Paper Scars || camren

Chapter Sixteen

"What's your name, baby?" Lauren had grown very accustomed to this question. She smirked when she felt hands around her waist, turning her around sensually to meet his eyes as they danced to the music. Lauren was relieved to see how she would be distracted for the night.

"It's Lauren. But you can call me whatever you want." She spoke huskily, hearing a deep chuckle emit from the man's lips.

"I'm Logan."

"Logan and Lauren. How cute is that?" She whispered into his ear.

He grinned down at her. "Who are you running away from tonight, beautiful?" Lauren looked away before he brought her chin back to his face.

Soon the pair collided into Lauren's hotel room, not worrying about how much sound they were making as he pushed her up against the wall. He smelled like liquor and sweat, nothing like the sweet vanilla scent of Camila. Lauren shook her head. This needed to move more quickly as Camila was drifting into her thoughts. She pushed the man down on her bed and quickly straddled him.

It was the same feeling for her. Calloused hands roaming her silky skin, adding new marks. He tasted of alcohol but Lauren didn't care. She was so beyond the point of that. She'd cared before and look where that got her. Look where she was now. Entangled with some man that was trying to help her forget.

-

Lauren's eyes fluttered open when she felt a shift on the bed. She watched as the man quietly put on his clothes and frowned to herself. Lauren liked the simplicity of her affairs but was a little hurt each time she woke up alone. She found herself craving the warmth of another person, but woke up everyday to nothing but ice.

Logan turned around to find Lauren awake. He gave her a smile as he put on his shirt. "I'm really glad to have met you, Lauren." He walked toward the door, but turned around to say something. "I really hope you find what you're looking for." And then he was gone.

Lauren got up, surprised to find her dress still on. They really wasted no time, she guessed, as she felt the only thing that was missing on her were her panties. She walked over to the bathroom and looked at herself again in the mirror. Her vision was blurred as she was drunk, but she managed to make out the mess she looked like. Lauren stumbled out of the bathroom quickly, grabbing for the phone. She called the front desk and waited patiently as it rang.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The cheery voice answered.

"Hi, I'm in room 304. There's a broken mirror up here, actually." She spoke calmly, no emotion in her voice whatsoever. She didn't know if the lady could tell if she was drunk, but Lauren was trying her hardest to sound sober. "In the bathroom, the mirror shattered." She listened as the lady at the front desk apologized profusely and assured her there would be someone up there in the morning. Lauren hung up without a word and walked slowly back to the bathroom. Her reflection smirked back at her, almost challenging her. "I fucking hate you." She seethed. In one quick motion, her fist collided with the mirror. She looked down at her bloody hand and all of the shattered glass around her before she sunk down to the floor. Lauren had a smile plastered on her face, as she finally felt something other than what sex left her with. Her face scrunched up when she heard a knock on the door. It felt almost impossible getting up in that tight dress, but she did it. She stumbled to the door and opened it. "Camila." She slurred.

Camila was suddenly at a loss for words. It had been weeks since she heard her name from Lauren's mouth and, although it was drunkenly spoken, it was beautiful. She noticed the blood on her arm and immediately grasped it. "Lauren, what... what did you do?"

"The mirror... s-shattered." She spoke slowly, trying to pronounce her words clearly.

"I heard." Camila replied. She walked inside, closing the door behind them. "Do you need help? I can—"