The Hard Truth (Camila/You)

C.12

Several months later

Mila and I had sat on the beach, breathing in the fresh air for once. We had a busy couple of months as we decided I should just stay in Mila's room since I would probably be there anyways.

[Irrelevant father: 2:04am]
Your mother never loved you

[Irrelevant father: 2:05am]
I never did either you were a tragic mistake

"Stop reading his texts Y/N." She put her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my arm.

"Sorry." I locked my phone and sighed.

"Can you look at me?" She asked and I obliged, "There's been something on my chest for the past few months I've known you and I haven't been able to explain it."

"Uh, okay?" I said slightly scared, slightly confused.

"How do I put this? I want to be truthful with you." She quietly said,"well, I know your mom."

"You what?" I asked as if I didn't hear it correctly.

"I aided your mom in getting away from your dad. She was a close friend of mine. When she had you at 15, I was her neighbor. I was 6 when I first knew of her presence. After a few years I had heard what was happening to her and I knew your dad was abusive, but I didn't know he was abusive to you. She had left with your brother but left you because you were older."

"Y-you knew about this the whole fucking time and you didn't tell me?" I got up, snatching my arm from her embrace.

"Y/N plea-" I cut her off.

"You're sick for that Camila. I really can't believe you." I grabbed my bag and started walking away.

I heard Camila get up from the sand and run after me.

"I'm sorry! I should've told you sooner."

"Yeah, you should've." I shot back and walked away from her.

-

I had walked all over town, the thoughts clouding my head. I had made my way back home but I didn't want to go in as I knew Camila would probably want to talk.

I knew I had to go in sometime so I opened the door and of course my eyes immediately met Mila's. She was sitting on the couch under a blanket. Her face showed that she had been crying.

I was too angry to even act out. I walked up to Dinah's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in." She said and I walked in.

"Oh, hey." She patted the side of her bed.

I sat down and she pulled me into her embrace.

"I know you're mad at Camila but think of it from her point of view. At least she told you." Dinah said.

"I don't know. I guess that was the hard truth all along." I sighed, trying not to cry.

"It'll be okay." She played with my hair.

A/N

Im sorry if this is jumbled. I wanted to give some content since I haven't in awhile. I wrote this while I was walking in walmart so at least take that into consideration lmao