Daddy's Point of View

Shit was off. Way the fuck off. I hadn't heard from Camilla all damn day, and that's not something she would do. She would text me for the simple things, and now she wasn't texting or calling at all. A nigga was startin to stress, I got up off the couch, grabbing the glock .45 and tuckin it in my pants before I threw my shoes on and mobbed out.

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Camilla's Point of View

I sat in my cold car still shaking. I didn't even know the time. The pharmacy had long since closed so it had to be at least after nine pm, I thought. My phone still sat in the cup holder next to me. I was scared to pick it up. I knew daddy was lookin all over for me. My body felt heavy, tired and sore. I was starving and in so much pain. Finally I reached for the phone.

Twelve missed calls and twenty missed texts from daddy. My mom and dad had called a million times. What would I say to them?

*flashback*

He rustled his pants back up, stepping over my weak body on the floor before pulling me to my feet and forcing me from the house. I could feel the blood running down my leg. In the car I stayed as far away as possible, sitting against the door. I held my belly the whole time, tapping for a sign of my babies. Tears of joy came once I felt them kick in response.

We were back in the same alley, a street over from the pharmacy. Quincy parked the car and came to pull me out.

"Act normal, or I'll break your fucking neck." He hissed. God please help me I prayed to myself. "You tell anybody about our little date tonight and I promise I'll hurt the things you love most." He stroked my stomach and I cried nodding my head. "Later baby." He sped off.

*end of flashback*

I started the car through my blurred tears, not really knowing where I was going, just driving. Driving out of this mind, out of this fucked up life of mine. The light changed to green and I sped through, not seeing the truck that came slamming into the side of me..

Daddy's Point of View

I rode through the hood, lookin for my baby. I had shed a couple tears. I didn't know if her parents knew where she was or who she was wit, but I was on my way to ask. My phone rang, but I ain't know the number.

"Hello?" I said

"Furious Banks?"

"Yeah who this?" I questioned the person on the other end.

"Mister Banks, this is Doctor Ramirez at St. Catherine's medical, I have a young woman whose just been in an accident sir, critical condition. She's screaming for you sir we called you as quick-" I dropped the phone and sped through any light that I saw.

My baby, my fuckin family.