One Shots

I Don't Wanna Know

Sometimes changing the locks to all the doors in the house would sound as if Lauren was barely moving in. In honesty she had been living in this hell hole for five years now. Should she even call it a hell hole if she's living in it? Whatever this place was, it's home. It always will be home to her.

It also sounds as if someone had broken into her house and that is why her changing the locks at such a weird time of her life seemed reasonable. In honesty she was changing them so the person who she loves, well loved, can stop trying to make things okay again.

They will never be okay, finding out the person you love is abusing and the day they rose their hand to leave a mark that will always stay on them. That was the day things were never going to be okay. Lauren touched her cheek as she flinched as if it was still their. It had been a year, why couldn't they leave her alone? Why couldn't this pain leave just as much as she wanted them gone?

Lauren heard it, the key hitting the ground with a small 'shit'. She smiled as she walked towards the door and as she felt the burn hit her hand when touching the door knob she jumped back. She put her hands in her hair as she heard the pounding on the door when the key obviously didn't work. 

"Lauren, come on open the door," Lauren heard and she just shook her head as if they could hear what she was doing. "Baby," she heard them coo and she just wished she was born deaf to never hear that voice again. That voice just haunted her, she heard it everywhere. She heard it when she was sleeping. Lauren just wanted to never hear it again.

"Go away, Camila," Lauren said quietly walking to the door, wanting her to hear that she wasn't scared of her but was it really true if there was a door in between the both of them? "Please, go away," and there was the weakness that she felt when she heard Camila's hand slam on her door as if that was going to somehow open the door.

"I know you miss me, Lolo," there it was the same nickname that had gotten her in such a dark place. She hated it. She hated her. But she would never tell her that because at the end of the day she still loved her. She did miss her. A lot if she may add but hearing her voice right now, Lauren just didn't want to know what she truly wanted. "Are you okay, Lauren?"

And the tears started to fall once again. That was who Lauren missed, the woman who cared, the woman who had wanted to know if she was okay, the woman she had fallen so deeply in love with. Now she didn't even know who she was. She didn't even want to know who Camila had became. For all she cared Camila was a monster, she always had been a monster.

Everything flashed red as Lauren turned the lock as quiet as she could because she let her guard down for just a second when she heard that question. Lauren let her words get to her. But she quickly turned it again as she took a deep breath in, walking away from the door, "I'm okay."

It was lie. Camila knew it was a lie and she knew she heard the lock turn because Lauren heard the small turning as if it was actually going to open. Lauren heard the yelling again and the pounding on the door but instead of an hour or two like usual. It only lasted for ten minutes. Lauren frowned as she heard soft knocking on the door. Knocking that she knew was not Camila.

Lauren looked through the peephole and let out a breathe of relief because it wasn't Camila playing with her. It was a man and she knew him as the boy next door, not ever caring for his name. She quickly unlocked the door and opened it and finally took in the neighbors face. He looked nice and he smiled at her as she looked down a red tint on her cheeks. She looked down the hall rather quickly almost scared that Camila was going to pop up again.

"Hi, Lauren right?" He said and Lauren nodded at him, looking down at her feet once again. "I'm Shawn, I just wanted to make sure you're okay, I heard, and, yeah" he said a hand coming up to scratch the back of his head not wanting to intrude on what exactly happened. And when she looked at him he had the same eyes Camila pulled on her when she wanted something. But his eyes seemed brighter, they weren't dark like hers. They were truly beautiful.