Cameron 6 by Jade Jones

gotten exactly what she deserved.
    “Jude, please… call 911. I need an ambulance. Something is wrong!”
    Essence couldn’t believe Jude found the situation amusing. There she was, afraid for her life and child’s well being, and Jude was laughing like a damn hyena.
    Using what little strength she had left, Essence picked herself up off the floor and limped towards the door. She knew she was miscarrying without even having to be told. This day would forever remain imprinted in her mind. It would go down in history as the worst day of her life.
    Essence would never forgive Jude. If she had a gun in her possession, she would’ve gladly shot his ass until the chamber was empty. He was a dirty motherfucker.
    Essence’s legs wobbled as she struggled to walk. She’d never felt a more excruciating pain in all her life. She felt like she might’ve even dislocated something. Once Essence finally reached the door, she turned around in tears. “You ain’t shit!” she screamed. “I may be fucked up! But I ain’t nowhere near as fucked up as you, Jude!”

9
    A Week Later

    Roxie couldn’t believe she was still having difficulties reaching Cameron. There was never a time she was unable to get in touch with her. The two Face-Timed each other every day faithfully before they went to sleep. They were just that close. Now every time Roxie called her cell, it said the number had been disconnected.
    Cameron didn’t have any social media pages, so Roxie had no other way of getting in touch with her. It wasn’t like Cameron to up and disappear. To make matters worse, Jude wasn’t answering any of her calls either. Roxie knew something was up, but she didn’t know to what degree.
    She felt closed out and she hated it. After all, she and Cam were supposed self-proclaimed sisters. Anything she went through, she confided in Roxie, and vice versa. Why the hell was she on silent mode now?
    “What is up with her?”
    Rumor’s disappearance still haunted Roxie. Cameron going MIA gave her déjà vu all over again. The situations were just too similar. Roxie only hoped the outcome wasn’t as well.
    After paying a trusted babysitter to look after Rain, Roxie decided to do some investigating of her own. Her first stop was Cameron and Jude’s Buckhead residence. Roxie had memorized their seven-digit entrance code by heart, so it wasn’t hard to gain access. Even if she didn’t remember it, all she’d have to do was punch 0 for the gates to open. Roxie warned Cam about fixing that glitch, but apparently she never got around to it.
    As soon as Roxie parked her Audi A8, she hopped out and headed to the front door. Jude’s cars were all present and accounted for, so she knew he was home if nothing else.
    What she didn’t know was that he was upstairs in his bedroom, nursing a pint of Patron Silver with a spaced out look on his face. He hadn’t left the crib since Cam took off — not even to handle business. Hell, he hadn’t even washed his ass. The break up really fucked him up, especially since he knew it was truly over.
    Jag’s words replayed over and over in his mind. “I feel sorry for you, Jude. ‘Cuz one day all this shit eventually ain’t gon’ be enough for Cameron.”
    Jude couldn’t function. It was so easy to mistreat Cam when he thought she’d always be around to take his shit. But now that she was gone, he could barely maintain.
    Roxie waited outside for five minutes before finally chalking the visit up as a loss. Climbing back inside her foreign, she headed to the Warehouse — a space used to temporarily store stolen vehicles.
    Roxie needed someone to fill her in on what was going on, and she prayed someone there could. The ride was short. After parking, she invited herself in like she was one of the guys. Jude didn’t even like Cameron being there, but Roxie didn’t give a damn. She could definitely become annoyingly persistent when it came to finding answers.
    The Warehouse reeked of metal and heavy