"I think I know why my disappearance isn't being reported... it's all part of a F.B.I rescue mission"
I stare down at the tiny thing in front of me and couldn't be more sure that she has officially lost her mind.
Maybe it was the stress of being kidnapped or maybe she's always been crazy but I have no doubt that her lights are on but there is no one at home.
"They don't want to risk me being injured so they are trying not to draw attention to the fact that I'm missing"
She's flapping her hands around as she paces backwards and forwards through the living area of the pool house just spitting out any nonsense that comes into her head and I, as 'babysitter number 1' am forced to stand here and listen to it
"Your realise you are talking bullshit" I didn't say I had to listen to it quietly
"What do you know your just a criminal"
"Yeah a soon to be a very rich, very happy criminal when I'm added to the list of people that never wants to see your face again, it's quite an extensive list by the seems of it"
"Fuck you!" She spits and then throws herself down on to the sofa
"In your dreams sweetheart"
"In my nightmares you mean !"
"Children, children..."
My dad walks into the room and Camila does nothing but roll her eyes which I know will piss him off, he likes to bet he centre of everyone's world, he wants the room to fall silent when he enters, for people to cower at even the mention of his name but Camila just looked at him like he was a fly she wanted to flick from her shoulder and that won't sit well in this house
"Miss. Cabello, How is my son treating you?" He asks in a voice forced to sound way deeper than the one I knew growing up
"Like a piece of shit"
"If the hat fits..."
"Shawn! Where are your manners?"
"At the moment anywhere she isn't"
"Miss. Cabello, you must excuse him, he wasn't raised like this"
"Yes I was!" My father shoots me a look that warns me to shut my mouth and so I swallow down the hundreds of other insults I have for her and cross my arms over my white T-shirt
"Miss. Cabello, you have been missing for some hours now, I had thought people may be starting to miss you"
I snort and my dad shoots me another warning look
"I think the F.B.I might be trying to perform a covert rescue mission, attention might put me at more risk so they have told all the media outlets to keep quiet"
"Er... no"
Ha ha ha well said dad!
"Is there someone we can call to put in a ransom demand? Really get this thing going, get some attention drawn to what we are doing here?"
"My manager Caleb?"
"Already on his way to the Bahamas" I tell her with a smile "He was Nialls man on the inside, you wouldn't believe how little we had to pay to get him onside, one mention of you being gone and he was all in"
"Liar"
I click on my phone a couple of times and then show her a picture of Caleb drinking cocktails with sparklers in whilst waving his passport and grinning with the word Freedom scrawled across it and I see some emotion on her face I haven't seen from her before, something real and I almost feel bad for my harshness
"Anyone else?" My father asks clearly becoming frustrated "parents?"
"They are in Cuba right now, they can't be reached" she says quietly, never lifting her head
"Siblings?"
"Cuba"
"Boyfriend?"
I snort again and she doesn't react she just shakes her head softly
"Friends? You must have friends!"
She shakes her head again
"Record label?" I suggest knowing they will be interested because she's a valuable commodity to them
"Yeah, probably. They have the most money to lose by me being gone"
"Okay, it's something at least. Shawn, you stay here, I will get Niall to phone in the ransom demand" I nod "oh and Shawn play nice with the little girl won't you?" He winks and I shake my head knowing fine well what he means and expecting some smart ass remark from Camila about how hell's more likely to turn to ice than she is of letting me lay a finger on her but she says nothing. She just remains quiet with her head down as my father leaves and I begin to quickly become uncomfortable.
I can deal with Camila when she's all attitude and ego because that's who I am too, but when she's quiet and emotional? Nope! I'm not the man for this job
"I'm not going to cry" she says seemingly aware of my internal panic
"Good cos I wasn't about to wipe your tears"
She doesn't say anymore she just sits there and stares at her fingers
"Want anything? Champagne? Caviar? Pink diamonds?"
"Can I have a banana... please"
Her voice is tiny, my chest is tight
"Yeah" it's all I can say, my minds gone blank
"Thank you"
"Yeah"
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