Our Little Secret ➳ Camila Cabello

thirty-eight

CAMILA'S POINT OF VIEW

"Thank you all for having us!" I yelled into the microphone before hearing thousands of people scream and the girls and I began to exit of the stage warn out and coming down from the performance high.
We walked into the green room to take a break and get a drink before getting our things together to go on a flight to Oklahoma City.

When we entered the room, there he was. The monster. He was talking to one of the catering girls that was about 21-23 and flirting hardcore, pushing his hair back in place. I couldn't help myself. I walked up to him, and tapped him on the shoulder. Once he turned to look at me, I swiftly met his face with my hand and smacked it so hard my palm started hurting. "Oh my God, Camz." Lauren yelled pulling me away from Austin.
Ally walked up and got in between us and Austin. "I'm sorry for her. She's a bit emotional right now."
He began rubbing his face and giving me a death glare, "Just get her out of here and go to your bus." His voice was harsh and not as nice as it used to be but I didn't care anymore.

We got on the bus and Ally pushed me onto the couch, "What the fuck are you doing? We only have a few weeks left and you're going to start drama now? That girl in there is friends with someone in TMZ. You are going to fuck everything up." She scolded me. "Now get your shit packed because we have to go find y/n before it's too late."
"Why would you even say it could be too late? Are you trying to make me feel worse?" I whined to the older girl.
Ally just rolled her eyes, "Just pack your stuff. I don't have time to argue." I could tell losing y/n was really hard on her. Y/n was basically Ally's daughter. I mean, they joked around about the idea a lot but Ally was her mother. She helped her when she was sick, she would always make sure y/n had food or water, Ally patched up her wounds. I would be crushed if I lost y/n, but her 'mother' would be devastated as well.

The plane ride wasn't so bad. Since we were all tired from promotions, interviews, and performances, we all got tuckered out in the air. Well, everyone except me. I was running on E and feeling nothing but worry. So much worry that all I could do was nervously tap my foot and stare into the seat in front of me to think about y/n, and only y/n.

"Has she answered any of your texts, Mija?" Lauren asked once we all exited the gate.
I checked my phone for everything. Twitter DMs, Instagram comments, Facebook messages, Snapchats, and nothing appeared. I shook my head and felt like my whole world was crashing down around me.
"What's the address so we can rent a car down the street and get over there?" Ally said pulling us over to the luggage area and retrieved our bags in a line.
I pulled out my phone and sent her the message that Uncle Mike sent me. "There, Ally. Now let's hurry before we're bombarded."
Everyone agreed as we walked down just about 100 feet to the nearest car rental place and got a black 2015 escalade to pile ourselves and our stuff in and get to y/n's house before things could get too bad.

We made it outside a townhouse apartment at around 9:50PM. I was praying to God they were all awake and that they weren't hurting my girlfriend or she wasn't hurting herself.

I hit the door hard with my fist waiting for an answer but nothing was coming. I decided to hit the door and ring the bell at the same time. Maybe then they'd hear me from the inside. "Do you hear that?" Lauren asked putting her finger up and sticking her ear out to hear causing me to stop.
"Hear what?" I asked worried.
The pale girl listened deeply before replying, "It sounds like... like screaming."
"Screaming?!" I yelled starting to bang on the door again but no one was coming.
Lauren pushed me out of the way, "Move Camz."
Lauren backed up before rushing to the door and kicking it open with ease. We all piled in to hear Y/N screaming.
Lauren pulled out her phone and opened the camera before we all ran up the stairs to hear my baby's screams get louder.

YOUR POINT OF VIEW

"Unlock this door, y/n. I just want to talk." Dan grumbled from the other side of the door.
I rolled over on my back and covered my face with the blankets laid out for me, "I'm not feeling well, ok. Just leave me alone."
"Open the door, please. Your mother and I have to talk to you." I stayed silent. "If you don't open this door, I'll break it down then you won't have anything to lock."
The thought of being completely helpless like that caused me to get up and unlock the door. Dan's crooked smile when he opened it made me uncomfortable. I hurried over to plop on my bed and was quickly followed by my parents. Dan spoke up sitting at the end of the bed, "We've enrolled you for school tomorrow. A catholic school in the hopes that it'll be religious enough to change who you are."
"You're Baptist. Since when have you took in the liking of Catholicism?" I retorted feeling the sudden urge to want to choke him out for bringing me down here.
"Since the last time Michael had you in public school, and you decided you were gonna hit on a teacher." Mary corrected me.