Caim

- Chapter 57 -

I stand on the porch, pacing back and forth. "Fuck," I curse under my breath while holding my head. I try and remember what I've learned in the little time I've been in therapy.

I am strong. I remind myself. Camila needs me. My sister, my ride or die, the one who's always been with me, she needs me.

I inhale deeply before opening the large door and walking in. Before I can react, a large sac is thrown over my head followed my large arms grabbing me. I try not to struggle because I know for a fact anything I do could reflect on Camila.

As much as my mind wants to panic, I control it. My body is harshly played onto a chair as I'm tied up. Finally, the sac is removed.

"Welcome darling," is the first thing I hear. My eyes have to adjust to the brightness before I can see, but when they do I am faced with a large tv sitting on the wall in front of me.

I am alone in the large room, just me and my chair. "It's quite sad it had to come to this, isn't it?" Marco insufferable voice floods my ears as he takes up the screen.

The rage I feel has bubbled past anything I felt for him in the past. My head burns with anger at the situation and tiredness as the constant struggle weights on me.

"Marco please don't be like this, do what you want with me, but don't touch my sister. Please." Tears well as I beg. Tears stream from my face as my head hangs low.

"See, you're really not in a spot to be asking me such things are you?" He chuckles. "So why the fuck did you ask me to come here? Was it not to beg for my sister because all you want is my attention all the time. Well you have it asshole. What now?" I yell as I struggle in my seat.

"I'm glad you asked." He says before taking a step back. As his body moves, he reveals Camilla tied up on here knees in the background.

She has tear stains on her face, her mouth taped shut. My body seizes. Fear ignites in me as he steps closer and closer to her.

"You know, I really tried Mia. I've tried and tried to bring you back to me, but you're brainwashed. You've made it clear we're done. How could you, steal someone so important from me like that?" He asked dramatically as if he's the victim.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to take someone from you to make up for it." He shrugs. I watch him approach her slowly, keeping his eyes on me as he does so. My head jerks to the side as loud sounds of commotion steal my attention.

A cry escapes my chest as the overwhelming situation plays out before me. "Fuck!" Marco screams.

That's the last thing I hear before the power cuts out. "Shit!" I scream. I frantically struggle in the chair as I work to breathe free. Please hold on Camilla, I'm coming.

I throw my body around as hard as I can, the wooden chair rocking, the sound only adding to my anxiety. "Please come on," I whisper to myself.

With one last rock, the chair falls back landing hard on the ground, smashing the back and allowing me to get free.

I scramble out of the chair, easily getting the door open. When I enter the large hallway, I observe the bodies of Marco's men scattered everywhere.

My heart pounds out of my chest as I look around as quick as possible before dashing down the hallway. Without looking, my body knows the directions to the room.

I reach the corner of the hallway, the room right around it. As I turn, I loose my balance tripping over a body.

Familiar hands wrap around me before I can hit the floor. "Silas." I already know. "I'm so sorry Réli." He immediately says.

"Fuck, we don't have time for this!" I say angrily. I push him aside and rush for the room. Time seems to moving as slow as possible, my body feeling like it will never reach her.

Finally, I'm there. And before I can register two gunshots go off. My ears ring, my vision spotty.

The warmth of her blood reaches my legs first, as that where she rests. A painful sob leaves my mouth as I cradle my baby sister who grips at her waist.

"Please calm down sissy, you're scaring me." She whispers. I see the fear mixed with panic in her eyes as she struggles to breathe.

I pull her closely to me. "Je suis vraiment désolé mon bébé." I apologize. "This, it's all my fault Camilla." I tell her as I tuck her hair behind her ear.

( I'm so, so sorry by baby. )

"No, you did good. The best I could've asked for." She tells me. "You were the best mother/sister I could've asked for Mia." I lower my face as she reaches for it.

"Don't speak like that, this isn't the end." I reassure her. She smiles at me calmly. "Listen to me, I love you so much. Take care of my sister, and my niece or nephew, Kay?" She asks, placing her hand on my stomach.

"No, Camilla please, stay with me," I say frantically. I pull her in for a hug. "Please." I cry. She wraps her arms around me, squeezing weakly.

And we stay like that, and I hold my sister. I hold her until I feel her grab loosen. Minutes feel like hours as I feel the life, the vibrant girl who wanted to be safe just as much as me, gone.

By then, my tears are dry. I feel a hand on my back. "Oh Réli." He says softly.

A mix of a cry and a yell escapes me, and once I start I can't stop. Silas pulls my body into his, the blood transferring from me to him.

Oh sissy. Please, come back to me.

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A/N:

Guys, I don't know what to say 😢 rest in peace Camilla, you will be missed.