"I don't want to sleep in the dirt."
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8th Flashback
06. 02. 2005.
(Bill's P.O.V.)
It has been five days since I erased Emma's memory. Michael told me that people whose memory gets erased are unconscious for at least a week, which means that I need to find a family to adopt her really fast.
I was hesitating with deleting Cameron's memory and I do not even know why. I guess I have been feeling guilty for having to do that immediately, so I waited for these five days.
But today I knew that I needed to do it. It is for Cameron's own good. I need to understand that and be strong enough to do this to him.
I guess I was specifically emotionally connected to my son. I remembered how I have always talked about the fact that I wanted to have a son of my own so badly. I was over the moon when I heard that my second child was going to be a boy.
Even though I knew that this was the right thing to do, I was still afraid of letting go of my son. My mind kept telling me that I needed to get over it and I tried to listen. I tried so hard, but it just won't work.
Right now I was making my way over to my company to fix those robbery issues Michael talked about before. It was really late at night, so Cameron was asleep.
During these five days he refused to even look at me. His little body was always flinching away from my touch and every time I tried to speak to him, he pretended like he did not hear me. Like I was not there.
I must admit that his actions hurt me a little bit, but as the days flew by, I started to feel less and less pain than before.
I have really became heartless.
I opened the door of the company and saw every single evil man who worked here, sitting at a big table and discussing a lot of stuff.
-Gentlemen.- I spoke and suddenly everyone's stare was turned to me. They all cleared their throats and pointed at the seat that was at the very top of the table.
I walked over to the black leather chair and sat on it before looking at everyone individually. Michael was sitting right next to me to my left and his drunken smile was clearly evident.
-So, what are those money problems I have heard about?- I asked and they all stared down at the table surface that was in front of them. No one was saying a single word.
-Bill, can you come with me for a second? I want to talk to you in private.- Michael told me and I nodded before getting up from my seat at the same time as him.
Together we walked out of the room and intothe office that is supposed to be mine. I still did not put some of my stuff in it. There is only a desk and a chair behind it.
As we walked in, Parks closed the door and turned to me. My back was facing the desk and I leaned on it while looking at him in confusion.
-What is going on, Michael?- I decided to ask the first question. He looked at me with a serious expression before starting to speak.
-Are you seriously looking for a family to adopt your silly daughter?- He replied to my question with yet another question. That was the thing he always used to do even though he knew it annoyed me a lot.
-Yes. Why?- I replied and he let out a long sigh before continuing.
-Well, I found a family to adopt her. You know, if you really want to give her away.- Michael shrugged and I nodded after hearing his words.
-Thank you, Parks. I really do want to. That will be the best thing for her. I will do the same thing to my son shortly. Where is this family? Who are they?
-They are a family from London. The Grayson family. Well, they are just husband and wife. No kids. Because the woman was struggling with getting pregnant. I have contact with them because the man used to work in here, but quit because he joined the good side.- He explained.
-Oh, you mean Marcus Grayson? The one that only worked for like a week and then gave up?- I asked him and he nodded his head slowly.
-Should I call him and tell him to come and get her? Maybe tomorrow?
-Yes. I need to find her a new family before she wakes up. Thank you, Parks.- I replied and he patted me on the shoulder.
-No problem, Davids. No problem.- He told me and we left the office in order to come back to the other guys.
The Next Morning
I woke up close around noon. Those money problems really took a long time to be solved. I was so close to falling on the floor and falling asleep, but luckily, I was always awake.
After I got out of my bed, I walked out of the room to see if Cameron woke up. I listened carefully around the house, trying to hear his voice, but instead of that, there was nothing but complete silence in the house.
-Cameron?!- I called out, hoping that he would say something.
I was running around trying desperately to find him and talk to him a bit. Hopefully he will stop being so cold towards me today.
All of a sudden I started to hear quiet sobs and I immediately realised that my son was...crying.
I tried to follow the sound and it led me to Emma's room. I opened the door and saw Cameron sitting on her bed. His back was facing the door.
My feet ran as fast as they could to reach him and see what is wrong. When I finally got to him, I realised that he was indeed crying. His head hung low and a lot of tears were escaping his eyes.
Soon enough I saw that he was holding a small piece of paper. Why would he cry because he saw a simple piece of paper?
It seemed like he did not even aknowledge that I came to the room. He was just crying while staring at that stupid small paper.
I took it from his small hands to see what was that all about. Just as my eyes got to examine the paper a bit more, I gasped in realisation.
This was a sticky note where I wrote my reminder.
Why did he just need to find it and read it? Why?
-Cameron?- I asked, more quietly than the last time. He just kept on sobbing before he buried his face in his hands.
-I don't want you to leave me, dad. I do not want to go away from you.- He softly cried and I kneeled down in front of him.
-You read this, didn't you?
Cameron nodded his head at my words and my eyes did not dare to stop looking at him. This did not go as planned. He was never supposed to find out.
-I do not want to go. I do not want new mom and dad. I already have you.- My son sobbed before he cried out loudly.
-Please, dad. I will do anything, just please don't leave me with someone else. Don't erase my memory. I want to keep it. Please.- He pleaded and I let out a very deep breath before speaking up once again.
-Alright, but you have to promise me you will not tell a single soul about all this. It has to stay a secret, okay?- I asked and he nodded his head that was now deep red from his crying.
At first I did not know how to get something good for myself out of this sudden situation, but then it hit me.
He will be a great use for the company.
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A/N: Pls let me know what you think about this in the comments!
Did I think about this story enough to make it seem good? At least not bad?
I think I have achieved that, but Bill's story is still not over and Eroda is definitedly not done as well.
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