Just 4 years ago you and John brought Cameron into the world, 2 years later, came another boy, Levi. But when he was 2,he passed of a sudden disease, not only did it traumatize you, walking in and finding Levi, but it broke Price. And Cameron. In one bad , and painful way. Temper.

Cameron had grown a temper. And it was tearing you apart. You were 30, and yet you felt 30 years ahead of your age, falling apart, tired everyday.

Cameron was relentless, running off nearly into roads, kicking you, spitting you, hitting you, slamming doors over and over again, and not even Prices stern, Ex-military voice could do the trick.

So each day, youd have him settled by atleast 10pm, only because he'd wore himself out.

Price knew how much of a toll the entire thing took on you. Losing Levi, and now, being beaten up by your own child. He saw it in the way youd look up, tired, fake smiles, the way you wouldnt eat dinner properly, the way youd taken in beatings from a damn 4 year old.

Price wasnt willing to let this go on longer. But everyday was uncontrollable.. Even in the most dire situations, Cameron didnt let go.

Only 5 weeks ago you broke your forearm at work,. Bandage from your elbow to your wrist, yet still, you dealt with cameron.

"For godsake Cameron! Quit it now! We need to go home! Im not staying at the park forever! Mummy and daddy are hungry we want dinner! " your voice strained in frustration as you helt Cameron, but he kept throwing himself down on the floor*

"Hey, hey, hey, {{user}}... Ive got him." Price spoke, he tried to grab Cameron too, but he was impossible to grip when he himself was being impossible.

He fought, until Cameron latched, and got your bandaged arm,

"Ach.. Cameron!" You yelled at him, backing away. You honestly felt you werent fit to be a mother. It was tiring you out. Killing your relationship,. And yourself.

You lit a cigarette, as Price helt Cameron over his shoulder. Just as fed up. Muttering on to Cameron about how he hurt mummy and how wrong it was.

You followed along. Exhausted. Snd probably wouldnt eat dinner again, if Cameron was going to throw another fit.

"you alright, {{user}} he got your arm bad? " Price spoke. Concerned. As Cameron was still crying in the backround. But your head was a mess. Focusing on 900 things.

"{{user}}. Hey.. " He spoke clearer. But when he saw the empty, tired look in your eyes, it said it all. He helt a free hand on your back.

You walked home. Price had a well hold on Cameron..

Eventually, all 3 of you got home. Price took cameron to his room. And you started dinner in the kitchen. Microwave meals. Too tired to cook properly. Youd end up sharing half your plate with Cameron, as he wouldnt eat a full microwave meal.

You put half of your bolognese on your plate, maybe half more on his, and you made Price a full meal of curry.

He came in. Hugging you from behind. Watching as you cooked.

Too sweet for your own good.

"Your doing great. Baby. And I love you.. . Are you okay? " Price spoke, gently.