The Mob Queen• Laurinah[COMPLETED]

Her Voice

Lauren

She was letting go of me. She didn't want me anymore. Dinah didn't want me, she didn't need me, she didn't love me.

I had gotten to the point where I could hear but I still couldn't move or many any signals to tell her I was here, I was still alive and still needed her.

This morning she had dropped by, and I could hear in the way she said,'Hey Baby' that things were only going to go down from there. It was silent for a long time before she was next to me, whispering something beneath her breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you're here because this is my fault." She whispered and I could feel her grabbing onto my hand, her voice becoming throaty. She must be crying. "I met someone yesterday. Her name is Mariah, Mariah Carey and we're gonna go on a date." She paused and if I could, I would pull her to me and kiss her, tell her that I was here, that she didn't have to let me go. "I hope you're okay with that. I just, I need to start looking ahead. You of all people understand that."

She had no idea how badly I wanted to speak, to squeeze her hand, or do something so she would fucking realize I was here. I didn't want her to go with someone else. I wanted her to keep loving me. I wanted her to stay here till I woke up.

It was selfish, and I knew that but I just couldn't bare the thought of waking up and Dinah being in the arms of somebody else.

"She's really nice. I hope it's okay that I'm doing this." I felt her lean forward and kiss my lips softly, tears falling onto my skin. "I still love you Lauren, and I'll be here when you wake up. Just please, do it soon because I don't wanna lose you."

She had gotten up and left, leaving me to wander through my thoughts over and over again. I kept replaying every memory, every word she had ever said to me. It was the only way to keep myself from trying to walk into the light and disappear forever.

"I will never be yours, Dinah!"

"Um, nice to meet you Miss Lauren. I'm Camila, Camila Cabello."

"It's nature, Dinah. Nature is pretty, it has to be left alone. It is delicate."

"Yes, you are my bestest friend ever. I will never let you go."

"Dinah, please, stop!"

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers softly. I was kissing Camila Cabello

"Lauren, we wanna play a little game with you."

"I promise, I'll never let you go. Ever."

"I love you."

"I'm in love with you Dinah."

Memories flew through my head, from the very first day I had met Dinah to the moment she had told me she was moving on. My tormentors lingered in some, and in some Camila was the center of my focus.

I had forgotten about the Cuban girl. I wondered where she was now and what she was doing. Hopefully, she was far away from here and safe.

Her brown eyes were burned into my mind, her innocent doe eyes still holding me at uncertainty even when I wasn't with her. Camila had been a small part of my life that made a big difference. I wished I could see her again.

Maybe I would.

-

"Yeah, she's in here Camila. Thank you for coming," my mother's voice brought me out of my state of sleep in my a coma.

"No, thank you for allowing me to. With the war, I wasn't sure if I would be allowed to," Camila's familiar voice rung out and I could feel my gut twisting in pain.

"Of course honey, do you want me to help you get to her?"

"No, it's fine. I may be blind but I can still feel." I heard her beautiful laugh and flinched internally at the reminder of what Dinah had done to her.

It was silent before the bed sunk and a soft, warm hand clasped mine.

"Hey Lo, how are you?" She whispered, her other hand pushing my hair back and playing with it. "It's been a long time since I've seen you." She waited, as if she was mentally imputing a response for me before she continued talking.

"I'm sorry I didn't come to see you sooner. I had to try and get around the times Dinah was here, but I had to come see you." "Your mom says it's been a week since Dinah has came to see you." I heard her sigh deeply and I frowned in my head. "I would never stop coming to see you because you're still here. You're still breathing, your heart is still beating, you're still here Lauren. All you have to do is wake up."

I felt her lower herself onto my chest, her smaller body curling right into mine. "Oh, and by the way Lauren." She spoke. "It's not your fault," she whispered into my ear and I felt a pain in my gut as she snuggled into me and mumbled on about her day.

Sadly, I wasn't really playing attention because I was thinking of her words. I remembered us arguing about who's fault it had been. Overall, I still felt it was mine. She was blind because of Dinah because of me.

I couldn't believe this sweet innocent girl had came to see me. Barely anyone did. Dinah had stopped last week, but it only felt like a day ago.

I wondered what she was doing with this new lover. Had she already fallen in love with her? Had she already told her she loved her? Was the girl nice? Could she take care of my child?

All these questions went through my mind as Camila spoke quietly still. "And I went to the market and you wouldn't believe what one of the vendors had. He was selling antique items and in his case was some music. I just couldn't resist, so I bought it. It's by S-Sch-Schubert?" I wanted to laugh as she tried to say his name, my heart fluttering at what she had done. "Anyways, it'll be here when you wake up. And you can play it for me, and for baby Dinah, hopefully. If you forget to play piano then that would be a problem..." she continued talking but I had stopped listening.

I needed to get back. I needed to wake up because it was her voice calling for me. My baby needed me, Camila needed me.

I had to. I had to get back to them.