I ran back inside to grab my phone. I needed to talk to someone to figure out what to do. When I picked it up, the screen was black and shattered. It wouldn't even turn on when I tried to press the button.

Fuck, this whole thing was a mess.

I thought about getting dressed to go out to try to find Cameron, but I had no idea where to even begin. He was always the person I relied on when things were wrong. I felt lost without him here to help me figure all this out.

I thought about driving over to my parent's house to use their phone. My dad would go out with me to go look for him so I didn't have to go by myself. The only thing he would ask in return would be for me to tell him what happened.

That was a whole conversation I was not prepared to have tonight.

How do you tell your dad that the guy he beat the shit out of years ago for hurting his daughter was back and had found a way to get her to star in a drug-fueled sex tape?

My dad was out.

I could call Jax, but he was hours away and probably at some frat party. He would just run his mouth to my mom at some point anyway. Jax was a momma's boy through and through.

"Payphone?" Good Jessa suggested.

Did they even make those anymore?

I was still lost in my head when I heard a ping from over near the kitchen table. I walked over and saw that Cameron's phone was still lying there with some news alert site flashing a notification.

Damnit. He left without it.

Even if I had figured out what to do, I had no way to get in touch with him to beg him to come home to me. I felt stuck and hopeless.

I spent the next few hours pacing around. I had wrapped myself with a blanket for comfort, but it didn't work. It was a terrible substitute for the golden-haired boy's strong arms. It felt like it had been forever since he left. I was starting to get extremely worried about him. This wasn't the typical Cameron behavior I was used to, but then again, nothing he had done since I had been back could be classified as typical.

I kept his phone clutched tightly in my hand as I waited, hoping he would realize he didn't have it on him and would come back for it. Even if he just called it, hearing his voice would pacify me for a few seconds longer.

I felt like I was losing him.

I walked around the living room and then went outside to wait for him on the front porch. My head was on a swivel as I kept searching for him in the darkness. I went back inside when my eyes began stinging and my bare feet had lost all sensation. I switched back and forth between the two spots for hours without sitting down. I was wearing out a path in and out of the front door.

Where had Cameron gone? Was Cameron out tonight being unfaithful to me to get his revenge? Could he be with Kelly again like he threatened?

The endless possibilities looped infinitely inside my brain until they were so meshed together that I struggled to pick a single thought apart.

Then one stuck out like a beacon of light; it screamed at me louder than the rest. I don't know why I didn't think of it before.

Ron.

Cameron and Ron were really good friends. He might have an idea where Cameron was right now.

I picked up Cam's phone and entered my birthday in to unlock it. He had been using it for his password and pin numbers for years now. It didn't surprise me that he hadn't changed it. I scrolled through his contacts list and decided to call Ron, even if it was one in the morning. Cameron might have gone to his place to cool off. If I was lucky, Cam would be sitting in front of the tv, pouring his heart out to Ron right now. He would blow off some steam and come back in time to curl up next to me in bed.

Ron sounded groggy when he answered. He must have been sleeping already. That wasn't a good sign.

"Hey man, what did you do now? Do you have any clue what time it is?" He asked in a low throaty voice.

"Hey Ron, it's Jess. I'm sorry I woke you up. Have you heard from Cameron?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, hey Jess. No, I haven't heard from him in two days. What's going on? Are you two fighting or something?" Ron slowly asked as he yawned into the phone.

"Yes, no. I don't really know what is going on, actually. Do you remember Nathan?" I asked.

"Yeah, I remember that asshole. Cameron told me all about him and what he did to you when you ran away on tour with him. I arrested him a few years ago and he went to jail." Ron answered.

I pondered over letting Ron know that I knew what he did to help Cameron. I decided against it since I didn't want to get Ron in trouble too, if I could avoid it. Nathan hadn't pointed his finger at Ron for anything that happened. So, I went with the simple truth, which meant only give him the information he needed to know.

"Nathan's back." I exhaled.

"What?" Ron's sounded much more awake than he did when I first called.

"He has been following me and harassing me. He was threatening Cam too." I gave Ron as little as I could without clueing him in.

"Shit, Jess, do me a favor. Do not tell anyone Cameron left the house and under no circumstance should you say anything about this to anyone else other than me. Do you understand me?" Ron said authoritatively.

"What is going on, Ron?" I asked nervously.

"I'm not sure. All I know is we need to keep quiet if we have a chance to keep him out of trouble." Ron whispered.

"Cam wouldn't do anything stupid," I said, defending him, even if I wasn't sure if I believed it or not.

"No offense Jess, but you leaving him like that messed with his head. When you left, it was like he collapsed, he barely slept and every word that came out of his mouth was about finding a way to get you back. His whole life was all about you and it was like he didn't know who he was without you there. He couldn't be angry at anyone other than you for leaving. Now that Nathan is back, he has someone else he can take it out on."

"What do you think he'll do?" I asked. I was scared for Cameron. Nate wasn't helpless. He could hurt Cameron. I would never be able to live with myself if he got hurt because of me.

"I don't know. Don't go looking for him. I'll head out to go find him." Ron said.

"Thanks, Ron," I said, hanging up the phone.

Talking to Ron didn't make me feel any better. It just made the nagging voice in my head louder.

Where was fuck was Cameron?