I'm not crazy camila/you

§•Ch.12•§

I sat there twitching and fidgeting in my seat at the thought of what I use to be and still am

"What ever happened after that ?", he asks with the first time concern dripping from his deep voice

I stare up at him rasping out from my dry throat "Complete and utter shit."

=Flashback=

Here I am on the floor, back against the wall not moving an inch every since I walked in........ A day ago.

Camila as been trying to get me to move or talk, or basically blink something to know I'm still with her and not in another world

Now she's just in front of me staring at me with an expression I can't quite read

I flinch my eyes the first movement made in 35 hours, only cause the memory came back to me

;flashback;

He leans down to whisper in my ear with the smirk still plastered to his face I can feel it press against the sensitive skin of my ear

"She's done things, things that even scare the worst criminals, she's murdered in different ways imaginable ways you couldn't even process through this thick head of yours", he says gripping my hair but as I still stay stiff at his words to notice.

"You don't remember her do you?" He continues as I'm genuinely confused shaking my head fearful of his next words

"Camila was sick, her dead so called 'girlfriend' sappy story was probably bullshit she gave you, no one killed her, she did." He speaks out chuckling bitterly

"She murdered her cause she didn't give her what she wanted, she wanted her to break it off with her husband and runaway with her.............. Your father, she wanted your 5 month now dead mother to runaway with her." He continues smirking knowing now his words effected me more than ever

Remembering my mother stings strong gushes of tears in my eyes, my mother was disturbingly murdered, hung by her feet, gashes on her neck with a bucket to capture her blood underneath, hairs pulled out, and the look of horror on my mothers face when we got a note to follow the crime seen.... Camila's handwriting always gave me chills for some reason

"She kill- no she murdered you mother, she knew you longer than you think, she has you now, and no matter how many times you try and make yourself believe she loves you so much that's why she'll never let you go, but no. She doesn't love you, your just a dead ringer over your mother." He finishes then growls

"Now go!"

;flashback over;

I look at Camila whispering out

"My mother was your 'girlfriend' wasn't she ?"

She closes her brown eyes sighing deeply then opens them up again but with a little more tinted brown standing up jerking her head to follow her as I shakily stand up

"Where are we go-" I was cut off by her booming voice

"Shut the fuck up and follow me!" She growled never daring to turn to me as she kept walking with me following her like a lost puppy as she leads us to her 'forbidden' room walking in standing there just watching her movements as she opens up that paper filled draw

"Your mother was lovely Y/N, she would've been more lovely if she came with me and left your dead father." She says taking out two news articles, my mothers and a folded one I can't see