"Girly time!"
The 'mother' is crouched next to my bed, her face so close to mine that when I jump up in shock I manage to hit her in the face with my hand
"What the hell????"
"I'll get you for that you little..."
"Well if you weren't lurking near my bed watching me sleep like the complete weirdo you are I wouldn't have hit you. Not that you didn't deserve it, screaming in my ear like that, do you know what a singer is without their hearing? Nothing! NO-THING!"
I flop back down onto the bed and put a pillow over my head whilst wondering if it's actually possible to suffocate yourself to death
"Up!" She pulls the pillow from me and I try to wrestle it back but she's taller and about 3 stone heavier so she takes it with relative ease and I'm left pouting and well and truly pissed off
"Where's Shawn?"
"He and Niall have gone for breakfast"
"Without me?! I want breakfast! I want pancakes!!!"
"I told you it's 'girly time'" she does jazz hands as she says the two words that makes my nose crinkle in disgust
"I don't want 'girly time'" I say whilst mimicking her hand movements "I want breakfast"
"Well tough luck. I'm in charge here, not you and I say it's 'girly time'. Now get up and don't bother getting dressed because we're about to play dress up"
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"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" I scream, genuine tears pouring down my face as the 'mother' slaps handfuls of mud onto my face
"That's excellent" she smiles "the tears and the snot from your tantrum are really adding to the effect"
"You are insane!" I scream and try to free my hands which she tied behind my back after she slapped my face attempting to bruise me and I slapped her right back, the red outline from the contact is still visible on her face
"Listen Miss. I'm a big fuckin shiny star. You are a kidnap victim. Do you get that? You aren't at a fancy spa or on vacation, you are being held for ransom. Now we didn't realise it was going to be so hard to get someone to give a shit about you but it is so we need to make you look as distressed as possible for this video we are going to send to the news agencies and then maybe, just maybe someone will care that Camilla 'The Diva' Cabello" she pronounces both Ls in my surname and I want to head butt her and knock her out just to shut her up but I'm tied to the chair so unable to go anywhere or do anything as I fragile and furious all at once
"When I get free the first thing I'm going to do is give the police your name!"
"Yeah? What is it?" She asks defiantly, sticking her face right up to mine
"It's... uh..."
Shit!
"It's Shawn's mother"
"Oh tell them that and I'm sure they will be hammering down my door in seconds" she rolls her eyes and I imagine my hands around her neck, squeezing so tight her eyes just pop right out of her head. Pop! Pop!
"Mom! What the hell are you doing?"
"Making her look like she's been kidnapped"
"Kidnapped mother, not digging in a field"
Shawn walks around and touches the restraints on my wrists and smiles "I wish I'd thought of this" he tells his mom and for some reason that causes me to start crying again
"Oh she's crying again, does she ever stop?!"
"You would cry too if you were me"
"Yes and then I would wipe my tears with my 52 million dollar net worth"
"That thing's estimated, I'm worth way more than 52 million, they always under estimate because I'm female" I look over my shoulder as I suddenly feel the restraints loosening
"We can't film the video with her looking like this mom, she looks like she's been swimming in shit"
"If I don't get my ransom that's exactly what she's going to be doing"
Shawn shakes his head as he releases my hands and then pulls me to my feet
"Let me sort her out and then we will film, okay?"
"Will you listen if I say no?" Asks his mother
"When do I listen to anyone?" He replies whilst pulling me with him towards our pool house
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"I hate your mom"
"Yeah? Me too" Shawn laughs bitterly as he wipes at the mud I know is caked on my face
"She's a bitch"
"Yeah? Well so are you" He crinkles his forehead and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he brings the sponge to my cheek and begins to scrub gently
"Will you hurt me?"
"Have I so far?!"
"If no one cares I'm gone and you don't get your money will you kill me and bury me in your garden?"
"I'm not one for manual labour so no... I probably won't"
"Will your family?" I look up at him and recognise for possibly the first time how beautiful his eyes are, like runny dark honey
"Camila, this is about money, we have you, they'll want you, we hand you over take the cash and then that's it, no one is hurt and nothing changes"
"Except they don't want me back, in fact they don't even want me missing"
"Camila..."
"I bet it's just a big joke to you right? We kidnapped someone for a big ransom and they don't even want to acknowledge she's gone?"
"I'm um... I'm not laughing"
"You soon will be"
"Camila..."
"I'm such a joke. I don't think I could have imagined a worse scenario. I get kidnapped, expect the world to explode with fury but instead they just celebrate not having me around"
"Camila..."
"I was 10'years old when my entire family became reliant on me for money. I bought my parents home, my grandparents home, and then woke up every day to different stories about how I was such a brat, when I turned 16 I was a bitch..."
"You are a bitch"
"How does a female survive in this industry without being a bitch? I tried, I was nice, I smiled, I was friendly and I got shat on time and time again. Only when I fired back, when I abused instead of allowing myself to be abused did anyone show me even an ounce of respect"
I swallow back the tirade of abuse I feel following my words, my history wasn't as rosey as everyone painted it
I was born in Cuba but spent my early years moving between my mothers homeland and my fathers of Mexico.
Moving to America was supposed to be a dream come true but instead I found bigotry and racism everywhere I went, I called into question everything I knew about myself, my name, my heritage, my skin tone
"You are about to pay for you sins Cabello"' Shawn's voice warns but I just drop my head between my knees and stifle a scream
"I already have" I inform him "I've been paying for them ever since I was 10 years old"
*dedicated to Ifrah1206 who asked for an update so received an update lol x
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