Run (Sequel to Broken Walls)// L.T. *AU* *On Hold*

•Chapter 16: Ivory•

Enjoy the update! I apologize if it took a bit longer than usual, I've been editing a lot of my stories. I just finished taking regents testing, what testing did you all have?

And like I said before, there is going to be a lot of Lami in future chapters very soon. Right now, I have to get through a few things in the story. Bare with me.

-Jess xx

Status: Edited

Camilla's P.O.V.

Ink stains the paper, and it combines with the white, creating a combination that is vibrant to the eye. Words are tumbling from a place unknown and it's beginning to feel almost impossible to stop the entry. My fingers tremble, and my wrist aches, but my mind is getting mended by its own personal way of therapy.

A entry hasn't been put into the journal in what seems like forever, and I find myself almost reveling over how therapeutic it used to be, and how lost it's gotten in the back of my head. Most of my problems are washed away and swept into the crisp pages, and it's soothing to go through this process again.

"What are you writing?" A husky voice asks, breath hitting my ear and I jump at the words. My hands slam the notebook shut before I can even answer him, hiding away the paragraphs that haven been written.

"Just something for English." A lie easily sounds from my lips and I'm starting to worry about how frequent they are starting to get.

I swivel around in my chair, facing the messy haired boy who stands across from me. His eyes are tired as a match to his forum, and I tilt my head to the side.

"Did you just wake up?" I question him, looking over his pajamas. Sweats hang low on his hips, v-line bluntly on show, and I look away before any unholy thoughts come on.

"Uhm...no? Technically I did, but it isn't even close to when we need to get to class." He looks peculiarly at me and I raise an eyebrow.

"It's just dark outside. Don't we have class in like an hour?" I ask, looking out the window at the Friday darkness.

"No, it's 5:30 in the morning. Your alarm went off in the room, considering you usually like to wake up early, and it wouldn't stop so I had to shut it off. And you weren't in your bed, so I got worried." He explains and sits on the counter stool next to mine, setting his hands in his lap.

"I'm sorry, I didn't look at the time. I just woke up and had the urge to do something I guess." I shrug and his eyes search mind as if he can tell I'm lying and that's when I break. "Okay, I had a nightmare."

"About what?" Luke grabs my hand and starts playing with my fingers, in a way to comfort. Debating is loud in my head, on wether or not to tell him. I go with the first thought.

"It was about Louis and I. We were a um," I hesitantly look in his eyes, but quickly look back down to my lap. "We were married. We had a family and everything was just perfect."

"Sounds like a dream, not a nightmare to me." He mumbles, hurt laced between his words, but I continue with my explanation.

"But it was hurt for me, that made it a nightmare. I had come home one day from work, and I saw him in bed with Hadie." My breathing hitches when I recall it, the image flashing through my mind. "His face was just so proud. Her moans still filled the room even after I walked in and," A sob escapes my lips, and it's dry, no tears leaving my eyes. "They wouldn't stop, it was like I wasn't there."

My words are slow and hatred is heard through them, when suddenly I'm pulled into his chest. He isn't wearing a shirt, and my arms wrap around his bare back, enveloping me in the radiated warmth.