They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 10- Bad Intentions

My dad still wasn't doing good. Three years is alot, still being around in the condition he is in. I visited him frequently, checking in on him all the time. Some days I come in, he is sleeping. But that never stops me. I sit in the chair next to his bed, just holding his hand and silently crying to myself. I can never think of life without him. He means the world to me. I love my whole family, but my dad has been there for me since the beginning. He's always looked after me, and once I grew up I had promised to take care of him. Sadly I have failed miserably. Sometimes Sasha would come in with me and sit next to me, just rubbing my arm and kissing my cheek lovingly. She wouldn't stay as long as I would though. Sometimes I would stay all day.

The times that he was awake, we would talk about random things. One of the main subjects concerning Camila. These moments, Sasha would walk out and sometimes never come back in.

"Sweetie, you need to talk to her. I know if you did, you two could work something out and be together. You were meant for eachother. Fate brought you together." He would say.

"Fate brought the whole group together, dad. She has done unforgivable things. Cheated, left me, and now says only hateful comments about me with no emotion at all. Does that sound like love to you dad?" I would always say. He wouldn't bring it up again. Lately, he wouldn't talk at all. Almost like Camila was the only thing he wanted to talk about. He would barely even talk to Sasha. It bothered me deeply.

"Do you like Sasha?" I asked as I sat next to him. It had been a rainy day, and I had nothing on my schedule. Sasha, however, had a full one.

"Yes, such a silly question Lauren. Why do you ask?" He acted so innocently dumb. Wasn't it obvious?

"You always talk about Camila instead. What's wrong with Sasha?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"I just think that Camila would be better for you. I know how much you love her, Lauren. You couldn't possibly love someone as much as you love her. I see the way you looked at her, the way she would look at you. If you can't see the special bond you two have, you must be in some serious denial."

He had a valid point. I didn't love anyone as much as her. She had always been my strongest love, the person I desired the most. And maybe management had ruined our relationship, the fact that She didn't want to be with Shawn, but then ended up listening to management and cheated on me anyway. I still remember the day she came running for an apology. I had never seen her more upset.

Three years ago...

"Is Camila Cabello dating Shawn Mendes? Could this be a real thing?" I shut off the TV and threw the remote at the screen, reminding me of that same day that they had assumed they were dating before. That was a year ago. Times have changed. Camilas feelings for me had been directed towards him now. And I wouldn't be surprised if they were together. I truly had no opinion on the situation, but the fact that Camila fell for managements suggestions instead of mine, made me angry.

Just then I heard a knock at the door. I dragged myself out of my bed, adjusting my messy pajamas I had been lounging in all day. I pulled open the door to see a crying Camila standing in front of me.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked, crossing my arms. I wanted to feel bad, but all I felt was anger towards her.

"I want you back, Lauren. But I can't have you even if I wanted to and it kills me! Our relationship has taken a fall and I can't stand it anymore. Fifth Harmony has been ripped from me and now you? It's too much." I finally snapped.

"Then go fucking die, Camila! Do you know how much you hurt me?! And now you have the fucking nerve to show up on my doorstep, begging to be involved in my life again?! No! I will not let you back into my life again only to be hurt again. Get lost!" I screamed, slamming the door in her face. The tears fell freely now as I slid down against the door. I knew she was still standing on the other side, her muffled cries invading my ears. I knew now that there was no chance for us to be something.

Now...

It was then when the hateful comments started. It was like I created a side to her that no one expected would come from someone like her. Some thought it was just some random even that happened, but only me and her knew why the comments started. I hadn't talked to her since then. People tried setting up interviews with us together, but I never attended.

Our relationship was doomed from the start. Ever since I was 16 and she 15, that first day on the X-Factor audition when we had only exchanged a small conversation, I knew that she would be my end.

My phone interrupted my thoughts. Sasha's name appeared on my screen.

"Dad, I gotta take this. Be right back." I said kissing him on his forehead and stepping out of the room.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"The girls and I decided that we would take you out to lunch to take your mind off of things. What do you say?" She asked. I heard hopefulness in her voice, almost begging me to go.
"Yeah sure why not. I'll be over after I am finished visiting my dad. It's agony, Sash. All he talks about is Camila anymore. I tried asking him why he doesn't like you but he just played it like he was alright with you." I said sitting in a nearby chair and running my hand through my hair.

"I know, babe. Give him time to warm up to me. I'm sure he'll come around." She responded.

"We don't have time. You know he's close to dying. It's any day now. And every day that passes, the more I am afraid." I said. Just then, doctors started rushing in his room. They never did this. And when they did, it was to give him his medicine. But they were calm. "Babe, I gotta go. I love you and I'll talk to you later." Before she could answer I hung up and rushed into my father's room.

What I came across next broke whatever sanity I had left. He was surrounded by the doctors, using the electric paddles to try and bring back his fading pulse.

"Ma'am you can't be in here," a doctor said rushing over to me and tried pulling me out of the room. Without thinking, I punched him dead in the center of his nose, running to my father's side.

"Woah, ma'am I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." A younger woman said pulling on my arm towards the door.

"HE IS MY FATHER YOU ASSHOLE!" I screamed. "FUCKING LET GO OF ME!" I struggled against now three doctors pulling me out of the room. Before I left, I saw them pulling the sheets over him. He was gone.