ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ - ʟᴀᴍɪɴᴇ ʏᴀᴍᴀʟ

'44 - The cut that always bleeds.'

"Oh Cam don't cry." Pablo caresses his hand down my back, trying to keep me from wheeping.

"Why." I say with a broken voice, "I thought he loved me." And I started sobbing again.

"Come on." He stands up from the couch, "Let's get you cleaned up."

I refused to stand up, so Pablo picked me up bridal style to my room, and I had no energy to fight back at him.

He sat me down on my vanity seat and started to remove my makeup slowly, making sure none of that black shower of mascara was remaining.

He then pulled out some pyjamas for me and placed them on my bed.

"Come on Mils, change out." I nod slowly and move towards my bed, taking off my clothes and putting everything back.

Just as I was ready to lay in bed, all our memories came flushing back to me. About how he used to circle his thumb on my arm so I can sleep sound, how we used to just sit togetherness in bed and do absolutely nothing. And how I gave him my first time.

I didn't realise that more tears erupted, making me seem disgusting that he was touching me but then going to do the same with another woman.

I couldn't sleep here, I can't. I heard eruptions from downstairs, that signals that everyone's come home. I quickly run to Pablo's door and locked it.

"What's going on?" He stands up from his bed.

"I can't sleep there, I can't I can't." I kept repeating while crying, again.

"It's okay, come sleep with me." He motions me to his bed.

"Pabs, I'm going to have to get my own apartment for a while." I confess.

"But I need you Cam, you can't just leave us."

"I'm sorry, I can't stand looking at his face anymore, and I really need the time to heal from something like this, he broke my trust and I could never come back to him." I defend myself.

"What if he was just blank out drunk?" Pablo suggests.

"Don't defend him, drunk people have boundaries too." I sigh.

So far, Pedri and Ferran have no idea what's happened tonight, or why me and Pablo went back home so early.

Everyone's probably too tired to talk, so before I knew it, I was fast asleep, hoping it was all a dream.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

I woke up to a sound of a loud bang, I ran outside to see what it was.

And oh my god, Pablo has just punched Lamine.

"Yeah, speak now you fucker!" He spits.

"Pabs, not the time." I warn him.

"Camilla please." He holds on to my leg. "Please I'm so sorry hear me out."

"Don't touch her." Pablo yells at him.

"What the hell is going on?" Pedri finally wakes up.

"This bastard cheated on Camilla, at the club yesterday." And now Pedri's face certainly drops.

"You?" Pedri looks at him, and Lamine tries to deny it by shaking his head over and over again.

"Lamine what the hell?" Ferran now joins into conversation.

"I'm going on a walk." I whisper, leaving the house in nothing but pyjamas and crocs.