Sent. (Camren) *complete*

You're safe with me

No texting here! I feel like this whole thing needed more of an exploration than just text conversation because it's a serious subject and definitely not to be taken lightly. Anyway,enjoy, I guess.

The Loud slam of the door finally silenced Brad. He had been talking, I hadn't been listening of course but from what I could gather there was a string of apologies rolling off of his tongue.

"Lo? Babe where are you" Camilas voice rang through the house and immediately I could relax. Chris was also on his way, being alone with Brad was my worst nightmare and my dad would probably murder him, Chris was the safe option. "I-In the lounge camz" I called back, my voice unexpectedly strangled and weak. Soon she was rushing through the door and, unfortunately, making eye contact with the boy in my fathers old lounge chair. Brad didn't look his best, in fact he looked the worst he ever had. His hair was overgrown now, his beard unkept and his clothes were evidently too large on his slim frame.

I guess prison officers  didn't care about giving flattering shirts and jeans as you walk out of the doors on your release date. Surely he'd have gotten changed, unless he hadn't been home yet.

"Who's this?" Camilas voice was softer, gentler than usual as she took in my dishevelled state and the shake in my grip. "this is Brad...
He's my ex camz" her Demeanour instantly changed at the news "But you haven't had a boyfriend in years Lauren" She muttered, evidently scanning her mind for any reason why I'd lie to her. "well, I had one... He hasn't been around, I was hoping I'd forget about the whole relationship" I was desperate, clinging on to hope that Camila wouldn't leave "That's real nice lo..." Brad stood, taking a step closer to me but I instantly coward away. He was smaller than me, shorter and slimmer, but I was terrified of the boy. "Don't call me lo" my voice was barely audible. "I want an explanation! Why is he here Lauren?" I wasn't in the position to formulate words, my heart was hammering, my palms were sweating and the tears continued to stream down my face. "yeah, why are you here Bradley? You should be locked up for the things you did to my sister!" I hadn't acknowledged  the sound of the door slamming, or the footsteps leading into the lounge. "I'm an innocent man now,
Christopher. There's a reason I was let out" Brads aggressive tone had me shaking, the things he was capable of had only been seen by me. On the nights he'd come home drunk, or the days he'd catch me glancing at a girl in school. "innocent? you're a fucking scum bag! You're a woman beater, a liar, a fucking rapist." The last words were hissed, hardly recognisable as Chris obviously hit Brad where it hurt. I took a second to glance at Camila to be met with wide, teary eyes looking back at me. "Get out of my house or I'm calling the cops" Chris finished his sentence with a rough tug on brads old,
Blue sweater in the direction of the door. As he mentioned the police Bradley instantly headed towards the door "No need for that. I'll be going, but I love you lauren" within seconds he was gone, leaving the three of us standing in the lounge. Chris was furious, clenching his fists by his sides and towering over the two of us. Camila was shocked, teary eyed and almost whimpering. "Lo oh my god" I felt a pair of fragile arms wrap around me and out of instinct my arms wrapped
Around her too."I'm so sorry that happened to you. I've got you baby, let it all out" I knuzzled my head into the younger girls neck, rocking with sobs and clinging on to her sweater "You're safe now princess.
You're safe with Me"