Camila's POV
I'm seated at the picnic table with Harry and Louis as we eat together. My phone starts to ring and I pick it up from the table to see that Lauren is calling me as a small smile forms on my lips.
"Oh, what's that smile? Who's calling you?" Harry smiles.
"Just someone," I said.
"Just someone? Is that someone a potential suitor?" Harry says.
I give him a death stare as I answer the call and bring the phone up to my ear. "Hey," I said.
"Hi. I was calling because I wanted to invite you and your family to a party next week."
I tense up at thought of inviting my family but soon relax. "What party?" I ask.
"I, uh, can't say. You have your secrets I have mine."
"Fair enough. I'll be there and my family too," I said.
"Perfect. Bye, Camila."
"Bye," I said. I hang up the phone as I set it down on the table.
"So? What's up?" Louis asks.
"A friend of mine just invited us to a party that's happening next week," I said.
"Oh, sweet! Are you going to let us go considering you always want to be alone?" Harry says.
"Of course your coming. My friend wants you guys there and I'm not failing her," I said.
"Ooh, it's a girl?" Both Harry and Louis tease and laugh.
"I can have female friends and that won't mean anything unless if I decide to have something more," I reach over the table and flick Harry on the forehead. I stand up as I put my phone in my pocket. "I'm going to tell my aunt and uncle," I said.
"You go do that," Harry says.
I walk into Harry's house as I ask the maid where my aunt is. After thanking the maid, I walk into the living room to see my aunt watching TV. "Tia!" I smile.
"Camila!" My aunt stands up and pulls me into a tight hug.
"Hi. I came here to tell you that one of my friends invited us to a party next week," I said.
"How sweet of your friend. I happily accept her invite," My aunt smiles.
"Perfect," I smile. That smile falls off my lips as I turn serious and my body tenses a little. "Where's my uncle?" I ask.
"In his study," My aunt answers.
I let out a soft sigh as I force a smile on my lips. "Thank you," I kiss my aunt's forehead.
"You're welcome, my dear," My aunt kisses my cheek before she sits back down and continues to watch TV.
I walk over to my uncle's study and once I get there, I knock softly on the door. I open it once I hear a 'come in' as I step inside and close the door behind me.
"Camila, you were the last one I was expecting to come in here. Sit," My uncle says.
"I'm fine staying standing," I said.
"What brings you in here?" My uncle says.
"One of my friends invited us to a party that's happening next. That's all I had to say," I spoke as I open the study door.
"You're not going to stay and have at least one drink with me? It's been a while since I've seen you," My uncle says.
My jaw tightens as I close the study door. I walk over to my uncle's desk as I lean on it. "Why would you ask such a thing? Do you think I would want to stay in this study after what you did to me?" I speak lowly.
"Camila..." My uncle warns.
"No, don't 'Camila' me. You know what you did," I said.
"I didn't do anything, Camila. You are just overreacting," My uncle says.
"Oh. Overreacting? Is it overreacting when you fucking raped me in here you sick bastard without giving a hell that I am your niece, that I was only five years old, and to my condition... You. Fucking. Raped. Me," I seethe.
