faking it ; shawmila ✅

chapter 10

Shawn's POV

{present day}

"Mila! Talk to me please. Where is Anthony?" I spoke through the phone, while running a hand through my hair, that was wet from the shower I  just took.
"I-I don't know Shawn. I don't know what to do. I did this. This is all my fault." She cried.

This can't be her fault. She didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who punched him and she only did what was right. She was the one who was black and blue after what Anthony did to her.

"No Camila it isn't. This isn't your fault, okay? Send me Anthony's number and address, let me talk to him and if he comes over to yours, just text me and I'll be over."

"Shawn what if he-"
"Mila no, stop it. He'll be fine. I'll be on my way to his apartment right now, okay? You have to stay calm. Do this for me please." I told her.

I've never been in a situation like this and neither has Camila, and none of us know what is the right thing to do.

She agreed and disconnected the call. I walked over to my walk-in wardrobe and started picking out some clothes to put on. I grabbed whatever clothes my eyes landed on, quickly slid into them and left my hair damp, with having no time to spare. I grabbed the keys to my car and apartment, locked the door behind me and fished out the phone from my pocket.

Camila had sent me Anthony's number and address so I quickly got myself in the car, slammed in his address in the in-built GPS and started driving towards the direction of his apartment.

I hope I'm not too late and I hope Camila doesn't continue blaming herself for all of this. If something happens to Anthony, Camila will never be able to live it down.

I tried calling Anthony a few times but he never picked up. A few minutes into driving I received a call from Andrew, asking me where I was. I had a meeting but I was really late, so I told him it was an emergency and didn't bother explaining the rest to him.

I continued driving when I received a text from Camila.
C : shawn he's here

Shit. Although I am supposed to worry about Anthony and his safety, I can't take my mind off the fact that he is all alone with Camila, and after the condition I found Mila in this morning, nothing seems like an impossibility. I'm scared for Camila. She'll be okay right? Anthony wouldn't do anything bad to her, will he? Both of them are so vulnerable right now, I hope I make it back in time.

As the day started going on, the traffic got worse and worse. As it was high time for office-goers, the roads were all filled with cars, and I was getting more worried.

S : are you guys okay?

I sent out a very panicked text before the roads started clearing up and I drove over the speed limit, not really caring about the law, and made it to Camila's by the next fifteen minutes.

I ran up the stairs as fast as my legs could take me, praying and hoping that everything was okay.

When the door to her room came into sight, every bad thought resurfaced.

I hope Anthony didn't do what he said he would. I hope Camila didn't have to witness something like that. I hope Anthony didn't just come here to take revenge for earlier on. I hope Anthony didn't hurt her or himself.