We Both Can't Be Bae 2

By: Twyla T


This series is dedicated in memory of my baby brother, Hassan Turner. I have been reading since I was a teenager, and in the back of my mind I always said I should write a book one day. I never found or made time to write until after I lost my baby brother at the tender age of 23 in a tragic drowning accident July 19, 2015. To make matters worse, my mom had a massive stroke the day before my brother’s funeral. I didn’t know how to go on, but I knew I had to because so many people depend on me. My closest family and friends encouraged me every day to find an outlet and it was then that I finally MADE time to write. I sat down on November 6, 2015, and I have been writing daily since then. Writing has become therapeutic for me and has kept me sane. It is my hope that you enjoy the ride in this series, which I have created for you during my therapy. Keep resting baby brother. I love and miss you dearly!!


Writing this book has been a dream come true to me. It has been an exciting and satisfying journey all because of God and my awesome support system. I feel so grateful to be able to finally do what I absolutely love. I have far too many people who have encouraged and inspired me to name one by one, but each and every one of you know how much I love and appreciate you. It’s more than words can even describe. I hope that each of you enjoy this series as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks so much for taking a chance on me. Enjoy and be blessed!!


Cameron left work at twelve o’clock on Friday and headed to her mom’s house to pick her up for the trip her mom had planned against her wishes. She had kissed Kingston this morning and told him that she would call him later. He was excited to be staying with his grandpa for the whole weekend. He knew that he would be able to do any and everything that he wanted to do. Cameron was still hesitant about the trip. She just didn’t have a good feeling about it. She had tried to talk her mom out of it, but her mom wasn’t hearing any of it. She was adamant about making the trip. Cameron and Malcolm had argued pretty much every day this week so she didn’t even bother to tell him that she was going out of town. Because of the arguing, Cameron remembered to drop the papers, increasing the life insurance policies, in the mail. Keith had texted several times, but she had only replied a few times. She was still trying to process everything that had been going on between them. It made her sad to think about, and this week had been extremely hard. She really needed a getaway to clear her mind and this weekend would be perfect if she knew it was a trip she would enjoy. She just couldn’t be so sure of that though.

Cameron had never been to visit her sister in North Carolina, but her parents had made the trip twice. She was thankful that her mom was no stranger to the highway so they could easily split the nine-hour drive. Cameron made the first part of the drive. As she was adjusting her seat for her mom; before she got out to pump gas, she reached under the seat and felt something. When she pulled it out, she realized it was her gun. She had forgotten to take it back in the house after her last target practice session. Cameron put the gun in her purse. It was small so it would be fine. She didn’t want her mom to reach under the seat and grab it and get scared. Malcolm still had no idea that she had a gun or that she had been practicing. She knew that he would go crazy if she told him, so she kept it to herself. Besides, it was really bought to protect herself from him. Her parents knew because they had gifted her with the gun as a Christmas present.

Cameron got her fast driving from her mom. When Cameron’s mom called her name to wake her up from her nap, she noticed that her mom had cut off almost forty-five minutes from her part of the trip according to the GPS. “Dang mom, you must be best friends with all the state troopers; driving like a mad woman,” Cameron said. Her mom ignored her comment and told her that they were about to pull up at Charlotte’s house. “Lord, please let us have a nice time,” Cameron said.

As her mom was turning into the driveway they both noticed an eighteen wheeler parked on the side of the road. “Looks like she has company, mom. You still don’t want to call before ringing the doorbell?” Cameron said to her mom.

“We’re here now, Cameron. She’s not going to turn us away just because she has company. That truck could be visiting someone next door anyway. We are family sweetheart, everything will be OK,” her mom said to her.

“OK mom, but I’m leaving my bags in the car. I will come back and get them once she welcomes us inside,” Cameron said while grabbing her purse.

Cameron let her mom walk in front of her and she followed behind slowly. After her mom rang the doorbell they only stood there about thirty seconds before the door opened up. When they heard the knob twisting Cameron said Charlotte must be expecting company because she didn’t even ask who it was. Cameron and her mom were both shocked to see Malcolm standing there with a facial expression more shocked than theirs.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Cameron said while staring at Malcom with pure rage in her eyes. “I I I was just passing through North Carolina so I I decided to to stop by and visit my my sister-in-law,” Malcolm said while stuttering. Cameron looked down and noticed that Malcolm didn’t have any shoes on, his pants were unbuckled; showing his red and black boxers, and he only had on a black wife-beater. Before anyone knew what was going on, Cameron had pulled the gun from her purse and fired. Malcolm ducked just in time to keep his head from being blown off when she fired the first shot. He fell into Cameron as he hit the floor, which caused her to lose her balance momentarily. Charlotte screamed from the kitchen and Cameron aimed and fired the gun at her; missing her by a hair and hitting the wall. Charlotte ran into her den and hid in the closet because she had nowhere else to go at that moment. Malcolm got up and took off running down the hall. Cameron shot twice, grazing his left arm with one of the bullets. He ran and locked himself in the bathroom. Cameron’s mom was crying and screaming the entire time, but after Cameron fired that last shot and Malcolm screamed, she gained her composure and slapped Cameron and took the gun out of her hand. “Snap out of it Cameron. We didn’t drive all the way up here for you to go to jail, and that’s exactly what is going to happen if this continues. I agree that something here isn’t right, but you can’t kill anybody,” her mom said to her through tears. Lucky for them, Charlotte didn’t live in one of the nicest neighborhoods so no one called the cops.

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