I'm not crazy camila/you

¢•Ch.14•¢

"Where did she happen to take you after." He asks timidly scared

"I-I don't quite remember the location, b-but if I saw it again I know I would recolonize." I answer shakily, knowing exactly where that place was, but promised myself I'd never speak of it again, shuddering at the thought of that vial dark room, her victim room

He nods skeptically believing me

=Flashback=

"I'm dangerous and your loving it." Camila sing songs quietly changing the lyrics to the song softly playing through the speaker of the radio in the moving car smirking in my direction as I just continue staring at the road seeing her in the corner of my left eye

I get goosebumps as her free hand that isn't guiding the wheel reaches up to my neck sensually trailing a delicate finger down my pulse line putting a little pressure on a now discovered nerve with the soft pad of her thumb

"C-Camila." I breathe out shakily as I look in her direction seeing her whole figure blurry but not the gloomy dark looking Big Ben lit up behind her when we cross the bridge as her thumb pushes more pressure on my neck and everything blacks out

*Time passes*

I wake up but not fully opening my eyes fearing for the worst of where I am just feeling the cold temperature of this room

The aroma of this room was bitter sweet, the smell of something rotting or already rotting, and a hit of Camilla's rose and cherry blossom perfume

I open my eyes groggily, 'why am I always the one who needs to get knocked out, like fucking really?!?'

I scan the room looking to my left first as a natural instinct seeing a boarded up window with a slight crack of gray light making the room dim dark, dark gray walls, a wooden closet sliding door behind me and concrete floors with what looks like stains?

I was squinting my eyes trying to get a good look of them but some are brown and some looks maroon red new

"What the actual fu-" I was cut off by my mischievous girlfriends distant voice humming a tune walking in with gray baggy sweatpants and my black v-neck running her fingertips over the color painted walls to me

"So this is love, hmm hmm mm hmm, so this is lovveee." She quietly sings as she comes closer with her bright yet darkening smile bending down at my level on the floor grazing her fingertips across my jawline instantly making my tenseness relax on the muscle

I'm complexed when it comes to loving her, but she made me this way

"I love you Y/N, it was in the heat of the moment when I said I didn't," she starts off sounding so vaurnable I can see the compassion in her eyes knowing she's speaking all truth, " and you know I love you... Yes I loved your mother and yes, I'm the reason she's gone but just stop fighting it and stay with me," she continues, she's confusing me something about me wants to give in so bad cause I love her and I honestly feel sorry that she's so lost, she didn't ask to be like this

She didn't ask to be.. Crazy

"Forever." She whispers looking deep into my eyes stroking my cheek with her thumb leaning in capturing my lips I between hers caressing her soft pink petals on mine

Once she pulls away she looks into my eyes looking for an answer, without any control or thought of what I'm doing I nod which causes a grin to appear on her face

"B-but what's this room." I ask hesitantly not knowing if I still want an answer or not

Her precious grin is replaced with a face eating smirk as she stands up pulling me with her showing me her now open closet to buckets and buckets stained of red lingering substances some filled that makes my stomach cringe and twist

She chuckles darkly, "What kitten? Squeamish?" She asks taunting as I nod in response mortified

Looking to the other side of the closet filled with different old stained clothing

"I-Is this th-the same place you-you directed my family to, s-see my mother?" I ask stumbling over my words

She nods not daring to look at me as she closes the closet mumbling, "this is where I end the final kill, I guess you could call it my victim room." She smirks turning to meet my eyes

I know what your thinking, how even more sick it is of me to continue to be with the women who has killed both my parents, stabbed her best friend, threatened me more than twice, killed more than 20, said the thought of her loving me makes her sick then vowing her love for me the next day

If Camila wasn't so crazy, you'd think I was, but I loved her and she has this toll on me I couldn't tie down nor control, I secretly enjoyed the feeling of it before, but now, now it's different, I know more things, and it's appropriate to say I'm completely and utterly crazy, but I wasn't doing anything to help myself... And I couldn't understand why

"When you try to run away again," she starts out looking at me evilly intently as she starts to speaker lower and softer, " just know everywhere you move every step you take I've been there, I know where you went where you are where you go, your mine, don't struggle and leave baby, it just makes things harder on you," she continues eyes filled with love speaking softer and sweeter, "and it hurts me to do that to you babe, so don't dare to inch away from me." She finishes in all seriousness

Protectively and possessively might I add

I just continue to stare at her not daring to move or speak to scared, this seems to fuel something inside her as she struts over to me grabbing my chin and cheek in one hand a little roughly pushing my face up to meet her burning tinted brown eyes

"Do I make myself clear Y/N?" She questions so bitter sweetly changing moods.... Once again

I nod quickly letting out a weak, "yes Camila."

This seems to satisfy her, mood switching back as she lets her grip loose and wraps her arms around my shoulders embracing me in a warm hug that shoots tingling shocks through my body at her touch

But knowing all to well I pull away just to look into her eyes

"You need serious help." I tell her in a scared yet concerned tone

She shakes her head at me with a wicked smile plastered onto her features and this mischievous sparkle in her eye as she stared at me.

"No, I seriously need you." She tells me in all love laced in her voice

I sigh closing my eyes thinking

'Im the crazy one'

=End of Flashback=

Again the room is silent

No words exchanged because no words spoken

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A/N: I'm not really satisfied on how this turned out it honestly doesn't seem interesting or creepy as I hoped, for real I should in all honestly stop this horrible written book while I'm at it, but, here you guys go hope you like!!