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

Beating Her Bully

I'm on a mission. I'm making it my job to wreak havoc on those fucking assholes that hurt my Camila. This shit ain't goin' pass me.

After her little crying episode, she fell asleep in my arms. I placed her in my bed and kissed her forehead. I took the time to actually study her features.

Her wounds were healing up and the swelling under her eye went down. There was a small scar on her cheek from the scratch.

Though, somehow, she still looks so irresistible. I pulled the blanket over her sleeping form and I slipped in the shower, a million thoughts swimming in my head.

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"Please!! Stop!!! I do not want troub- let go of me!!!" I was walking with Camila to lunch when I hear a familiar accented boy's voice cry out in distress.

I race down through the plethora of teens trying to get to the crowded lunch area. I stop when I see an older boy towering over Goron, the freshie I met a while back.

"Aww, is little Moron scared?" The boy mocks. I go over and shove the boy, "Hey, jackass!" Mila grabs my arm and tries to pull me away, "No, DJ, please," I ignore her pleas and shove the guy again.

"What's your problem, dude?" He shoves me, making me stumble into Mila a little. I charge him and push him on the ground, "You are! Quit picking on small, defenseless kids! The fuck he did to you?!"

He gets up and tackles me to the ground. "Austin, get off of her!" Camila's voice pleads. So this is Austin? The guy that beat her up on her fucking birthday?

He's here, in my school. Time to get fucked up. With all my might, I push him off and straddle him, raining punches on his pretty, little, pale face.

"Dinah, STOP IT!!" Camila grabs my arm and successfully pulls me off of the bleeding bully. I spit next to him and wipe my bloody nose, "Pick on someone else and it'll be more than a few punches, bitch," I huff out and take Camila's hand.

Without any words, we walk home, cutting our last class. In my peripheral, she looks pretty scared. Is it because of me? I turn my head towards her, "Mila?"

My voice was hoarse as hell. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. "What is it, princess?" I try to comfort her, but she pushes me and runs the rest of the way home.

Okay, what the fuck? I finally beat the guy's ass and she's upset? I chase after her and she bursts through my front door.

I hurry and catch the door before it swings close. She runs upstairs, sobbing. I make it to the top of the stairs and see that she's in her room.

She's sitting on her bed, knees brought up to her chest. Her face buried in her bare knees, soft sniffles escaping her.

She looks up at me with the saddest expression I've ever seen and it almost made me cry. "I'm thankful for you, Dinah, but seeing that fight brought back the worst memories from my past."

I go over and sit on her perfectly made bed. "What do you mean, princess?" She throws herself on me and kisses my lips.

I can taste the saltiness of her tears and the chemical mixture her running mascara produced. I wrap my arms around her waist, deepening the kiss just a little.

I finally understand what she was saying; I can feel the sadness, anger, hate, among other emotions in this kiss. She's been through so much and I hate that she cries every day because of it.

She's too vulnerable at the moment. She lets out a small sob on my lips before I lean my head on hers. "Listen to me, Austin or that bitch of a brother won't lay a hand on you, you hear me?"

She nods and I peck her lips. "Like I said, you're my priority." She backs away and looks at me with those light brown, childish eyes.

"I-I'm s-sorry I'm l-like this," I shush her by putting my finger on my lips, "No need to apologize. Those bastards hurt you, broke you... I can fix you."