S.O.S

Chapter 17

"Lauren, Camila." Cece addressed them, finding the two in the hallway. She could already hear the laughter filling her ears even before they had gotten inside. For some reason it died down the second she came in view, while hers was very hard to contain.

They both looked like a mess, their mascara running over their faces, hair sticking on the sides of their heads and their clothes completely soaked.

"How do you know my name?" Camila was the first one to speak up, breaking the uncomfortable silence. She gazed over at Lauren, wondering if she had spilled her name. It was that Lauren's face was in genuine surprise that she knew Lauren hadn't said a thing. Making her suspicion grow even more.

"Camila Cabello. You might want to put on some dry clothes, it's going to be a long night. You too Lauren." It came out uncaring, completely ignoring her question.

She watched Lauren, not knowing if she had to listen. She saw her hardening her jaw and her hands curling up in fists, she had learnt that would only happen when she was mad.

She decided to let Lauren in control, not moving unless told otherwise. She was wondering what was going on in that head of hers, she wasn't showing any sign of confusing anymore. Also her orders where pretty clear.

"Change," Lauren whispered in her ear after bringing her in closer by her upper arm, "stay in my room until I'm coming to get you." Afterwards she squeezed her arm, hoping not to set off too many alarm bells inside the brunette's head.

"Who told you that name?" Lauren questioned when Camila was out of sight, crossing her arms in the progress.

"What matters is why you didn't tell me when you knew it." Of course she wouldn't tell her the name. Both of them knew what was going to happen, and that when it happened Lauren needed someone to blame. There was nothing that she could do to stop it, she could only try to postpone it as much as possible and try to talk Cece out of it.

"Actually she told me everything, probably because she feels safe now. I feel like we're really making progress. It would be a shame if w-"

"Stop it." Cece cut her off, "I keno what you're doing. But think about it Lauren. We can't give her what she needs. She needs her family, friends, home and professionals. Not some problematic teenager that can't even handle herself."

She tried to speak up but Cece was quick to continue. "If you're not down in five minutes I'm coming to get you."

Camila was obvious to what was going on. All she knew that it was bad. Lauren, who barely spared her a look when she got in the bedroom, only made her think worse.

"Camila." A deeps sigh left Lauren's mouth before she continued. "I'm sorry, we have to listen to her. I hope one day you'll understand why I did this."

Her thoughts had taken over her mind. She didn't even realize she took a seat at the diner table,  joined in front of her by Cece and Rose. It didn't take long for Lauren to sit beside her, bringing along two glasses of milk to share with her.

She didn't have the time to thank her as Cece immediately addressed the topic. "We all know why we're here." Oh great, she was the only one who didn't know what was going on. "We just have to try and do this as clean and quick as possible."

"We can't rush this, if you're keeping her state of being in mind." Lauren argued back, worrying about how the girl is going to get out of this.

"But we need her in her previous state with the plan we came with."

"I won't let you put her trough that state again."