So You've Fallen for a Madrigal? (Camilo Madrigal x female reader)

29. What Now?

Day 5
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"What do you mean?" he asks.
"I know you saw the closet." You stop.
He takes a step back and looks at you, confused.

"So... your knew about it?"
"Yes," you say calmly.
"You're joking, right?"
"I wish I could say I was."

He looks at you, tears forming in his eyes.
"I can't believe it," he scoffs.
"I'm sorry- I told you not to go in there." You reach out to comfort him, but he backs away more.

"You did that, didn't you?"
"No- I would never."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Because we're friends." You hate that word, but only because you love him as more than a friend.
"Oh, so that's why I should believe you: 'Because we're friends'? Unbelievable."
By this point, you can't take it anymore.

"I was seven when I left that house, Camilo. SEVEN. I couldn't even fathom the thought of killing someone at that age. Now let me expl-"
"But it's in your room..." he interrupts.
"Well yes, but if-"
"...in your closet."

You wait another moment. Why won't he let you finish your statement?
"I-"
"No, y/n. There's no explanation for this. Even if there is, you haven't explained it to me yet."

That does it. That fucking does it.

"ALRIGHT, LISTEN HERE. I HAVE TRIED MULTIPLE TIMES TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU, BUT APPARENTLY I'M NOT ALLOWED TO TALK WITHOUT AN INTERRUPTION."
He goes silent, but you definitely don't.
"YOU  WANNA KNOW WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED? THEN HERE IT IS: I TOLD SOMEONE ABOUT MY DAD, THEY TALKED TO HIM ABOUT THE PROBLEM, AND THEY LEARNED TOO MUCH FOR MY DAD'S LIKING."
Camilo finally speaks up.
"Y-you mean...?"
"My dad killed the man."
"W- h- c-???" He stutters.
"The funny thing about it is, they were friends..."

"Oh, I-" Camilo hugs you. "I'm so sorry."
"No, it's-" you sigh, hugging him back, "it's fine. It's just.... It's just been rough..."

"...Hey, do you think Dolores heard all that?"
"YUP!" Someone yells from outside the room.
That answered your question.
"So, what are we gonna do about the body?"
"Nothing. We just have to keep people out of there."
"How are we gonna do that?"
"Hm... Wanna help me move a bookshelf?"
"That's not a bad idea."

You both go into your room and move a bookshelf in front of the closet so the doors are no longer visible.

"If this doesn't keep them out, then I don't know what will," Camilo states.
"Yeah... Hey Camilo?"
"Hm?"
"I'm sorry for dragging you into this."
"Oh, it's ok. Plus, I love you, so why wouldn't I help you with this?"
You look at him, surprised. It takes him a moment to realize what he said.
"Oh- I mean- I-" He's unsure of what to say.

"I know what you mean," you say.
"You do?"
"Yeah, you love me as a friend."
"O-oh-" He stutters, "Uh, yeah. Definitely."
Kinda suspicious, but ok.

"HE'S FUCKING LYING!" Dolores screams from outside the door.
"SHUT UP, DOLORES!"