She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

Everyone Comes With Scars

⚠️ Trigger. Proceed with caution.⚠️

Camila pushed my shorts leg up and exposed my scars. Some were kinda new, a lot were old.

I hear her sigh sadly then she looks up at me, "Dinah..." she caressed my scars tenderly and I have to stop myself from crying.

"Hey, everyone comes with scars... I'm not perfect either," she then pointed at her left forearm and I closely examined it.

There were many horizontal, adjacent lines. She showed me her other arm and even more appeared.

I looked into her eyes and she returned the gaze. "Why do you do it?" She asks.

I sigh, "My life's fucked up. Dad's dead, mom and my sister are never home. Bullied all throughout elementary school and middle school. Not that pointing a teasing shit. I'm talking beating me up to a point where I can't move."

She furrows her eyebrows, listening attentively. "I'd come home and hide my bruises from my dad. Mom never gave a fuck and Normani never protected me. Plus, I'm a fucking freak."

"Shut up," she says, borderline angrily. "You are not a freak, Dinah Jane. You are the most amazing person I've ever met, despite knowing you for barely a week."

She caresses my cheek. The action alone almost made me breakdown. Almost.

"You're not a freak, okay? You're so damn beautiful in every way. Fuck those kids, fuck your mom and fuck your sister. Sorry to say that, but dammit, they're apart of this."

Her voice starts to crack a little at the end, but she swallows it back. She blinks a tear away, and I look down. I don't wanna see her cry, vice versa.

"They didn't pay attention to you. Wish mine cared enough, too," I look up at that statement, knitting my brows together.

"Huh?" She shakes her head dismissively. "A story for a different time. I'm not one to really voice my emotions. I'd only cry, since I never had friends or anyone to talk to," she shrugs.

"Well, you have me. I'll be your friend," I smile, reaching up and taking her hand off my face only to hold it in mine.

"I like you. You're fun to be around. Not to mention funny as hell, even though you're corny as fuck," I chuckle.

She smiles beautifully. How can a human be so damn mesmerizing? "I'm always here, okay?" She nods, "Ditto." I roll my eyes playfully.

We sit and talk about random things, only to associate them with another subject, then another. Those be the best conversations. She never brought up the kiss, and neither do I.

After an hour of talking, we get from my treehouse and stretch. Damn, I keep forgetting I ain't five feet anymore.

I took her hand and we headed to our bikes then onto the pathway.

We decided to play on the swings and monkey bars for a while before the street lights came on.

I push her a few times before she was high enough to do it on her own. I join her, laughing in pure delight.

I did a flip off of the swing and landed on my feet. I did a playful bow as Camila clapped.

I chuckle, and as I was about to get back on the swing, I saw a familiar face approaching us. "Dinah? Is that you?" The female voice said.

I got closer and saw it was my ex, Kylie. The brunette gives me a tight hug and squeals in excitement.

"I haven't seen you in like, what? Two years?" She lets go and examines me with a slight grimace. "Wait... are you wearing a flannel? The fuck?" She finished with a laugh.

I look over at Camila and she was still on the swing set, looking sad and lonely. Kylie caught my gaze and laughed again, "Cabello talked you into this?"

She gave a mocking wave to Camila and snickered. Camila didn't move a muscle, but she looks almost...scared?

"How do you know her?" She shrugs, "Oh, we're old friends. But anyway, I really miss you," she says the last part seductively.

I soon feel Camila beside me, clutching to my arm. I look down at the shorter girl and notice her eyebrows are knitted into a scowl.

"DJ, it's getting late. Let's go home. Now," She demands. Kylie stops her from trying to make me move and holds onto me, "But her and I were still talking. Didn't your parents teach you to not interrupt conversations, Cabello?"

She says in an innocent tone. The look on Mila's face read anger, but she didn't say or do anything.

Kylie flips her long hair and looks at me, "We should hang out sometime? Maybe catch up?" She flashes a white, straight smile and I nod, "Yeah, sure. I could arrange something."

Kylie nods and kisses my cheek, leaving a red print then she turns and leaves.

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Camila didn't talk to me the whole way home, instead, she kept that angry expression on her face.

Once we were inside, she wipes my cheek roughly. I grab her wrists and look down at her, "What's with you?" She went on a rant about how "that basic bitch" was touching me and flipping her horse hair.

"I just wanted to punch her! God, she gets on my nerves!" She says, pacing back and forth in the living room. I run my hand through my hair and sigh.

"Mila, it's just that-," I didn't finish because of her steady ranting. "And then she asks you out and you said yes! Like was I not standing there?!"

Oh, god. I stood in her line of pace and grab her by her shoulders. She gives me the most adorable pout and I almost melt.

I plant a slow kiss on her lips and I feel her succumb to me. I wrap my arms around her waist and she places her hands on the back of my neck.

She parts her lips slightly and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue in. Bad move.

She breaks away and backs up against a nearby wall hard. She has a look of utter fear in her eyes and she starts to shake. She slides down the wall, saying, "No, no, no, you're not him," quietly to herself as tears wells up in her eyes.

I stood in my same spot and crouch down to her level, "I'm so sorry, Chanch. I-I shouldn't have done it. I should've asked you if it was okay. I-," she wraps her arms around me and starts to sob.

"You're n-not h-him! You're n-nothing l-l-like him! You w-wouldn't h-h-hurt-t me!" I rub her back and let her get it all out. Who is this guy she's talking about? What did he do to her?

My blood starts to boil and I kiss her forehead. She looks up at me with wet cheeks. I wipe them with the pad of my thumb and hold her face in my hands.

"Who is he?" I ask, sternly. She looks away from me and plays with the dark blue ribbon on her dress. I turn her face and get closer to her, "Camila...who did this to you?" She lets out a broken breath and a hiccup.

"He told me not to tell or....he'll get me."