Open the door. {Camren} ✔️

Six.

It's been two weeks since the last emergency meeting between the girls, and some people were beginning to lose hope.

Lauren's mother Clara spoke out in an interview saying that she too was starting to go insane over her missing daughter.

Camila watched it with great weariness. She'd expected Clara to be more hopeful, but she figured that maybe Lauren's disappearance was starting to take its toll on everyone.

After all, another few days would mark a whole month since she had gone missing.

During the previous week, the police started to search the Lost Boy bar for any traces of evidence that could've been left behind, which in a way angered Camila because she wondered why they hadn't closed the place earlier to start looking.

They also questioned the bartender who saw Lauren the night of the incident, and asked for a full description of the mystery person that was with her.

And that was what worried Camila the most.

Apparently it had been a girl with dark brown eyes, dark brown hair, tan skin, and was also relatively short in height.

The police, knowing about Camila's visit to the bar and her past relations with Lauren, took her in for questioning as a suspect.

"Do you know anything about the disappearance of Ms. Lauren Jauregui? Like where she might be, or how she went missing?" she was asked.

Camila silently shook her head no.

"Do you have any involvement in this whatsoever?"

Again, she shook her head.

"When was the last time you saw Ms. Jauregui before the incident?"

"I don't know." Camila replied. "It's been a really long time since I've talk to her, or even seen her."

"Okay. And you're sure that you are not in any way shape or form involved in this incident?"

"Look," Camila sighed, getting a bit frustrated. "I'm telling you, that can't be me in that hoodie."

The interrogator scribbled down some notes on a piece of paper, then told Camila to go follow him outside.

She was taken into a room with several other girls who had the same features as what the bartender's description of the mystery girl had.

There, she was lined up against a wall in front of a big wall of tinted glass.

Camila could tell that they were going to ask the bartender if any of the girls were in the hoodie, or something along those lines.

"Number one, please step forward." someone said over the loudspeaker.

A girl stepped forward, and then stepped back once she was told to do so.

"Number two, step forward."

"Number three, step forward."

And then came Camila's turn.

"Number four, step forward."

She did exactly that, and took a step forward so that she could clearly be seen.

"Step back please." said the person on the loudspeaker.

And so she did.

After one last girl was called to step forward, the bartender was seemingly asked if he recognized any of the women there.

However, Camila couldn't quite tell what his answer was.

She was nonetheless released from the police station shortly after, and without any explanation as to whether she was needed for any further investigation.

"Jesus, that was so nerve-racking." Camila told her Mami, who was waiting for her in her car.

Sinu sighed. "So how did it go exactly?"

Camila shrugged. "I don't know, they just let me go right away. They didn't ask me anything else, they didn't even tell me if that man recognized me or not."

"Well, of course they didn't." Sinu told her. "This is an investigation, mija."

Resting her head in her palm, Camila looked out the car window.

"Although, it might be a good thing if they let you go. That could mean that you aren't a main suspect anymore."

"That description fit me perfectly, Mami." the younger girl said. "Who else could it have been?"

Sinu laughed a bit at this. "There have to be millions of girls out there who are short and have brown eyes and brown hair. Don't stress so much over the possibilities, Karla. Live for right now, because we're gonna go order you some coffee from Starbucks. My treat."

Camila smiled. "Okay, thanks Mami."

But the interrogation still lingered in the back of her mind.

Maybe her Mami was right, maybe she was overthinking it. There are plenty of girls who have the same features of her.

If she worried over it too much, she might as well have seemed guilty in front of the police.

~

"What a discovery you made there."

It was around four in the afternoon, and the police were still hard at work searching the premise of the bar.

"What is that?" one of the officers asked. "A hair tie?"

"Yeah," said the officer who found it. "and by the looks of it, it's stained by blood." he said as he flashed his light on it.

"Although, I'm not sure. Could just be dirt. It doesn't that kind of texture to it though."

"We better call this in then and turn it in for examination." a third officer orders. "Make sure you bag it."

It was an odd find, but if it matched Lauren's DNA, they could be onto a potential fight or even murder.

A black hair tie, of all things, could give them another whole perspective on the case at hand.

~