Imagines of Shawmila [COMPLETED, REEDITING]

18| It All Started On An Accicent (part 2)

Camila finally got in office of the police officer with Dinah, in case if she really need a Poly beat down from her best friend.

"Officer, where is he?" Asked Camila, who sat down on the chair beside the desk.

"I'll call the driver, give me a moment," the officer said before going out of the room, leaving the two girls inside.

Dinah bursted out without thinking, "Damn, that hot looking officer looks like Tom Holland. Honestly, I want him to fuck me up."

"Dinah," warned Camila. "This is serious, girl."

As Dinah was about to protest, Officer Kent went back in with a tall, bulky man, who was hiding his identity in a cap.

"Okay boy, you have a visitor. Take off your cap." The officer ordered as the man obeyed, unmasking his identity that made the two girls shocked.

"Matthew?!?" Camila shouted, her blood boiling in the second she knew her ex made her boyfriend in a bad state. "You fucking monster!"

"Let me handle this Cami." Dinah reassured to the Latina and before she can talk, the Latina's best friend made her way to the old man.

"Bitch, who got the nerve to tell you to ruin her once more? You cheated on her with some redhead I know twice each week, you abused her and act like you're her boss, you treated her like shit, you even tried to break a friendship, and then this." Dinah yelled at him, resisting the urge to punch him there and knock him out cold.

"Cheechee, stop." Camila told her, trying to hold her back. "I can handle this, okay?"

Dinah decided to calm down and warned Matthew, "You haven't seen the last of me, pussy."

And she walked out, fuming at the sight of him, again.

"Fuck off of my sight, Matthew. I had enough of your bullshit." Camila shouted, breathing heavily. "You made Shawn bring to amnesia of the fucking crash."

"Cami—"

"Don't ever call my name. Just piss off." She spatted at his face and let him receive a huge bitch slap before going out of the room.

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Camila entered the room Shawn was in. She saw the Canadian sleeping on a bed with his mom. She bit her cheeks and went to sit beside him.

"Hey Shawn, I just wanted you to heal up slowly for us. For your family... Aaliyah, she misses her brother so much and wanted to meet you once again," she said, squeezing his hand. "I want you to be better for your fans out there, I know they are worried about you and are constantly praying for you. They d-deserve at least a selfie from you. They love you so much, Shawn."

She felt a tear stinging in her eyes. "Shawn, be better also for your friends and... I." Camila stroked her thumb on his hand. "I don't k-know if I can see the S-Shawn I know. Your friends are a-afraid they might lose you."

Camila leaned her face on his hand, clenching his hand as she wept. This isn't easy for her at all.

Then, the machines went crazy. She can't remember besides calling help and was kicked out of the room, devastated.