Love and Trust (Camila/You)

15.

*Warning...Talk of rape and the commitment of Suicide*
Y/n's POV

I walked into my hotel room, closing the door behind me, and locking it. I had a date to plan. I was so happy knowing that Camila was finally free. Free to be herself.

I turned around and walked further into my hotel room. I froze at the sight I saw before me. Shawn stood there in my living room. He was looking straight at me. He had a gun in his hand.

"Shawn...?" I asked quietly. I looked at him. He was covered in blood. Who's blood, I didn't know. But I knew it wasn't his,"Shawn, what are you doing here? What happened?"

"He...he hurt me......he tried to...I couldn't let him," my best friend spoke,"I...I didn't let him..."

I raised an eyebrow as I took a step away from my father,"What happened, Shawn?"

His eyes were blank and he showed no emotion on his face.

"I...I...I couldn't let him go...he would have tried to do it again...," Shawn said, his voice cracked.

"Shawn?" I said quietly as I went to take a step closer to my father. He snapped back from his crazy mumbling and looked at me sharply. He raised the gun and pointed it at me.

"Don't come any closer!" he shouted. I raised my hands in surrender and took a few steps back.

"Hey hey, Shawn, it's okay, it's me. It's Y/n. Relax its me," I said quietly,"Put the gun down, Shawn."

"H-he's d-dead..," my best friend said quietly his hands still gripping his gun tightly.

"Who's dead, Shawn?" I asked him,"Who died?"

"C-cameron," Shawn muttered. His breathing began to pick up, he was staring straight at me.

"How'd it happen, Shawn? How'd he die?" I asked my best friend, tears forming in my eyes. Silently praying what I was thinking was true.

"H-he...he tried to...I wasn't ready...I couldn't...he wouldn't move...h-he had a gun...I-I took it...I ran...h-he followed...I-I pulled the trigger...h-he's dead," Shawn let out a loud sob. I blinked rapidly to try to rid myself of the tears that were flowing freely.

"It was self defense, Shawn. It's okay, it wasn't your fault," I said as I took a cautious step closer to my best friend.

"No! I killed him! I'm a murderer!" Shawn stopped his foot, swinging the gun around. It went off and shot a hole in the ceiling.

"Shawn! Drop the gun!"I shouted, Shawn shook his head quickly, tears streaming from his eyes,"Drop it, Shawn! Please," I whispered please.

Shawn looked at me and slowly loosened his grip on the gun, slowly bringing it down to his side.

"Y/n!!" I heard shouting and banging on the door behind me, I knew it was Camila and the girls.

Shawn's grip tightened on the gun and pointed it back at me.

"Shawn, think about this. You don't want to hurt me. I'm your best friend," my voice cracked as I spoke, it took everything in me to keep my tears at bay,"We've been through everything together. Please...please just drop the gun."

Shawn sniffled and shook his head, closing his eyes as his grip on the gun tightened and he placed his finger on the trigger.

"I-I can't," Shawn sobbed. The banging and shouting from behind the door continued, but I kept my eyes on my best friend.

"Please," I whispered, I held my hand out,"Just give me the gun, Shawn. We can figure it out together just give me the gun."

"I can't live like this," Shawn's years were flowing freely now.

It seemed like everything happened in slow motion. Shawn raised the gun to his head, and just as my door burst open he pulled the trigger and a loud bang filled the room.

"No!" I shouted as I jumped forward to catch his now limp body. The gun fell to the floor and I held Shawn in my arms,"Shawn! Get up! Wake the fuck up!"

His eyes were wide open, but lifeless. My best friend was dead.

Camila's POV

I gasped at the sight before me, placing a hand over my mouth. Shawn was dead. The girls and I all huddled together, wrapping our arms around each other and stared as Y/n held her best friend close to her.

She was sobbing into his hair, and his blood was soaking her clothes. I wanted so badly to go over there and comfort her.

I let go of Normani and Ally and slowly made my way over to Y/n. I got on my knees and wrapped my arms around her neck. She turned and buried her face in my chest, sobbing in my stomach. I felt the tears fall from my eyes as the love of my life cried over the death of her friend.

And I let her cry, I ran my fingers through her hair, quietly, rocking back and forth. I looked down at the limp body of Shawn in her lap. His eyes were wide open and lifeless. I sighed and kissed the top of Y/n's head.

"It'll be okay...shh it'll be okay."