Forbidden Love

~ 11

When I got home from last night, my family were already sleeping. I didn't see anyone in the house at all, so I tip-toed upstairs to go to my room. My plan on not trying to make any sound worked at first, until there stood Lauren in front of her bedroom door, about to leave. She stopped midtrack and raised her brows. I knew it wasn't going to be pretty. At all.

"Oh, look, what do we have here?" She crossed her arms, giving me a slightly smile that wasn't so friendly. "Camila Cabello,"

I ignored her and tried to walk pass because all I really cared about is sleep, honestly. But she stood in my way, stopping me to go through. "You think you can just go home at this late at night and pretend like nothing happened? Where were you?"

I gritted my teeth. "How does that is in any of your business?"

She smirked, walking around me. "Well, technically it's my house, and honestly, pretty face," she played with my hair. "I don't appreciate anyone who think they could just walk in and out as if this is some kind of Motel." She pulled a strand of my hair hard, that I winced in pain.

I brushed off her hands furiously. "Don't touch me! Look, what do you want from me? You've emberassed me in front of those jocks in school, wasn't that just enough?!" A tear started drip down from my eyes. I really couldn't take it anymore. With the headache I was having from being late out night in the rain, Alex forcing me to go home without telling me anything and now Lauren, being the bitch she was - everything came at me at one night at the same time and I just felt like I could pass out at any moment.

"That wasn't my fault, really," Lauren chuckled. "You were too naive, Camila. Too naive actually to go out and have some fun with a.." She grinned - enough to made me wanting to slap it off of her face. "A dude, that you don't even know where he came from."

My heart started beating rapidly. I clenched my fist, but kept waiting for whatever she wanted to say next because I knew exactly where this was led to.

"You know," she paced around. "I wonder. What do you see in him, Camila? What, you wanna play the role of innocent little girl, hanging out with some bad boy just to be cool?" She chuckled. "Honey, you're too naive for that and for him."

"How do you-"

"I know, Camila," She cut me off. "I know shits, but I just keep my mouth shut," She looked at me. "Because if I were you, I wouldn't want mommy and daddy to know what their little innocent girl were doing behind their back, too."

I clenched my fist so hard it was turning pale. I tried to hold back the tears. "What do you want, Lauren? After all thid time, I didn't put a single finger on you, but you do this to me, why?!"

"Because I fuc-"

"Camila?" The door from the master bedroom opened, and my mom walked out with her robe on. "Lauren? What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh, nothing at all," Lauren muttered,  too cheerfully for a girl who'd just done being a bitch. "We were just talking."

"Oh? That's good. Camila, I-"

Before she could say a word, I ran passed them towards my room and slammed the door shut. My heart was beating rapidly on my chest and that was when the anger radiated in me - I didn't know myself anymore. Leaning myself off of the door, I hugged myself, crying  until the emotions I had left in me, was gone.

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The next morning I woke up, just like what I've expected, I got a slightly headache. It was not that bad like the other times, but bad enough to made me feel nausea. Once I got up and felt my view was spinning around, I went into the bathroom and let out everything from my tummy into the toilet bowl and took a deep breath. Sliding the mirror opened, I took out a bottle of painkillers and popped a few into my mouth. Later, I took a really quick shower and went for a change.