Unpredictable Match 2

Twenty Six

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I did it y'all, I wrote this all in one week 😭 it was so hard but I tried so hard. Whew, my brain is exhausted! Enjoy🥰 (sorry for mistakes!)

‼️Warnings‼️

*Mentions of su*cide

Cameron POV

I love Anthony. I do. I love him so much that it's hard to put into words sometimes.

But, at the end of the day, our children come first. Our kids are my priority, and I have to keep them safe—we BOTH do. We can not be violent towards them, especially to the extent that Anthony just showed. I'm shocked, I'm upset, I'm sad, anxious, yet all the while, conflicted. Aj looks like he got into a fight with someone off of the street. He's got a big, bleeding welt on his already red and slightly swollen face. I'm afraid to take off his clothes and see the damage done.

I don't care what Aj has done to me or how he has treated me, this does nothing good for me. This has only made me more stressed and it's taking everything in me to not break down and be strong in this moment. This is not what I wanted. I was willing to wait, I was willing to keep having conversations, and I was willing to take the mistreatment as long as I know my son is alive, healthy, and is doing okay.

I know that Anthony is aggressive. But it becomes an inexcusable problem when he can't even look at our kids and decide that his extent of aggression is not needed. Anthony was my last hope in actually seeing Aj engage with someone, love someone, and look up to someone in his family, even if it wasn't me. Even if he still didn't like me. I was looking forward to the father and son moments, the hugs and kisses, the reasonable disciplining. Aj loves Anthony more than anyone, yet he managed to be the one and only person who has beaten and bruised him.

I'm not excusing Aj's actions or what he has done because yes, he has hurt me and has said many hurtful things. And yes, he has driven me very close and was almost successful in me taking my life. But at the end of the day I made that choice. I still and will always love him unconditionally, with everything I've got.

What would have happened if I didn't beg Anthony to open the door? Would my son be unrecognizable, or worse, gone? I can't repeat the words he said, but he had no remorse, no regret, and no concern for Aj's life at that moment.

I can not wrap my mind around this. I don't know what to say to Aj. I have never, ever heard Aj cry and sob like this, and it is breaking my heart. His cries are much deeper than the pain he's feeling from the scars, I can hear it. He loves Anthony so much, and then this happens. It's not okay. I don't want to speak to Anthony, because if I'm being blunt, I am so upset with him, I don't even—what he just did was scary. I get that he loves me and doesn't want me to be disrespected, and I love him too— so much, but this isn't the right way. I don't know if he left the apartment, but I think it's best if he did, just for now.

"Thank you," I take the ice pack, tissues, and first aid kit from Taleah and put it on my lap. It's times like this where not having my other hand available is the trickiest. Aj is slumped over my lap so I grab his face, but he winces and pulls it away from me.

"I'm sorry baby, lift your head up," I guess it will be best if he does it himself.

Aj doesn't move or respond.