... whatever.", he says as I turn to face him. Yep, that's right, I walked in on a naked Mike Dallas. I turn back around, and he is only in his boxers. "I'm still sorry... about... that...", I say to him, at a loss for words. "You really need to be more patient, I mean, it's only 1 o'clock! We still have the whole day.", he says to me, pulling on a pair of dark blue jeans. "Well, it's not like I haven't seen it before!", I scream at him. "Shhhh... not so loud! Audra may hear you!", he says, running up to me, putting his hand over my mouth to quiet me. "Just forget it happened, and don't bring it up. It wasn't supposed to happen.", he says to me, letting his hand drop from my mouth. "Fine. I'll be waiting in the car!", I say to him, agitated. I grab his car keys from his dresser and run out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
Tori's POV
I was visiting Tristan for the first time since he was sent away. I didn't know what to expect from him. I was honestly really nervous. What will he have to say to me? Will he be angry that I haven't showed up at all since he has been locked up. I walked into the county juvenile detention center. A few minutes later I was walking through metal detectors, and being patted down. "Does everyone have to go through this?", I ask the security guard. "Yes. Now, I have to see your purse.", she says to me. "Why?", I ask, giving the lady my purse, and she starts digging through it. "To see if you have any weapons or drugs.", she says to me, as she keeps digging through all of my junk. "People really bring that stuff here?", I ask her. "You're all clear, and yes, they do.", she says to me, zipping up my bag, and handing it to me. "Right this way.", she says to me, leading me to a room, where I sat and waited about 10 minutes. After what felt like an eternity, Tristan was walked through the back entrance of the room, the door I was facing, by 3 security guards, who took position at the doors around the room. Tristan sat down across from me, and we looked at each other in silence. About 3 minutes after he walked into the room, I finally spoke up, "Maya told me that you wanted to see me.", I said blankly. "Yeah, there's a lot of things I want to talk to you about.", Tristan said to me. Boy, this was going to be one heck of a day.
Katie's POV
I walked passed tons of gravestones, until I came across Cam's. Maya hasn't visited Cam's grave since the funeral, Tori told me that she has visited it once with Zig and Tristan, and Maya refused to come. I wanted to visit the grave for Maya, though. I stood in front of it, then I sat down in front of it. "Um... Hey, Cam..." I said slowly, a little bit hesitate to continue talking to a gravestone. "It's me, Katie.", I said, then I paused. I didn't know what to say next, or even if I wanted to continue. I never really believed in the afterlife, or spirits, or ghosts, but, maybe it would bring me good luck, talking to Cam. "How's it going?", I asked, I knew I wasn't going to get an answer, but asking as if he was still alive would be able to get me through this visit. "I hope it's going well.", I said, then I sighed. I can't believe I was about to pour my heart out to a grave... and a dead person. "Well, our lives SUCK.", I said with an exasperated breath. "Everything is just... wrong. I mean, you died, Maya's knocked up with your kid, Tristan's basically in jail, Zig doesn't remember anything. Why'd everything have to just... fall apart? How much more love can a heart lose?!", I said to him in one breath. I stopped, my heart was racing, and I was breathing heavy, short breaths. "Why'd you have to go and die?", I asked, letting the tears that burned behind my eyes fall. I just sat there, and just let it out. I cried, and I cried for a good 10 minutes, until I felt something, or someone touch my shoulders. I quickly turned around, "Cam?", I said. I know, pretty stupid, but, that was the least of my worries, sounding stupid. There was no one there, I turned my head, left, then right, then left again, and still, no one. I had no more tears left, and no more words left, so I stood up. "Goodbye, Cam.", I said as I started to walk away, but I turned back around and looked at the grave again, "Thank you.", I said to Cam, I smiled at him, picturing him smiling back in my mind. And with that, I walked off of the graveyard, got into my car, started it, and drove off.
Dallas' POV
Maya and I walked into Babies R' Us. We needed to start something, considering she was almost 5 months pregnant by now, or at least I think she is, I lost count. "So, what do you want to look at first, Mama Matlin?", I asked her, looking down at the smaller blonde girl. "Let's look at the clothes.", Maya said to me, probably still angry at what I said earlier. God, why won't she let that go? We walked over into the clothes section, and Maya started picking clothes out, and by the time we got through one isle, she had about 20 different onesies. "Maya, you're not serious about getting all of those, are you?", I asked, and before she could respond, a lady, who looked about 7 months pregnant walked into the isle, and began talking to us. "So, you two are expecting a baby?", she asked us. "Oh, no, I'm not the father.", I said to the lady. She looked sympathetic towards Maya, thinking that the father just bolted out, not even knowing the half of it. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Where is he?", she asked, looking at Maya with, caring, dearing eyes. "He's um... well...", I began to say, but I couldn't find the right words, so I just trailed off, sounding like an idiot. The lady was obviously confused. "He's dead.", Maya said, flat out, with no emotion or hiccups. "Oh... wow, I'm very sorry for your loss. If you don't mind by me asking, how'd he pass?", she asked. I took Maya by the shoulders and tried to turn to leave, but she didn't budge. "He committed suicide.", she said, with still, no emotion. The lady stood in shock, with no response. "Have a nice day, ma'am.", I said to the lady, smiled at her, then took Maya's hand and dragged her away.
Tori's POV
It's been at least 30 minutes, and we sat in silence for about 29 of them. "Tori, I just want to start by saying, thank you, for coming to see me. I appreciate it.", Tristan said to me. "You're welcome, Tris.", I said to him, without the usual excitement I would get by speaking to him. "I just want to let you know, I'm not mad that you didn't come earlier. I understand why you didn't come until now, or if you didn't come at all.", Tristan said to me. "Is that all you wanted to tell me?", I asked him, a little enraged. "Tori...", he began to say, but I cut him off. "No. I'm talking. So, you're not going to apologize about what you did to Zig. What you did to Maya, what you did to me? You're just going to sit here and tell me that you're not mad at me. Wow, how nice of you, Tristan!", I yelled at him, feeling tears form, burning my eyes when I refused to release them. "Tori, that's not what I meant!", Tristan said to me, trying to win me over once again. "It's never what you 'meant'. Not meaning what you said won't take back what you did, Tristan!", I yelled at him, I let some of the tears fall from my eyes and stream down my cheek. Tristan was also in tears, but he was letting them come down in bucket-loads. "Tori, please!", Tristan exclaimed to me as I was gathering my things. He grabbed onto my arm, and pleaded, "Tori, please, don't go. Talk to me, please!", Tristan continued to plead, until I blocked out his cried, pivoting my arm out of his grasp. "No.", I said to him, finally breaking, letting all the tears flow. I removed my bag from the chair, and bolted out of the room. I could hear Tristan's cries for me to come back until I ran out of the front door. I couldn't go back there until I have all of my unresolved emotions handled.