Maneuvering Landmines (Converted Camren)

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There are descriptions of rape in this chapter.

The summer between freshman and sophomore year, there were a couple weekends when their parents went away for one reason or another. One particular weekend, their parents went on some retreat with the church and Lauren hosted a party which Camila was clearly not invited to.

By then, Camila was more or less ostracized by the other students at McKinley, but she'd made some friends at work she could spend time with. They were all older-- in their late teens or early 20's and none were students at McKinley. Camila was still only fourteen even though she carried herself as being older. But that particular weekend, Camila's friends were off to some 21 and over club and Camila slipped in after work, unseen.

Lauren knew Camila had gotten home, but was unsure of when that happened. The party was confined to the downstairs and she inspired enough fear she really didn't worry about people stealing anything or going off to the off-limits parts of the house. The only people allowed to go upstairs were Lauren, Dinah, Normani and Ashton.

The downstairs bathrooms were becoming revolting and so Lauren went upstairs to use hers. The light was on in Camila's room and the brunette was holed up in there, probably too afraid to come out. Lauren hadn't seen Normani and Dinah in a while, so when she heard voices from Camila's bedroom, she assumed it was them. But something seemed off, so she listened carefully and she heard laughter accompanied by the sound of Camila's weak pleading and crying.

She opened the door to the sight of two girls and two boys holding Camila down on her bed-- one person holding down each extremity. Camila was naked and struggling to free herself, but her movements were lethargic and her pleads were slurred. She was definitely drugged. There was another boy on top of her while another girl was filming the whole incident on a camera phone and Lauren suppressed a scream when she realized what he was doing to Camila.

"Go deeper," the girl holding the camera urged. "Maybe then you'll feel his cock."

"You'll get your turn," he grunted. "Fuck he's tight. Tyler, you must have a dick the size of a tampon if you couldn't loosen her up at all," he called out to one of the other boys in the room.

She froze for a moment in horror. She couldn't believe this was really happening. It took her a moment to process what that meant.

She just stared for a while until she found her voice.

"Get the fuck off her!" Lauren screamed.

Everyone in the room turned to her and the assailants seemed like they were going to laugh, but they saw the look on Lauren's face and they scrambled out.

Camila couldn't even seem to move anymore-- she just laid there and cried softly. Lauren glanced around Camila's bedroom to see if there was anyone else-- there wasn't, but it was more disheveled than Lauren had ever seen it. The light on Camila's nightstand had toppled and was on the ground. The picture of the family that Camila kept on the nightstand was now on the floor, facedown, glass broken. Things were just askew.

Camila's clothing was in shreds on the floor. She caught sight of Camila's torn underwear near the bed-- it was one of her days-of-the-week underwear which Taylor had bought for her as a joke birthday present a few months before. Those were signs of a definite struggle. There were little red cups half filled with beer on the floor where the assailants had clearly set them down. Camila's room smelled like beer and when Lauren looked at Camila, she could see Camila's hair was wet, that Camila smelled like beer, too.

Lauren was horrified-- God, so horrified. She was so horrified she was frozen in place and she just stared at Camila, speechless. She didn't know what to do.