Dangerous Obsession (Dua Lipa and Camila Cabello) {DuaMila}

003.

The moment Dua saw the girl falling, she held her close to her body, preventing her from hitting the ground.

She looked at the boy in the ground who was holding his face in the place where he had been beaten.

— You fucking drug her, asshole?

— I- I didn't.

She got her phone out and dialed Irwin's name. Within a minute the boy picked it up.

— Need something, Dua? — In the other side of the phone, almost covering the screams of her drunk girlfriend, Irwin talked, as calm as always.

— Come back to the party. Ya need to take care of someone.

— I'll be there right now, Lipa.

The boy, after hearing everything, tried to get up, still disorientated. The moment he stood in his feet, he almost fell again when he saw the girl holding a gun against his body.

At that moment, everyone started to leave the house. A few people screamed and others dragged their drunk friends out, completely terrified.

However, Dua kept a straight face, with one arms still firmly around Camila and the other one holding the gun.

— Fucking move and you're fucking dead.

— Hey, girl, listen, I swear-

— Tell me what you gave her.

— GHB.

— You fucking dumb bitch...

— Damn, Lipa, you can't go to a party without threatening someone's life, uh? — The boy was now next to the kitchen door, for some reason amused by the situation.

— Take him to the house. He drugged Camila to take advantage of her.

Irwin's face changed completely when he heard those words. He might be a killer and a drug dealer, but he knew how girls should be treated, and being respectful to their body and mind.

And forcing someone, boy or girl, to have sex with you wasn't cool, not at all.

— Oh, mate, if you only knew in how much trouble you're in right now you'd be wishing you'd have never tried to take advantage of a girl.

With that, Irwin hit the boy straight in the face and he again fell to the ground, but this time he passed out.

— This fucking bitch is going to die in the worst way possible — She mumble, putting her gun back in her back pocket and caring Camila bridal style.

— Don't worry, Lipa. I'm going to take him to the house and tie him up and get him ready just for you — The tall, green-eyed boy threw the body into his right shoulder and walked the door. Before he left, Dua talked.

— How did you make here so quickly?

— I was in my car making out with my girlfriend right in front of the house.

— Oh, okay. You can leave now, Irwin.

— Call me Ashton, Lipa.

With that, he left dramatically, like a complete drama queen.

Dua walked out of the house and into her car, where she rested carefully Camila's body in the backseat.

After that, she drove to her house. At first, she was planning on taking her home, but she knew her parents were there and she also knew they knew who she was.

After a quiet drive where Camila was being checked by Dua every time she could, they got home.

She again carried her bridal style into her house, up the stairs and into her huge bed.

She contemplated about changing her clothes so she could sleep more comfortable, but she well knew the girl would wake in a few hours because of the effects of the drug.

At the thought, she got angry. How could he dare to do that to her girl? How could he dare to do that to any girl, nor person? She was fucking disgusted.

She sat down on her chair and contemplated Camila's peacefully face.

Now all she had to do was wait until the girl wake up. Hopefully she wouldn't lose her mind when she knew where she was, and who she was with.