Dreams on Waters - A Camren Fanfiction

Chapter 7

I leaned on the edge of the boat, breathing heavily and letting out a few gasps. Sweat ran down my forehead as my muscles ached, especially where they had hit me. My arms and legs were shaking from the effort I was putting in for the last few hours. Although I really had no idea how many hours had passed since we started this stupid training, but it still felt like an eternity. I definitely wouldn't put up with all this pace.

I heavily raised my head to look at Camila, she didn't even look tired. She was still as energetic as when we started. There was barely a trace of sweat showing, and her movements were as quick and precise as at first.

I took a deep breath, managing to walk a few steps until I reached my wooden pole. The chestnut had ripped it from my hands with an effective blow, causing it to fly to where it was right now. Once I picked her up I stumbled a bit but still faced the girl. Smiling, she approached me slowly, placed the tip of the wooden object on my chest and gave a small push that was all that was enough to make me fall.

I closed my eyes when my back hit the wood on the floor, cursing loudly in pain. Luckily I hadn't hit my head. I stood there, knowing I wouldn't have the strength to get up so I only let out a sigh.

"Are you finished?" Camila asked.

Her voice sounded much closer than before, so I opened one of my eyes to see where she was. I was surprised to see her face peeking out above mine, she had squatted down with her arms resting on her legs in a relaxed way. Her eyes were curious on me.

"Have you finished? It seems that you want to kill me" I said without taking my eyes off her.

She seemed to think about it for a while but then shook her head smiling. I smiled back a little weaker, I could feel my lids getting heavier and suddenly the cover didn't seem like such a bad place to sleep. I was about to close my eyes when her finger on my cheek stopped me.

"Don't fall asleep, I couldn't carry you to my bed if you did," she spoke in a low voice.

I nodded ignoring her, dedicating myself to closing my eyes. I heard her calling me but her voice was distant. I fell asleep on the deck.

I slowly opened my eyes, shifting in place and feeling my sore muscles. Light entered the room through the small windows providing a bit of illumination. I carefully sat up on the bed, unable to help but curse due to the severe back pain. My sight traveled all over the place realizing that I was in Camila's cabin again. At that moment I realized that she was not in the room, not a single sign of her.

I calmed down a bit to think that she was probably sleeping in Dinah's cabin. Although then my head began to form ideas that maybe instead of going with the blonde she would have chosen to go with Shawn. For some reason that bothered me.

Still annoyed I got to my feet too quickly and regretted it. You should be more careful when making movements. I was beginning to believe that any movement I made could break me, even breathe. I decided to walk slowly to the door but as it was becoming customary my shaky legs gave way. I fell on my butt near the bed and with a sigh I leaned my back against it.

Thinking about what to do I remembered the blow Camila had given me to the side with that wooden stick, then I lifted one side of the dirty blouse to examine the place. Sure enough, there was a large purple mark with a somewhat green hue around it. Surely my back was the same, I even dared to say worse. I adjusted my blouse again and let out another sigh looking at the ceiling, where some footsteps could be heard. I closed my eyes again still tired from so much activity from last night.

After only a few minutes the door was opened giving way to a brunette that came with a jug in her hand while in the other she brought a piece of bread. The funny thing was to see that she had an apple in her mouth. She stared at me for a couple of seconds until she decided to go all the way in, kicking the door shut. Walking slowly she came to my side, sitting on the bed. Her legs were next to my head, on them she had her hands supported with the things she was holding and without really being able to avoid it, I looked at the piece of bread with great attention. I was starving.