The Werewolf Girl (Camren)

Chapter 21: Enough

A/N: BIG ASS TRIGGER WARNING: Mentioned rape, suicide. 

Camila's POV:

June 20, 2015

Numb, that's all I've been feeling lately. Since he took her away from me there was nothing left, no motivation, nothing, not even a tiny reason. To put it simply, I want to die. Never before in my entire life did I wish for my heart to stop beating, not even when my sister died. Not when my father disowned me for being in love with a woman. Never before but the second he stabbed her heart it felt like it was mine, as if the dagger's sharp blade went to my own chest and killed everything that made me be me. I tried to kill myself the night he took her life. The night he took my life. I tried to strangle myself with the ropes he used to tie me to his bed.

After he forced himself onto me he left the filthy room. I didn't waste any time, the second I was alone I tried to follow Lauren. I've never really been much into religion, No one knows exactly where we end up after we die. We might be reincarnated, go to heaven, simply stop existing or just go straight to hell, well wherever we end up, it doesn't make any difference, I know exactly she will be waiting for me. I will follow this woman anywhere even is it has to be through suicide. I was so close to losing my consciousness but he even took me this, my only chance to get her back.

After my attempted suicide he decided to punish me. Again. Taking something from me that was only supposed to be for Lauren, no one else. As he slid his filthy claws up the inside of my blood covered thighs, it was really hard not to follow the urge to fight him off but I learned it the hard way that I'll suffer more in the end if I fight back.

I forcefully shut my eyes, forcing myself to think of Lauren, trying to picture her, how she would burst through the door and kill him. How she would let him pay for everything he did to me, to us. How she'd save me and rip him to shreds. When I feel his cold breath on my neck as he hovers over my tied down body, I can't help wishing for something that's never going to happen.

'Just get me out of here'

I was jolted awake by a warm hand on my shoulder. I could feel the cold metal of her wedding ring against my heated skin. "Shush everything is ok. He can't hurt you anymore." She pressed a kiss to my shoulder before she slid her hand down my side, wrapping her strong arm around my torso to pulling me deeper into her front.

"Remember that I killed him. I let him pay for what he planned on putting you through. What he did to my biological mother. To my parents. To everyone he ever crossed paths with. You're safe with me Camila. I killed him."

It was her mantra. The same words she kept on repeating, not just to calm me, but also herself down. To remind both of us that we got the justice we deserved after everything we had to go through. I turn around in her arms. The arms that would always hold and protect me. She reaches up, caressing my cheek gently with her thumb, wiping the fresh tears off my heated cheeks. Burying my face in the crook of her neck I mumble against her soft skin.

"Thank you for saving me. My personal knight in shining armor."

I snuggle closer to her and press a soft kiss to the skin of her neck. Despite Markus being dead he still had his way in hunting me in my dreams. I had them ever since we came back home. The same scenario keeps on hunting me. Right after he stabbed Lauren he just let her drop to the floor, the dagger still buried deep in her chest. Despite her wearing a black shirt, the way the dark fabric was soaked in her warm blood was still very noticeable. It was horrifying how her green eyes stared right back at me. Motionless, lifeless. At least death was being generous to her, giving her back her beautiful eye color.

This sick bastard could do whatever he wanted but he never got my attention off Lauren, I kept on staring at my wife's dead body until he took me to another room, his bedroom to be specific. He was in such a rush to force himself onto me that he fortunately made one mistake.