Cameron's POV

After five hours because of toilet breaks I made it to my parents house in Elizabeth beach. My dad met me at the car pulling me into a hug followed by my mum. My brother was at work at the local garage. He owned it and was the head mechanic. He didn't live with mum and dad anymore but his house literally was at the back of mum and dads place. I was sobbing into my mothers chest as she lead me upstairs and into the lounge room sitting me on the couch. My dad soon joined saying he would unpack the car shortly but wanting to hear what had happened.

I had covered the bruise on my face with some concealer because I knew shit was going to hit the fan when my dad and brother found out that Keith had laid a hand on me. My mum made some tea for us all and we sat with me focusing on my tea and mum making small talk about the drive up. I honestly couldn't really tell you how I drove here, it was mainly a blur which was scary. I shouldn't of been driving in my state but I had to put as much distance as I could between me and Keith because I didn't doubt for one second he would follow through with the threats he had made while telling me to get out of his house.

An hour after the small talk my brother came in looking at me with worry in his eyes. He pulled me into a hug "I knew that dickhead wasn't good enough for you" Phillip said to me making me smile. I knew now was the time to come clean with everything so I did.

I told them all about what had gone down the night before including Keith hitting me. To say my father and my brother were fuming was an understatement, mum had to stop both of them getting in the car to go see Keith and rearrange his face. I also said my business stuff would be here tomorrow and I would need to find somewhere to set up because I had to work my arse off to support my baby when it arrived. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to keep this baby. My brother offered me room at the back of his mechanics. There was office space back there they never used so he said I could use it till I found somewhere else. I was so grateful for my family because I was going to be relying on them a lot now that me and my baby were on our own.

It was close to midnight when I headed to bed in my old room. I was physically and emotionally exhausted but I knew I had to be strong because this just wasn't about me anymore. Before falling asleep I text Keiran giving him the address to send my screen printing equipment to which he responded saying he would let them know and he hoped we were safe. With that I drifted to a restless sleep.

The next morning I got up early and morning sickness hit me again. I headed to work with my brother. I needed to check out the space which I was going to be running the business from. It needed to be cleaned but it would work. I had 4 hours to get it ready for the equipment to be dropped off so I pulled up my big girl panties and put my rubber gloves on before getting to work scrubbing the walls and floors. I liked to work in clean spaces. I sketched quickly were everything was going to go because Keiran had let me know the guys would be setting up the equipment for me before sitting down to eat a quick bite to eat. All I wanted was hot chips and tomato sauce so I walked over to the fish shop grabbing exactly that and a chocolate milk. I headed back to my brothers work sitting under one of the trees with my food to wait for the truck.

My brother sat next to me chuckling "pregnancy cravings already?" He asked. I just nodded, this wasn't the food I usually ate, in fact I never really cared for tomato sauce at all but now I could literally use a full bottle on my chips and still need more. It was so bloody good. Phil just shook his head "remind me to stock up on tomato sauce and chocolate milk when we head into town" he said. I just nodded still munching on my chips.

"How are you Cam? Like really how are you holding up?" He said. I went to answer but stopped myself. How was I? I knew I had to be strong for me and the baby but how was I really feeling about it all? "I feel so lost Phil. I don't know what went wrong or why he turned like that. I still don't know what happened but he just kept saying I was a gold digging whore. The worst part Sarah was all smug about it supporting him while he was hurting me. I lost my marriage. I'm alone with a baby that he claims isn't his and I don't know what to do. I know I need to be strong for me and the baby but I feel broken and betrayed. He hit me Phil, the man I loved literally hit me wanting to cause me damage. Don't even get me started on the media and what they are saying" I said to my brother. Phil pulled me into a hug and I began to sob in my big brothers arms. How had everything gone so horribly wrong? Where was I going to go now? Could I really raise a baby on my own?

Ten minutes later and the truck was pulling in. I got up dusted myself off and got to work. I had my 20 minute break down now I needed to get up and get on with it. I had no one to rely on now so I had to rely on myself. The guys set it up within 2 hours connecting all the stuff together and securing the shelves to the wall. They also set up my computer before heading off to make the drive back to Sydney. I began to organise all the stocks and inks on the selves labelling things as I went and soon my brother was knocking telling me it was time to head home. He was impressed with my set up and I was proud I had achieved this much when all I wanted to do was crawl into a ball and forget about the real world for a while.