Eleven

Midnight

"You're everything to me." Camila said; she held Lauren close as she repeated it. Lauren's arms soon gave up on trying to force Camila away and instead then folded up against her chest. Foreheads and noses pressed together, Camila's one arm was rubbing the developing bruise on Lauren's side while her other arm was wrapped around her back holding her to her.

"I don't want you..." Lauren said, and she subsequently broke into tears. Camila's hand started to stroke the back of the broken girl's neck.

"Don't lie to me."

Lauren shook her head, fists tightening.

"I love you, Lauren."

"No you don't."

"Lauren, I love you."

Lauren gripped Camila's shirt. "Please don't lie to me. Not you."

"Lauren, look me in the eyes." Lauren's eyes slowly looked up. Then Camila kissed her, somewhat forcefully. Lauren was taken off guard at first – this girl didn't seem like this; she seemed like a nice practical girl who liked to take this slow...although she did hire a prostitute.

Camila slid her fingers into Lauren's jeans and pulled the girl against her. Lauren's hands slid up and out of between the two. They found new solace on Camila's shoulders. Lauren inhaled intensely at the pleasure of real love...at least what felt like real love.

"Let's go to my bed. I don't feel like standing." Lauren's mumbling was hardly heard by Camila, but she heard bed, and she got the hint. She grabbed the back of Lauren's thighs and hoisted her up. Lauren's eyes shot open – she never expected such a tiny person to be so strong.

Camila quickly made her way to the bedroom, Lauren wrapped around her like a baby, her head resting on the brunette's shoulder.

Camila gently laid Lauren down on the soft covers, where Lauren pushed herself backwards until she came to the pillows. Camila slowly followed her, each movement cautious, as if she were trying to hunt an ostrich.

"You weren't lying to me, right?'

Camila blinked in confusion.

"About loving me."

Camila grasped both of Lauren's feet, yanking her towards her. "How can I prove I wasn't lying?" Camila asked, kissing Lauren on the mouth again.

"Introduce me to your parents."

Camila paused. Mere centimeters were separating their faces. Then Camila laughed. "Seriously? That's how you want me to" Lauren nodded, "...fine. Does this mean you'll quit this job and move in with us?"

Lauren shook her head. "Maybe one day..." she slipped her hand under Camila's hair and cupped the side of her jaw, her thumb tenderly caressing her cheek, "...maybe one day I'll come to your house and we can live happily ever after..." Lauren's eyes had wandered down to Camila's lips. Then they quickly darted to her eyes. "How old are you?" Lauren asked. Camila didn't exactly look extremely developed, but she could pass for a twenty year old.

Camila blushed. "Seventeen..." she said. Embarrassment showed itself in the blush on her cheek and way her eyes dropped like anvils.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck!" Lauren broke away from Camila and smashed her hand against the wall. She kicked over a chair and beat the top of a desk. She buried her face in her hands as she continued to ramble off explicit words that a girl of Camila's age shouldn't be hearing.

"Lauren..." she said, inching towards her.

"Listen you leettle fuck..." Lauren turned towards the girl, with her teeth clenched and eyes burning red, "Anyone fucking finds out you came here and did anything wid me and I'm fockin' fried. It ain't no 'we didn't do anything' schtick. Your parents would have me arrested faster than you can come. You wanna have a little lesbian fun? Go fucking find some chick whose under eighteen!" Lauren grasped the sides of Camila's head angrily, Camila grasping at Lauren's wrists. "I work my ass off week in and week out to make ends meet and it only takes one little horny bitch to fuck it all up. Do you understand?"