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

Her Pain

(Trigger warning... Sexual abuse)

Mila stayed with me that night, and I refuse for her to be out of my line of sight. After she told me that, I made it my job to protect her at all costs.

I had gotten her cleaned up and ran her a nice bubble bath with some music playing softly in the background. I washed her hair for her and let her just relax.

She fell asleep soon after the bath, still in her towel and I slept on the floor. I respect her too much to sleep with her while she's undressed.

I'd never take advantage of her vulnerability. The next morning, I told her to stay home while I went to school. There's somebody I need to see.

I storm through the school doors on a mission. My eyes scan over the many faces before they landed on a familiar head. I go over in a rushed walk and forcibly turn the girl around.

At first she was surprised, but then she smiles, "DJ! I'm so happy to see-,"

"Stop it, just stop it. So you like picking on small defenseless girls now?" She gives me a confused look and chuckles, "What are you talking about?" My face heats up in anger and a shove her.

"Don't play dumb, bitch! You and some other girls beat up Camila yesterday, and for what? 'Cause she said that you're plastic as fuck and you got butthurt?" I squint angrily.

"Hurt her again, even talk to her again, and you'll answer to me," I finish with a death glare.

She rolls her eyes and chuckles, "What are you gonna do? Hit me? You're too much of a pussy-," my fist connected with her nose and blood poured out a few seconds afterwards.

She clutches her nose with a yelp and looks at me with fear in her eyes. "I'm not fucking around, Jenner. Touch her again, and it's gonna be more than a bloody nose."

I turn towards the front doors and start to head out. Just as I'm about to push the doors open, a kid, maybe a freshman, taps me timidly. He was very skinny and a lot shorter than me.

His blue eyes were shining behind oversized square frame glasses. His brown hair was swooped in the front and the rest was combed back. I raise an eyebrow and calm my rage.

"Yes?" He fix his glasses on his small button nose and stuffs his hands in his pockets. "I, uh, just want to say, that was good. What you did. She deserve it," he spoke barely above a whisper. His voice was laced with a French accent.

"Thanks," I smile at the boy. "What's your name?" He looks down at his old-fashioned loafers and sniffs. "Goron, Goron Pierre," he extends his hand to me and I gladly shake it.

"Dinah, Dinah Hansen, but you can call me DJ." He gives me a shy, crooked-toothed smile.

The bell rings and he panics slightly, "Oh no, I am going to be late! We will talk later, yes?" I chuckle and nod, "Oui oui."

He smiles again and dashes down the hallway, backpack straps clutched tightly in his small hands.

I leave out the doors and start to walk home. My intention wasn't to stay. I wanted to get my point across without hesitation, and that's what happened.

I walk up to my front door and unlock it. I quietly made my way upstairs, just in case Mila is still asleep.

When I reached my room, I prove my guess true. She's curled up in my blankets, holding onto a worn teddy bear.

Her hair was a bit messy and her beaten face was scabbing up. Her black eye was more noticeable and was puffy, but somehow, she still looks so beautiful.

I go over to her and plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. She mumbles something in her sleep, along the lines of, "No, don't do it. Please," she whimpers a few times then relaxes.

I strip down to my underwear and got in beside her. She immediately cuddles up to me and sighs contently. I notice she got dressed in my class T-shirt and some underwear. I don't think she's wearing a bra though.

I took the time to play with the brunette strands. She stirs a little and moves her head to face me; her slightly bruised cheek now on my shoulder.

I quietly start the song I sung to her that night at her house. I swear, I heard her humming along quietly with me and her eyes flutter open.

I smile as I'm met with her doe-like brown eyes. "Hey," she says cheerfully. I chuckle at her cuteness, "Hey, baby girl. How you feeling?"

She reaches up and touches her eye, then her cheek. She winces slightly and looks at me with a sad look.

I peck her lips and continue to play in her hair. She closes her eyes and lets out a small noise, "Keep doin' that and I'll be drooling on your shoulder."

She lets out her cute laugh and I playfully roll my eyes. I stop playing in her hair and she pouts.

I kiss her lips, causing her to blush. "So, uh, w-what did you do today? I thought you were going to school?"

I place a hand behind my head and sigh, "I taught that hoe a lesson or two." She looks at me with wide eyes. "Why the hell would you do that?"

She goes to sit up, but I made her lie back down, "Princess, don't worry. She won't be messing with you anytime soon," I peck her lips again and she relaxes a little. "Did you do something crazy?" I chuckle, "Maaayyybe?"

She sits up and smacks my exposed stomach, "Dinah Jane Hansen!! What the fuck?" I laugh, "Baby, she won't hurt you anymore. And if she does, I'll make it my job to end her," I promise. She nods and lays on my chest. It was a few moments of silence before Camila starts to cry.

I sit up slightly and hold onto her. "What's wrong?" She shakes her head, "Please, please," she says through tears. "Baby, what's the matter?"

I try to comfort her, but she moves away and gets off of the bed. "Don't call me baby. Please, stop being so sweet to me, I just can't," She whispers the last part.

What the hell is she talking about? "Camila, I don't understand. Wha-," she throws her hands up in frustration, "I'm not use to this love, Dinah I need you to play games with me until my heart bleeds. I don't want you to need or want me. Just please," she's sobbing now.

I get up and walk over to her. I grab her shoulders and make her look me in the eye, "Baby, listen to me. I am not going to use you. You shouldn't be asking this of me, and fuck whoever made you this way. Like, it really bothers me that you want me to use you and how we can't have a normal relationship without your thoughts controlling you. I fucking love you, Karla Camila and dammit, I want and need you."

Tears were streaming down her bruised face and I couldn't help but tear up myself. "Who did this to you?" I ask in a teary whisper.

She looks into my eyes and wipes my cheek. She stands up and leads me to the bed. We sit down and she takes a shaky breath. "My brother," she says.

"He... started touching me when I was 9. He would wait until our parents leave out and he'll come to my room and... start doing things to me. I'd cry and scream, but... no one would hear me... he took away my innocence and... there was nothing I could do to stop him... he'd call me his 'beautiful little crybaby' when he'd... abuse me. He's bigger and stronger and he said if I tell, he'll hurt our parents..... I'm scared, Cheenah. I'm so... fucking scared," she finishes with a hard sob.

I hold her in my arms, and rub her back. My eyes were wet with tears as I heard her story.

"I swear, I'll kill him if he touches you again. I swear on my father I will, Mila," I say with sad anger. She cries into my neck and I just think of all of the things he did or could've done to her.

I knew something was off from the moment she was actually excited her brother wasn't home and how she refused to go home if her parents aren't there.

"I love you so much, baby girl. And you are my priority now."