The First of Many Conversations.

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Camila's POV

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Her arm was full of fresh scars. No thin white lines, but red angry one and even some with droplets of blood on it. This couldn't be happening she said she stopped years ago. But then again things have changed. But was it really this bad. 

"Laur" I say looking at her and waiting for her to speak.

"I-I" she starts to stutter and takes her arm away from me then pulls her sleeve down.

"Why? Just tell me why? and please don't lie to me Lauren, this is serious" I tell her not breaking eye contact

"It is none of your business. Now I suggest you leave Karla before I kick you out" She tries to threaten but I know she wouldn't dare. If those scares had anything to say it's that she needs someone now more than ever. 

"You won't do it and you know why. Because I'm the only person you trust enough to talk about your cutting problem. So either you talk to me like the Lauren I've known since I was 5 or I have a talk with your parents about you cutting again" I warn her with no room for her to get around it

"You aren't going to leave me alone till I talk to you I assume" She asks annoyed that I was getting my way.

"So should we talk here or in your room?" I ask giving her a smile even though I know she hates that I got what I wanted.

Lauren's POV

I can't beleive I'm being blackmailed into talking to her. Seriously that is something I hadn't thought would happen, not the sweet innocent Camila I once knew. But then again it has been 11 months and she isn't the same Camila I knew from when I was younger. Worse thing is she had to bring up the time frame of our old friendship. 

I was dreeding having to talk to her because I know she was going to ask the three questions I didn't want to answer. So as we made our way up to my room I started to form ridiculous answers in my mind and hoped that she'd believe me and then leave me alone so I can go back to being in love with her in secret.

Camila's POV

We made it up to her room and after we walked in she closed the door and sat on her bed and glared at me. 

"Have a seat and lets get this over with" she says not looking pleased. 

I took a seat next to her and took a deep breath. The last time Lauren and I were in this room together was when I had told her my feelings towards Chris and that day I was nerves but those nerves don't even come close to the ones I feel now. I'm afriad of her answers and I don't think I'm prepared for them. If I'm honest Lauren makes me extremely nervous and knowing how serious this conversation can turn has me scared. 

"Ok well um I guess I'll go for an easy question" I say biting my bottom lip.

"What ever" she says like she doesn't care

"Why do you hate me so much? I know I messes up the last months of our friendship but I thought we were always girls before bros" And right after I say that I mentally face palm.

"Yeah our clits before dicks motto. Do you realize what you just said or are you so blind to not notice that you put the dick before the clit. Look I get that you two are happy and all that bullshit, but that doesn't mean I'm completely pissed for all the crap you did to me before I ended our friendship" She says looking at her hands

"Then why are you pissed at me? because I seriously want to know. If it's not just about my relationship with Chris then what is is?" I say looking at how she fiddles with her fingers as if she's nerves

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