This Isn't Love ➳ Camila/You

Chapter Eleven

Camila missed going into the city, ever since their departure - she hadn't gone back. She ached for the simple conversations with people and as much as she loved being cooped up with her wife all day, it wasn't scratching her itch for interaction.

"Lauren, babe, wake up." Camila cooed, brushing Lauren's hair from her face. Lauren stirred, whining in objection but Camila furthered her advances, planting a loving kiss on the corner of her wife's mouth. Lauren smiled with eyes still closed, lazily throwing an arm across Camila, running a finger up and down her wife's arm.

"I was wondering if we could go into the city," Camila caressed Lauren's face with her thumb, the green-eyed girl hummed in response, "Maybe we could go sight-seeing and get some dinner afterward..."

Lauren's eyes shot open at the suggestion. Camila turned away from the piercing gaze she was receiving.

"Did you marry me for my money?" Lauren laughed bitterly.

Camila furiously shook her head, "Of course not!", she met Lauren's eyes, "I married you because I love you. You know I'm not that kind of girl."

Lauren rolled her eyes, her body wrinkling the bedsheets as she got up.

"How do I know that Camz? Hmm?" She walked around to her wife's side of the bed, her voice deepening with anger as she spoke, "How do I know you're not using me for my money because it sure as hell sounds like you are!"

"Lauren, I never ask for anything! Please don't twist my words. I was suggesting something for us to do, if you don't want to go out I'll be happy to spend the night with you." Camila patted the space beside her, signaling for her wife to get back into bed.

However, Lauren scoffed, pointing a finger into her own chest, "So now I'm twisting your words?"

Camila chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes shifting around the room to look at anything but Lauren. That's when a hand whipped across her face, the skin to skin contact resonated throughout the room. Camila's hand raised to ease the stinging, but the vibration behind Lauren's heavy hit remained.

In a daze, Camila stood up from the bed. She hunched over to appear shorter as Lauren hovered over her with malicious intent.

I should've communicated better.

What'd I do to make her mad?

"Now you're going to cry?" Lauren bent her head to face Camila, the brunette gulped, wiping the tears forcing themselves from her eyes. Her feet continued to walk out the door, she aimed to give Lauren time to cool down.

"Where are you going?" Lauren continued to badger her wife, following her to the bedroom door. She chuckled, answering her own question, "Oh, to Y/N's house, huh?"

"I don't think so." She placed an arm in front of the door, acting as a barricade. Camila picked up on the shifting tone of Lauren's voice, and when Lauren reached out to grab her, she bolted through the crack of space between the door.

She rushed down the stairs, holding onto the banister for support. Heavy steps clobbered behind her, and just as she reached the end, Lauren flipped her by her waist. Bony knuckles swung to meet her cheek, Camila felt the redness of the previous slap travel through her face. She stumbled - the back of her knees hit the glass table behind her, sending her body on top of it. The sound of glass crashing rattled her, she remained paralyzed, sensing the shards beneath her back.

In a second of silence, Camila was able to hear the beep from a car being locked. Immediately, her vocal cords strained as she yelled without moving.

"Y/N!"

Lauren's eyes widened, she stepped into the bed of glass, placing a hand over Camila's mouth. Pieces of glass poked the back of her head and Camila's teeth sunk themselves in Lauren's hand. When her wife recoiled her hand, Camila made a final effort,