Camila's POV
I don't know where it went wrong or how but it did. We were young and we thought we were in love and maybe we were. She was beautiful, a goddess. She was dark and mysterious and I wanted to know her mentally and physically. All of my life I kept to myself. When she moved here I felt a connection that I wasn't used to. I wanted to explore her, and she let me. I didn't care if she had a bad past, I wanted to give her a good future. Her ways never changed though but I realized I didn't want them to. She was in control in every way of the relationship and it made me frustrated. I wanted to be the boss of her, I wanted her to take orders from me. It became a war between us. The endless fighting and then makeup sex, the rough makeup sex. At the end of the night I didn't care what happened as long as I was in her arms. I was terrified of what she was doing to me but I didn't want to end it. I couldn't get enough of her.
