Prologue

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Camila's POV


I've always wanted to date, of course Dinah knew this. She teased me everyday about it. But i don't really mind. Sure my best friend can be annoying, that's the way i love her. Not only Dinah knew, but my parents knew. They knew since my birth that i was bi, that made coming out easier. I hated My parents and Dinah at the weekend because every Friday and Saturday, i was with someone new. None of them felt right.

That was until one day when everything changed. It was the day i moved school. To the same school as Dinah. I needed to be with my best friend more. so, my parents finally let me go to private school. Just as long as i get a job to help pay for school.

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The weekend finally came, i was excited for today because i was allowed to relax for a week and only have 1. YES 1!! Date this weekend. I like the name of this person. Lauren. That's all I'm allowed to know these days.

Ever since that guy.... Austin. I think his name was. I got told 3 facts about him, and never went on the date. I hid under my bed instead. Dinah would not stop laughing.

*flashback*

"Mila... mila, where are you?" Dinah kept repeating.

"Here... I'm under here Dinah" i said sheepishly while sticking my hand out for under the bed.

"Mila, why are you hiding? You need to get ready for your date." She stated worriedly.

My thoughts went wild. How can she not be scared for me? She set me up with an actual psychopath. He's been to jail, for murder. His dad and my dad are work colleagues. So there was no chance in convincing him that this IS a bad idea. They are supposed to take care of me. Not leave my whole innocence in the hands of a murderer.

A/N trigger warning for rape. If you do not wish to read this part skip to the end of this flashback.

About an hour later, much to my dismay, i was forced to go on the date. At first Austin seeemed like a nice guy. But that soon changed after we left the house and into the car.

"Fuck the restaurant, we are going to the beach" he stated coldly.

"It's to cold for the beach. I dont want to be cold" I murmured under my breath, but he heard.

"Don't worry. We won't be cold. If anything we will be boiling warm" he spoke calmly while smirking. Why i started worrying even more wasn't even the right question to ask. The right question to ask is what was he planning on doing to me?

We took the short way. Nope thats not right. HE took the short way to the beach. The closer we got the more nerves i had. I didn't feel to good. A dragging feeling coursing through my bones, making me shiver, sickness from the pit of my stomach, urging me to gag and throw up the contents of my stomach.

When we arrived at the beach, he went straight to the back of the car park. So once we parked. I moved so i could get out. I kept moving till i heard the click that signified that the car was locked. And next thing i knew the windows were getting darker. And so was his eyes. He pushed my seat back.

"I dont care what you think of me. I might be scary. But i dont care. Either watch or close your eyes i dont care. Your cute and pretty. So I'm going to fuck you. And i dont care what you think. So shut the hell up." He is horrible i was cursing and begging for him not to do this to me. Would he listen? Not a chance.

He pulled my panties down and soon after his own boxers. I started crying. He slapped me me to get me to stop but i started crying harder. So he let me cry but forced me to look at his dick. It was rather short. But big enough to get inside. That made it worse he straddled me and started grinding against me. With each thrust he got harder and i felt his dick go stiff. He pushed it inside and i felt my body tense but not in a good way.

After a few minutes, he had came and i felt it HARD. I knew that i was safe. Since my parents and Dinah put me not the pill as soon as they started this whole, setting me up deal. So I couldn't get pregnant. He didn't pull out but kept going hoping to bring me to a high and come for him. He started giving me wet kisses along my neck. My top had came off and i suddenly got enough will power to scream. So i did.

"Shhh. Baby girl. No one can hear you. Soundproof car." He smirked "just come for me then we can leave"

"Never" i screamed.

"Very well then, we will be here for quite some time. Im close to releasing again so i can do this forever baby." He tried to calm me but i tensed up. I got a better idea though.

"Ahh" "faster... harder" I screamed faking my high. "AUS..... AUSTIN.. IM COMING..." luckily he bought it. Stupid ass.

He again released inside of me and i cried. Harder than before. I put my clothes back on and pushed him away, told him to drive me home and not say a word.

He drove me home in scilence. When we finally got there, i ran inside as fast as i could before he could say anything. Straight to my room to cry. I sat there for the rest of the night, no one came to check on me. They knew i was unapproachable like this.

*end of flashback*

I shivered.

DJ- hurry that Cuban ass up or else

Mila- or what? You wouldn't hurt me. Before my date would you?

DJ- you bet your ass i would. Remember poly beat down?

Mila- coming down now.

DJ- thank god! Finally!!!

I walked down the steps of my house and greeted Dinah and Normani who quickly looked up from their phones. On the way to the restaurant, i was forced to listen to Beyoncé.

Normani and Dinah were talk a bit. Mainly screaming Beyoncé lyrics. If i have to listen to it any longer I'm afraid I will be deaf. Thank god we arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later.

We walked into the small restaurant named 'Vauxhall inn' i liked it. I was fancy but not too posh. I like expensive things but i love to be simple. i dont get how you live in a big mansion with big cars. And not be lonely at the same time. But little did i know that would all change.

A/n i hope you enjoyed this. I probably wont have a schedule i will just post when i feel like but most likely at least once a week. This is how I imagine Camila dressed for the date.

 This is how I imagine Camila dressed for the date

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