The Black Tangled Heart

The Morning After The Night Before

Turning over on the strange bed, Shawn searched for the tiny girl he had been keeping watch over all night.

Hour after hour he had kept guard over her but he had finally fallen asleep for what could only have been minutes and she had disappeared from his arms

"Camila?" He asked gruffly, his throat dry from sleep "Camila?!"

"Keep your voice down, my parents will hear you" she snapped as she finally appeared from her en-suite. Her hair in a high ponytail, her makeup immaculate and dressed in ripped blue jeans and an off the shoulder, white T-shirt with the name of a band on that he had never heard of before

Shawn eyed her suspiciously. When he had crept into her room last night she had been broken, her bruised body draped in swaths of black material but here she was now, dressed to impress, beautiful... and Shawn wasn't at all okay with what was happening right in front of him

"What are you still doing here anyways, don't you have school?"

"Do you have school?"

"Of course I do" she replied whilst picking up a bottle of perfume and spraying it lightly on her slender wrists and then neck

"So you think we aren't going to talk about what happened last night? Cute" he pushed himself into a sitting position and stared at her, his temper flaring every time he thought about the wounds that he knew lay beneath her clothes

"Last night was nothing. I'm a girl I was emotional, just call it hormones and move on"

Jumping up from the bed, Shawn stalked across the room towards her and noticed the way she flinched at his fast movements and that didn't ease his temper one bit

"No I will not fuckin 'call it hormones' and 'move on'. Now I might have taken it well last night but I am not taking it fuckin well now"

Crossing her arms, Camila tried to toughen her demeanour but Shawn saw how her fingers trembled and that only served to make him more angry

"All I need is a name, I don't need the story or the reason, just the name"

"This is none of your business Shawn"

"Wrong again" Shawn lowered his head so they staring at each other, daring each other, this was the type of foreplay Shawn lived for but today it was foreplay for a fight not sex that he was engaged in

"You shouldn't have come here, I shouldn't have cried on you"

"But I did and you did"

"Well I shouldn't have, I need you to go" she grabbed his arm and tried pulling him towards the door but he planted his feet and refused to budge "Look you caught me at a weak moment but I'm not weak anymore"

"I want to know who hurt you and I want to know now" Shawn seethed against the skin of her face

And I want you out of my house and I never want to see you again. You hurt Liam yesterday..."

"Is that why he hurt you?!"

"What?! No! It wasn't Liam and it wasn't what you think, it was nothing!"

Quick as a flash, Shawns hands were under her T-shirt, pulling it up to expose her bruises and marching her to stand in front of the full length, pin mirror that stood in the corner of her room

"Don't tell me this was nothing"

"It's nothing to do with you!"

"It was me" said Maria Cabello as she pushed open her daughters door and stood in the entrance to her bedroom