Camila's POV
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Every single part of my body except my face was bruised. A voice called out inside of me.
This is your fault. Why did you trust someone again when you know you will always end up getting used? Because it's Lauren? Don't be stupid.
I don't even know how long I've been stuck in here. It's so dark. The door creaked open and a silhouette of a woman showed itself on the old wooden floor. My body is becoming numb from all the hits it took a few minutes ago so I doubt she could make it worse.
The silhouette quickly made its way down with something shiny in their hand. It's probably another one of the torture tools.
She moved closer so I could see her green eyes clearer. Why her? I stared blankly at her. Her left hand reached for the handcuffs around my wrist and using her right hand she unlocked it. What?
"Run. Don't say anything, just run," her emerald eyes bored straight into my brown ones. Her eyes were puffy which indicates that she might have been crying. I am confused but I took her by surprise when I grabbed her hands and ran. I just feel like I can't leave her here.
Lauren looked shocked by what was happening but she still followed me. We were almost near the door to the living room of the old house until Lauren pulled me back.
"No. Not the front door. Luis will be there. Let's go this way."
She grabbed me and now she was the one leading us. We got out through the back door. I don't know how my legs can still take all this running after Brad hit me with the baseball bat but here I am. Running away with Lauren. Again.
I just hope this isn't another trick.
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Novela JuvenilAfter being bullied for years at home and at school, Camila Cabello was immune to all kinds of emotions. She doesn't feel anything anymore. And then there is Lauren, a school bully, who was also struggling inside. [Highest rank ~ #11 in camilacabell...
