Strawberries & Cigarettes. Camila/You

Chapter 23

Your Pov

"I still hate that son of a bitch.." I said brazenly yet only loud enough for our whole bedroom to cause an echo from the inside as she looked at me with worried and tired eyes.

"Y/n I know that night of the party I did something purely out of spite, But I only did it because I wanted to spite you after the fight we had.." She said being completely open and honest with me after all this time.

"I probably shouldn't have assumed that you liked him anyway you always looked scared to death whenever he was in the house" I said putting the cigarette to my lips and reaching for a lighter off of the nightstand before lighting it up.

"I honestly thought you were going to blame the alcohol again like you did the last time" I said before taking in a soft puff and blowing it into the air making Camila cough at the contact before getting off the bed with her drink in hand and opened the window slightly.

"You know how I feel about those cancer sticks Y/l/n" She said fanning the smoke away from her face as she walked back to the bed and sat across from me once again.

"You know you always found me the most attractive when I smoked" I winked at her as I took in another puff and blew it towards the window this time around.

She shook her head at me with a pretty small grin before it fell once again knowing the game and the story was going to continue.

"I have some questions for you before we continue" She says one of her hands resting on one side of her temple as all we could do was look into each others eyes with wonder and sadness occurring at the same time.

"Go right ahead" I said solemnly reaching over and pouring myself another drink.

"When I came to visit you in East Atlanta did you know I was pregnant?" She asked making me sigh and rub my head looking down at the glass.

"I didn't know, When we both started talking I didn't care about you especially about the rumors I was hearing whenever I spoke to one of our friends from Cuba  it really made me not want to see you ever again especially after what I heard." I said in pure disgust feeling a lump just form dis-comfortingly in my throat.

"W-What did you hear exactly?..." She asked nervously.

"About you and My Step-father Ru-" Before I could even finish his name she placed a hand in front of my face stopping me all together placing her hand on top of my lips after doing so with wide eyes and a completely depressing expression.

"D-Don't ever e-ever s-say his name..Not to me not ever." She said almost roaring the words out as she coughed them up her body practically shaking before me and lips all quivered while water slowly began to pour from her eyes teardrop for teardrop.

"Whatever it was you heard from our friends it wasn't what you may think I swear my life to you on that.." She said slowly removing her hand off the top of my mouth while I held the cigarette in my grasp.

"Joel told me that you two were together behind my mom's back..." I said in pure disgust after swallowing the lump in my throat.

After I had gotten finished with my job as a bartender one day after work I decided to pay my friend Joel a phone call and see how everyone was doing..Even I was wondering how my "family" at my old house was doing at the time hoping both of them were miserable together and my mom finally had the guts to drop him like a bad habit.

But unfortunately for me she was happier than ever, and Camila was seen around both my house and that asshole's liquor store a lot more than usual because she would normally not come within twenty-two feet of that man. Not to mention the last time he headed over to my house he saw something through my parents bedroom window

It was Ruiz with his shirt off holding a camera once he looked over at who was on the bed he saw that it was Karla covering her bare chest with her arms legs bare with tight boot cut shorts on..

"DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I WANTED THAT DISGUSTING WORTHLESS BASTARD!" She shouted through gritted teeth her bottom lip quivering as I see tears forming clearly within the crevice of her eyes.

I couldn't even find it in myself to yell back at the woman before me not because my son was asleep and I didn't want to wake him, but because I knew this was her time to finally breakdown so my dumb ass could listen to what she had to say for once. After all, I was never good at listening when it came to other women besides myself or even to the women I loved I didn't listen in Cuba, I didn't listen in East Atlanta, But I will now.

Not even five minutes later, I saw her tears rain beautifully Down her defined cheeks which made me reach over towards the ashtray on my nightstand and put my cigarette out. I wrapped my arms around her lovingly and just held her as she sobbed quietly her confession slowly pouring out.

"H-He f-f-found out about us long before y-you left..He threatened to out me to my parents if I didn't do these things for him..He told me I needed to get back on the right path, and that I needed to be punished for my sins beforehand..." She whispered gripping me tightly as I could feel my mind heat up and my eyes burning with rage as I held her calmly.

I finally decided to let some air out breathing heavily against her doing my very best to hide my rage and clutched her tightly letting her know that she did not have to go into detail while I rubbed up and down the small of her back looking at the full moon that shined brightly with internal anger and frustration as the light danced on

Sometimes its better for me to keep it all in before I destroy someone by letting it all out..

Anger is not always the emotion of hatred but one of love, We use it's energy to defend the things and people we love when they have been harmed or threatened...