I woke up with my chest sore and a pounding headache all the while I felt a little tingle in the back of my throat from all the alcohol. I groaned sitting up trying to ignore the pain but I felt a soft hand on my forehead. I opened my eyes slowly and took notice of brown orbs looking at me.
"What are you still doing here?" I mumbled and she ignored me as she handed me some pain killers and a glass of water.
"After you take that go take a warm shower - the water is already on." She spoke softly and walked away out the door.
I just shook my head feeling the horrible ache in my chest before taking the pills and making my way towards our bathroom. And after thirty minutes of the warm shower I got out with less than a hangover. Getting dressed in some jeans and a white tee shirt I made my way downstairs smelling the scent of eggs and bacon.
I looked at the time and it read four o'clock pm and I frowned before sitting at the table. She slid me a mug of my favorite coffee and I watched her slide some of the breakfast she made onto my plate.
"What are you doing?" I mumbled shaking my head at her and she gave me a small smile.
"I'm making you breakfast." She shrugged nonchalantly and I just stared at her in disbelief.
"I don't have an appetite at the very moment. I'm pretty disgusted right now." I spoke with a frown and she looked away before taking the plate away.
"Okay then I'll just save it for later-"
"Karla." I firmly said and she looked at me with those sad brown eyes.
"What the hell are you doing?" I mumbled again not knowing why she was acting like everything was fine.
"I'm just caring for you." She whispered putting the plate down and I scoffed to myself.
"Now you are huh? Well I don't want you to anymore." I said and she frowned at me.
"You're serious about this? I don't love him Y/N-"
"Bullshit!" I yelled at her and she went silent.
"Bull fucking shit! You've been with that bitch for almost a year! A damn year and you say you don't love him now?! Fuck you and your lies." I yelled standing back up and she let out a shaky breath.
"I want this to work out-"
"No." I huffed even if it tore my soul up saying it, "I don't need a cheater in my house! In my life. You can have him okay? You'll be happier."
"We can sort out our shit with Carlo when I move out but I can't do this with you." I shook my head and I saw her eyes well up in tears.
"Stop your crying, you weren't crying when you were fucking around so don't cry now." I frowned and turned around ready to pack up my shit.
"And I want Carlo to live with me-"
"No! What the hell you can't just do that! He's my son also-"
"I don't want him around Shawn!"
"Like you're gonna be any better." She crossed her arms and I scoffed.
"News flash I'm still fucking in love with you so I can't move on that quickly. Fuck you because you did!" I yelled and she frowned at me before shaking her head.
"I don't want you to go-"
"Well you can't have everything you want Camila and I'm the best choice for Carlo. If we stay together it's only gonna turn toxic and I'm gonna fucking resent you." I hissed and she breathed heavily as she kept herself from crying.
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FanfictionSelf explanatory, story contains fluff and smut (a lot of smut actually) •GirlxGirl •G!P •BoyxGirl Mayyy contain graphic abuse of all kinds Enjoy tho x