When night fell Cameron was ready to execute her plan. Toya drove the fifteen minutes it took to get to Malcolm’s moms house. During the entire ride she tried to talk Cameron out of throwing Malcolm’s clothes outside but Cameron wasn’t paying her any mind because she was texting Keith. She had told him a portion of what happened and asked him to come and spend the night with her. He told her that he would be there later but he didn’t think it would be wise to park his car at her house tonight. Cameron looked up from her phone and told Toya that Keith was going park his car at her house later and she would pick him up. Toya mean mugged Cameron while silently cursing her out and thinking how she has really lost her mind.
When they turned the corner and saw Bertha’s house in view Toya turned the headlights off. She drove slowly like they were about to perform a drive by or something; it was only a drop off but Toya was nervous. When they got directly in front of the house Cameron hopped out and started grabbing bags and throwing them in the yard. Cameron reached into the truck and grabbed a lighter and piece of paper and set a few of the bags on fire. She knew it was meant to be when she spotted some lighter fluid in the back of the truck. She poured some on the fire and the flames ignited higher. “What the hell are you doing? You didn’t say anything about burning shit girl,” Toya said. Toya really had no plans to help her, but she put the truck in park and got out and helped her anyway thinking the quicker they threw the bags the quicker they could leave. She didn’t want to get caught there, especially since Cameron started a fire. Toya wanted to cuss Cameron out but wanted to leave expeditiously so she bit her tongue.
They almost made it without being noticed, but they heard Bertha’s mouth before they even saw her. “Oh shit,” Toya said, while silently praying Cameron wouldn’t react to this woman. No such luck. Bertha called Cameron a gold digging whore, a trifling bitch, and so many other names that had Toya standing there frozen with her mouth wide open. Cameron ran towards Bertha but Toya snapped out of her frozen state just in time to grab her before she got close enough to put her hands on the old woman. Toya begged her not to do anything stupid. Cameron told Bertha that she can have her bitch made son because she didn’t want him. She even told her she could have his wack ass dick because she was acting like he was her man instead of her son anyway. Toya shook her head and pulled Cameron to the truck. They heard Bertha screaming something about leave her son’s truck there, but Toya sped off and left her screaming to the air. It started raining before they made it to the corner. “I hope all of his shit gets soaked,” Cameron said.
“You mean the shit that didn’t burn,” Toya said as she continued to drive away from that nightmare.
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Chapter 11
Malcolm had been calling and texting Cameron for three days straight and she ignored him for every single last one of them. The night after she threw his shit in his mother’s yard, after he embarrassed her by bringing a damn DNA truck on wheels to her front door, he came home crying, begging, and pleading but she wouldn’t let him in. She told him to go to hell and leave her the fuck alone.
Even if Keith wouldn’t have been lying in her bed she wouldn’t have let him in. Keith was laying there like he owned the place. He did break Cameron off with stacks at a time so he felt like he was paying bills there too. After two hours of Malcolm being outside, Cameron thought he was finally leaving when she heard a car. Shortly after she heard a car there was a knock on the front door followed by the words POLICE, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR MRS. PRICE. “Oh my God, what else is gonna happen today?” Cameron screamed. She got up, put on her robe and headed to the front. Keith was right behind her but she told him it would probably be best if he stayed in the back just in case Malcolm tried to force his way in the house. He didn’t argue with her, but he didn’t really agree with her either. He felt like she had been dealing with enough bullshit and he wanted to be close to her to protect her just in case anything else jumped off, but he stayed in the back like she suggested. He had even let the stunt she pulled at the concert slide, for now at least.
Cameron opened the door and stepped outside to talk to them. Malcolm was a few feet away talking to another officer. She was disgusted by just the sight of him. The officer who had knocked on the door explained to Cameron that since it was both of their house and they were married, she couldn’t keep him from coming home. “Sir, with all due respect, I’m letting you know in advance if you all allow him to come back here tonight one of us will be in a body bag by morning and I don’t plan on it being me. He just needs to give me some time.” Cameron said to the officer.
“Let me see if I can talk him into giving you some space for a little while, but he’s pretty adamant about coming home,” the officer told her and walked off. The officers switched positions and the one who had been talking to Malcolm came over and stood by Cameron. It was clear that he understood her position, but didn’t want his personal feelings to interfere with his job. “Ma’am, we are going to do everything we can to get him to give you some time to cool off. You can’t legally put him out and eventually you’re going to have to face him, but I understand your frustration. A few of your neighbors called in and gave us insight on what has been going on,” the second officer said.
“Thank you,” Cameron said.
“And just to give you a heads up, you might want to get him some help, he’s said some very off the wall things,” the officer continued. Cameron just looked at him dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. The first officer walked back over and told her that Malcolm agreed to give her a couple of days to cool off but sent his apologies through the officer and said he was not going to live without her. Cameron thanked the officers, said her goodbyes, and walked back in the house closing and locking the door behind her. She looked out the window and watched as they all left before heading to the back where Keith was waiting.
Cameron was at work filing some papers happy that it was Wednesday and the work week was halfway over. She was sad that she had two days of work left and had no idea how she was going to get away with Keith to celebrate her birthday with Malcolm off work and harassing her constantly. She had put in to be off but she decided to go ahead and work since her plans were ruined. Work had always been her place of peace, but with everything she had going on in her life she couldn’t even enjoy her job like she used to.
It was hard for her to sleep and she was having constant headaches so she had gone to the doctor on her lunch break Monday and was prescribed some pain pills as well as something to relax her and help her sleep. She still felt sluggish which was why she was ready to go home. It was almost time for lunch when her cell phone rang and an unidentified number popped on the screen. Cameron didn’t answer the first call, but when it rang again, she decided to answer. “Hello,” she said.
“We are trying to get in contact with Mrs. Cameron Price,” the caller said.
“This is she,” Cameron said.
“Ma’am, there’s been an accident involving your husband, Mr. Malcolm Price, and we need you to come to Baptist Memorial Hospital,” the unidentified caller said.
“What happened? Is he OK?” Cameron asked.
“We think he’s going to be fine, but we have some concerns and need you to come down right away,” the caller said. Cameron told the caller OK but she was confused and trying to figure out what the hell was going on. She wondered what the hell Malcolm had done now. She gathered herself and went to tell Sonya what was going on and informed her boss about her family emergency before leaving. Sonya offered to drive her. Cameron didn’t want to inconvenience her, but Sonya had her purse and car keys out before she could decline. Sonya sent a group text to Toya and Shay letting them know what was going on. They texted her back and said they would meet them there as soon as they finished up with clients.
As Sonya was driving to the hospital, Cameron sat in the passenger seat and was able to check her text and voice messages. She had about fifteen voicemails that she was sure were all from Malcolm. Sure enough she
was right. She deleted most of them right after he said a few words not caring to listen to his whining, begging, and complaining. When she got to the last and most recent one she didn’t delete it and she screamed “OH MY GOD,” when she heard it and scared the shit out of Sonya.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Sonya asked. Cameron didn’t even reply, she just put the phone on speaker and replayed the message. I miss you and if I can’t come back home; I have no reason to live. I love you…that was Malcolm’s voice followed by a loud crash. Sonya now looked as disturbed as Cameron. “Did this nigga try to kill his self?” Cameron asked. Sonya wouldn’t dare voice her opinions at that exact moment. She couldn’t wait to get to Shay and Toya.
When they made it to the hospital and got inside, Cameron spotted Bertha at the information desk. She silently cursed but decided that she would try her best not to make a scene in the hospital. She was sick of Bertha and wanted to kick her ass but knew it would be best to act as civilized as possible. Unfortunately, Bertha had other plans because as soon as she spotted Cameron she rushed towards her screaming and accusing her of hurting her son. “I haven’t seen your crazy ass son,” Cameron said before she even realized it. “God is gonna get you. You low down conniving bitch,” Bertha said to Cameron. Malcolm’s sister did the best she could to try to get her mom to be quiet but security appeared before she was successful. Sonya pulled Cameron in the direction of the information desk to find out what was going on and see where they could find Malcolm.
The receptionist slowly tapped on the keyboard and then picked up the phone and made a call. Cameron wanted to snap on her for the funky attitude she was displaying but remained quiet. Within a few minutes, a doctor and a nurse appeared into the double doors and called for the Price family. Sonya had initially decided that she would stay in the lobby until she noticed Malcolm’s mom making her way towards where Cameron was headed with the staff. Cameron is gonna need someone back there with her so I better go, Sonya thought to herself. They made their way to the back and gathered in a meeting room. Two uniformed officers were sitting in the room and when they all walked in they stood and introduced themselves. Cameron and Sonya both glanced at each other. The doctor was the first one to speak up once everyone but Cameron was seated. She was too nervous to sit down. “Mrs. Price, your husband was involved in an accident that could have taken his life, but since there were witnesses present they were able to call 911 and get him to the hospital expeditiously. It was touch and go for a moment, but he’s stable and doing quite well. He has a concussion and a few cracked ribs, but he should heal fine,” the doctor said.
“WHAT HAPPENED?” Bertha screamed. One of the officers spoke up and explained that it appeared that Mr. Price walked into oncoming traffic. Witnesses had watched him for several moments and it seemed intentional. “ARE YOU SAYING MY SON TRIED TO KILL HIS SELF? THAT’S BULLSHIT. That bitch right there did this to him!” Bertha continued to scream while pointing at Cameron. Her daughter tried to calm her down but it was very hard. She was so out of control that they threatened to put her out of the hospital several times.
The doctor then told them that even though Malcolm should be OK physically, his mental state was off and he needed to be sent for psychiatric evaluation, but his wife would have to sign for him. This pissed Bertha off even more so that she began cursing Cameron out telling her that she better not send her son away. “He can come home where he belongs. If you send him off you will regret it and that’s not a threat, it’s a promise,” Bertha said to Cameron meaning every single word. Cameron stood there speechless. She didn’t know what to say and she couldn’t share her thoughts out loud. She was in a fucked up situation. After listening to his last voicemail she knew what had happened. The fool had really tried to kill his self. Malcolm had made comments about not wanting to live without her before but she never took him serious. What in the hell have I gotten myself into, Cameron thought to herself for millionth time.
While everyone was meeting with the doctors, Malcolm was in his own little world lying in the hospital bed. He laid there smiling about what he had done knowing that this would make Cameron allow him to come home. His pain meds were starting to kick in and he began to drift back to his childhood. The eight year old little boy was awakened from his sleep and had no idea what that feeling was under his sheets. He pushed the covers back and saw his mom’s best friends mouth wrapped around his private parts. He tried to wiggle and get away but the grip she had on him was too strong for him to do anything. The more he tried to fight, the more violent she became. She had to be totally wasted because she started biting his little dick while she fought to keep him still. Tears streamed down his face and he just laid there and silently succumbed to her torture. He hated the feeling that she was giving him.
Every night for a whole month straight poor little Malcolm was subjected to the torture he was being given by someone he considered to be his aunt. After one Friday night torture session Malcolm decided he had taken all that he was going to take. His mom was gone out of town and his so called aunt was supposed to be there to check on him and his sister but it turned into what it had been for the past month. When she finished her business, she told Malcolm that the next day she was going to show him how to fuck. Malcolm was terrified.
As soon as she left, Malcolm went into his mother’s bathroom and looked into her medicine cabinet. He grabbed a bottle of pills and poured them into his hands then stared at them. There were only about five pills, but he figured if he took them surely they would put his tiny frame out of his misery. Malcolm threw the pills down his throat and washed them down with some water from the sink. He began to get a crazy feeling and even thought he was dying so he went and lay down in his mother’s bed. He assumed that his predator was gone but she found him in the bed shortly after he had lain down and tried to pull his pants down. Malcolm found some strength that he never knew he had. He was beginning to feel like a super hero. He kicked her drunk ass as hard as he could and it caused her to stumble and fall. She had went and drank more liquor and was now totally wasted. Malcolm started to think about all the torture she had been giving him and wanted to get even. He reached under the mattress where he knew his mom kept her pistol and grabbed it. He turned the safety off and pointed it at her. She asked him what was he doing and told him that she was only trying to make him feel good and be a man. Malcolm ignored her as thoughts whirled through his little mind. It wasn’t until she charged at him that he pulled the trigger. He shot her right in the stomach and she cried out in pain calling him a black ugly little fucker and anything else she could think of. The more names she called him, the angrier and hyper Malcolm became. He stood over her and fired another shot hitting her right above the other blow.
Malcolm’s sister ran into their mom’s room crying and screaming. She screamed louder when she realized what was going on. She ran over and took the gun from Malcolm. He just stood there in a daze. He was still standing there in the very same spot when the police and paramedics came.
His “aunt” didn’t die but he really wished he would have put bullet through her skull after listening to the lies she told she told once she was stable and questioned about what had happened. Malcolm had to go through counseling and was back and forth to youth court about the incident. The judge recommended he be sent to a long term institution but his mom was totally against the idea saying that nothing was wrong with her son. He was sent off to a facility even after his mom paid money and tried to fight it. Malcolm hated his life. He had to figure out a way to get out of the place he was in.
After watching others, he learned to master the art of lying to his therapist and knew how to make everyone think he had taken the medicine he had been prescribed. It was final, when he turned ten he was able to come back home. His mom was able to visit him often and Malcolm had forgiven her for leaving her friend with them. His mom convinced him that she had no idea what had been going on that she would always do everything in her power to protect him fr
om that day on. They packed up and moved down south after that incident and never spoke of it again. His mom found a way to make it look like he had been in regular school the whole time.
Malcolm woke up in a panic but calmed down after he realized where he was. After that traumatic experience from his childhood, he was never the same and to this day he never wanted head from a woman and he would never tell them why. He catered to his mom’s needs because she kept her word and protected him from everything since that horrible incident. She didn’t even want him to marry Cameron but he somewhat stood his ground and married her anyway. Malcolm was screwed up more than anyone knew.
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Chapter 12
Cameron’s parents, along with Toya and Shay had made it to the hospital just as the meeting ended. Cameron broke down crying into her mother’s arms. Her emotions were all over the place. At one minute she was blaming herself for being too hard on Malcolm, and the next she was ready to curse him out and kill him herself. She wasn’t ready to see him yet but she knew she had to face him soon. His mom had gone up to his room and there was no telling what all she had said to him. Cameron’s dad hugged her next and told her that he was so sorry for all that she had been going through. He also told her that Malcolm really needed her now and there is no telling what he might do if she turned her back on him completely. It agitated Cameron that her dad was thinking about Malcolm more than her at that moment, but deep down she had those exact same thoughts. Would she be able to live with herself if he really did kill himself? I need to raise the insurance policy and kill his ass myself because they won’t pay for suicide, Cameron thought to herself. Things were getting crazier by the minute.
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