WHERE THE FUCK IS THE DIARY?
I've searched every fucking corner of this stupid room and haven't found anything and this headache isn't getting any better. I decide to take a shower and change out of the ridiculous excuse for clothes I was putting on.
I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I prefer the shower to the bath tub. It's a nice bathroom just like the one I had back home. It gives you the pleasure to use whichever you prefer and feel comfortable with. But it's not time for comfort for me right now.
The hot water runs down my body and it burns the cuts that has covered half my body. Camaya did some good damage. I thought I was the only one capable of self harm but it seems something pushed Camaya to the edge. She loves herself too much to harm her body. What exactly happened? That question won't stop coming up.
I love the pain I'm feeling as the water runs down my body and into the fresh cuts. It's painful, very painful but something about the pain makes me feel alive. It's like I can finally feel something, it gives me the kick you know.
Time passes by and I'm still in the bathroom running miles per second in my mind. I come to one conclusion, to find William and plan everything else. I get out and wrap my body with a towel leaving my hair hanging loosely on my back which leaves trails of water droplets in it's wake. I honestly need to work on the hair but that's something for later.
Camaya has no clothes of my style. She mostly has sweatpants and weird shirts. Shopping, another thing on my to do list. I prefer jeans and sleeveless t-shirts or racerbacks in mostly dark colours. Bright always attract attension and that's something I can't afford right now.
I grab a dark army like green sweatpant and put it on. As for a shirt, nothing picks my attention but i search regardless. Finally I find a light green sleeveless t-shirt that I gladly put on and a black bomber jacket. Not exactly a good colour combination but it will do for now. Camaya and I only share one similar interest in shoes. FUCKING SNEAKERS. I'm obsessed with sneakers.
I pick the black pair of sneakers to match with the bomber jacket and put it on and leave the room in search of Jeff.
"Jeff."
"JEFF." I shout but I'm only met with silence. I run down the stairs and into the living room. Not a soul.
Did I perhaps hallucinate everything? No definitely not. Then where's every...
"Ma'am, sir Jeff is not around. Can I help you with something?" An old lady stands before me with a towel wiping her hands dry. She was probably doing something before I rudely interrupted. Sorry.
"Yes please. Could you... uhh show me to old... I mean Jeff's room?" I stutter and she looks at me like I've grown a second head.
She finally snaps back to the present. "Yes ma'am, this way."
I heave a sigh of relief and follow a few steps behind her. I don't like being in close proximity to people especially people I don't know.
"This is the room." She says and points to a room adjacent to Camaya's.
"Thanks." I should've known his room would be close to his fiancee's.
I start to second guess whether their engagement was real or if Camaya was forced. Which should make the perfect sense considering Jacob died not to long ago.
The old lady leaves and I walk into the room. It's as big as mine with equal designs only that his is a darker shade of blue almost black and unlike the rest of the house with a little white and cream, his room has none of white or cream.
His bed is neatly laid with light and dark grey sheets. I've noticed he's a neat champ. I walk deeper into the room and search frantically for anything useful. I don't even know what brought me here but that was the only thing I thought of when the lady asked if I needed anything.
I move to his bedside drawer and open it. There. There lies Camaya's diary. Why the fuck does he have it? How did he even find it? I know for sure Camaya keeps that diary where no one would ever think of looking for it.
I grab the book harshly and end up hitting my hand on the upper part of the drawer. I wince at the pain that follows but open the diary regardless. I sit on the floor and go through the pages I know I didn't read.
I keep frowning with each line I read. My heart aches when I read of how William was killed. He was what I was looking for having no idea he was already six feet under. With William dead, what will I do?
I got engaged three days before I woke up from a two week coma. I was so shocked. I never ever thought dad would do this to me. My fiance is Jeff Orlando. Jeff freaking Orlando. I hate him with all I've got....
So Camaya didn't even have an idea of her engagement. Why did Larry do this to us? Why? I gag as I read where Camaya wrote dad. I never will consider him my dad no matter what.
I continue to read about how she moved in here and got a room of her own, about the engagement party and how she met Jeff's sister, Rita. How everyone congratulated them on their union and everything else that happened during the party. I frown when I only realise she stopped writing about everything when Jeff took her back to her room.
Why does it end there? What happened when they got to the room? Did he do anything to her? I swear...
Wait. There's the part she wrote about the underlying threat Jeff used during lunch at the party. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED CAMAYA? I throw the book on the wall and it falls with a thud to the ground. A small piece of paper slips out of the book and from where I stand I can clearly make out the letter "R". I walk slowly to the book suddenly very weary of what that paper holds.
I kneel down and carefully pick the piece of paper up like I'm scared it would disappear before I get to see what's written on it.
RAPE. I WAS RA... Is all that's written on it.
What does this mean? I hope it's not what I think it is. At the extreme corner of the paper, Jeff's name is written on it. Jeff. He what??? No no no no.
JEFF RAPED CAMAYA. HE FUCKING RAPED CAMAYA.
My mind screams the words I don't want to say out loud. Tears I didn't know I had drop to the piece of paper in my hands. I didn't even notice I was crying. He's a monster.
I want to hit something, someone. My hands itch for a beating I'm sure someone will have to receive today or I won't be at peace. I pick the book up and slowly get out of Jeff's room.
My body's shaking uncontrollably and I feel I've gained a lot more weight I can't move any part of my body but I push myself until I'm able to enter my room and automatically, my eyes land on to the bed. So the images where of Jeff taking...
I don't want to finish that sentence.
My legs suddenly give up and I fall to the ground, the diary still clutched tightly in my hand. I sit on the floor for I don't know how long just staring at nothing. Doing things to Jeff in my mind that once I get the chance I'll really do unto him.
Suddenly someone on the otherside of the door knocks slightly but since I'm just leaning against it, it's so loud I hear a ringing sound in my ears for a while. I was snapped back to reality and that has created confusion in my body for half a minute.
When I recover from the shock, I hide the diary in one of the closets in the bathroom. I'll look for some place safe later.
I open the door and am met with a beautiful girl about twenty three or four years old and about 5'9. Why is everyone much taller than I am? She has similar features to Jeff and I guess she's his sister Rita. The one Camaya described in the diary.
"Rita?"
"Come with me."
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My psycho side
FanficCamaya Sheldon is a girl who grows up with a monster for her father. Her father takes away every single thing she ever loved, her mother, her boyfriend, her freedom. He held her captive against her wishes. He even got her engaged to the son of his b...