One Thousand Miles

Chapter  |  One Thousand Miles

Part  |  Two

It took almost a year for this day to come, but it was finally here. I was nervous, but I knew I had to just pray and hope for the best. I knew there was a very high chance that John would get custody of Cameron, but there was also a chance for me to get custody of him too. Maybe if the judge would look past the fact that I was living with my parents and I had supposedly put Cameron in danger months ago when I got into that car accident, then maybe my chance of getting custody would be higher.

My chances could also be higher if I had proof that John was abusive towards me. There were no pictures of the bruises that John created and I didn't file any type of police report. I contacted the hospital back in New Mexico and asked for the footage of the room I stayed in on the exact day John beat me. Apparently the hospital had cameras out in the hallways and lobby, but not the rooms.

After hearing that, I remember hanging up and screaming into my pillow and crying for the rest of the day. When I finally did come out the room at night time I went into the living room where I found my father reading some documents from him job, my mother knitting, and my sister Katie watching some show on television while Cameron sat next to her. From down the hallway I could hear him calling, "Kay Kay," which was his own way of calling her name.

When I walked into the living room, my father glanced up at me, my mother smiled and so did Katie. As I slowly walked over to the couch she and Cameron were sitting on, he started to call out to me.

"Ma Ma," Cameron called out as he reached his hands out.

I smile sadly at him before lifting him up from the couch and taking a seat where he was just sitting. I turned him around so he was facing me and he laughed as he walked in place on my legs. I gave him a comforting squeeze with my right hand and smiled at him. "Ma Ma wants to just look at you for a moment."

"Stephanie are you okay?"

I look up at the sound of my mother's voice and catch her staring at me. I stare back at her for a while trying to come up with an answer to her question. To be honest, I wasn't okay because in just a week from then I would be in court fighting my ass off to make sure I got custody of Cameron and not John. I was nervous and scared and I was anxious to find out if this would turn out good or bad...

Here I was now sitting in court listening to the judge go over the past few months with us. Out of the corner of my eye I could see John leaning back in the chair he was sitting in while resting his cheek on his fist. From what I could see he didn't even look the least bit worried, he looked like he was sure he would win custody of our son.

I sighed and looked down in my lap as I played with my fingers. Six years, I have suffered for six long years, so I deserved to find some kind of closure or peace. I did not escape John just to lose my son all because he was too cruel to see that everything he did to me wasn't right and that I did not deserve to live a life locked that. I did not run one thousand miles just to see the judge hand my son over to the devil himself all because he thought the environment he would be in was dangerous.

Suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder and I quickly snapped out of my thoughts. I looked over my father and raised my eyebrows and that's when I sat up and tuned in to what he was saying. He had come to a decision. He had finally come to a decision...

I was visibly shaking as the judge continued to speak. I was trying my best not to break down into to tears or yell at him to hurry up and tell us who had won already. Of course he eventually did tell us, but I still just sat there shaking and holding my tears back while a few people yelled in either happiness or some in protest. I didn't know why I was sitting there or how to react other than to just sit there shaking as if I was as cold as ice.

And there was another tap on my shoulder...

I slowly looked up at my father who stood above me looking into my glistening eyes. He too had tears in his eyes, but he didn't let them fall. He smiled down at me, but it was no smile caused by happiness but sadness. The sadness caused by what we just heard come out of the judge's mouth...

We had lost...

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Okay okay please don't kill me! Yay (but no) One Thousand Miles is over, so now I will start writing Good At Being Bad and afterwards I will write the sequel, One Thousand Faces. ONE THOUSAND FACES IS ON MY PROFILE, BUT THE FIRST CHAPTER IS NOT UP! Feel free to add it to your library so you can wait for it to be posted.

One Thousand Faces will be in Cameron's point of view and it takes place sixteen years from now. Its a romance story and I think it will be by far my best one. After reading the summary to it you'll be able to understand why its called One Thousand Faces.

OH AND I'M ENTERING THIS INTO THE WATTY'S SO KEEP THE VOTES COMING! Oh and it would mean the WORLD if you went back and voted on every chapter...

Anywho! Please check my profile later to see when I post it and add it to your library because who knows I could get very excited and want to post there first chapter like tomorrow or something ;D