Short Stories

Camilla & Ezra: What happened after Part 1

This chapter picks up on the third Camilla and Ezra chapter in my one shots story. 

Camilla's Pov

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

I get off of Ezra quickly and wrap myself in his comforter.

I look at my dad and see him clenching his fist, his face full of anger and disgust. Tina looks like she's about to throw up any second.

"We can explain-" Ezra says as he pulls his thin sheets over his lap

He doesn't get to explain before my dad runs up and punches him in the face. I gasp and Tina screams. My dad doesn't stop. He throws punch after punch. Tina rushes to him to get him to stop but he doesn't. Ezra doesn't fight him back. Just lets my dad beat the shit out of him. The only thing he does is cover his face as best as he could. My dad doesn't care as he tries to punch and hit anywhere he can. He drags Ezra off the bed before he kicks him.

"What the fuck were you doing with my daughter!" my dad yells

Tina is a sobbing mess as she begs my dad to stop. I'm crying at this point yelling at my dad to stop.

"Papa! Ya! Stop! Por favor! Vas a matarlo! Please" I scream, sobs falling from my lip

I move across the bed, reach over and push him away with one hand while keeping the other to my chest to hold the blanket. My dad stops and looks at me with anger.

"Get out" he says coldly

"No" I say

"Get out of the house Camilla" anger creeping in his tone

"I'm not leaving" I say as a small sob leaves my lips

"Get out! I don't want you in this house!" he yells

"No! I'm not leaving" I say

"Yo no quiero una hija de puta en esta casa. Lárgate!" he screams in my face

I don't want a daughter of a whore in this house.

Those words gut me as tears fall from my eyes. He sends me a look of disgust before he walks away. Tina stares at us in shock before she rushes to Ezra. She grabs the thin sheets and pulls it over his body. She talks to him, but he only mumbles a few words I can't hear.

I gather my clothes and quickly put them on, using the sheet as a curtain. Once I'm dressed, I walk out of the room and head to mine. I make it to my room and gently close the door and walk to my bed. I sit on the edge and silently sob. I cover my mouth to muffle the sobs but they're still loud.

My dad called me a whore.

He called me a whore and kicked me out of the house.

What the fuck am I going to do?

I can't go to a family member's house. My dad will tell them what happened, and they'll kick me out as well.

I can't go to a friends place. That's embarrassing of me to ask.

Panic settles in my stomach and I start to feel sick. I start rocking myself back and forth to calm myself down. The more the panic grows the more thoughts start to fill my mind.

What the fuck is going to happen to Ezra?

Is he getting kicked out?

He regrets being with me.

He regrets ever starting a relationship with me.

He hates me.

He hates me and my dad. He wants me to leave him alone and never speak to him.