Lauren's POV
We stayed a while longer in the club, and
Camila treated all my friends with extreme sympathy, despite the state they were in. We took a taxi to return home.
“Was it very bad?” I asked, making a small face
“I had a lot of fun” she turned away from the window “but next time we can go to the movies or something?” she teased
“Oobviously, I don't want you to get intoxicated because of the smell of the cigarettes” I said and touched her nose, squeezing the tip
“My ears are buzzing” she said
“it seems that we haven't left there yet”
“The music is very loud there” I complete what she said
“Everyone there uses..” she gestured with her hands, trying to explain
“Yes.” I answered in a sigh, without letting her finish the sentence “everyone.”
“Will I know one dau why you use those things?” she asked, taking me by surprise.
“You will know one day.” I said, giving her a small smile
We arrived home, Camila ended up sleeping in her room. I sat on my bed and I kept thinking about the night I had. In the decisions I made. It was hard not to show how much I needed drugs, the smell was strong inside. But I can control myself when I'm with Camila because she becomes my refuge.
Camila's POV
I entered the shower, feeling the hot water scaring the smell of the cigarettes that, until then, I thought had been impregnated in me.
The images of the night came back to my mind like lightning. Unhappily, not only the good ones. People falling in the corners, crying or laughing for nothing. Smelling the drugs as if they were going to die if they didn't, the picture of despair, of worthy people.
And the risky looks of some thinking how Lauren would behave if I hadn't been there. My muscles relaxed and I felt less tired when I went to bed, although my eyes still burned. I closed them feeling the dream come and in a matter of seconds I was already asleep.
The next day, I woke up listening to an argument coming from below, I put on a coat over my pajamas and went down slowly, listening to the screams.
“THEN FUCK, I'M TIRED OF BEING CONCERNED AND THAT YOU ALWAYS DENY THE HELP WE TRY TO GIVE YOU AS IF YOU ARE THE BEST” she screamed, irritated.
“I DON'T UNDERSTAND BECAUSE YOU MET BOTH OF THEM” she said, in the same tone of voice
Fuck. I came to the room and found both red.
“Stop that! Both of you” I said and got between them “what's the problem? Why can't talk like two normal sisters?.”
I looked at one and the other
“I have a friend who is almost like a sister, obviously we already had our problems, but we never got to the extreme, like you.”
I looked at them “enough is enough, you look like little girls!”
“Tell that ridiculous thing” she said and pointed to Lauren “that she doesn't know how to listen to the truth, and she doesn't want to hear that she is a drugged woman and that she needs the help for that shit.”
“Taylor!” I scolded her
“Leave me.” she said and looked at her sister “if I'm so ridiculous, let me kill myself...”
“Because of a genetic error, you're my sister” she looked at her, “and that makes me, loving you or not, worry about you.”
She shooked her head “and also, I worry about the sister that you were one day.” she said and with that she left, towards the garden
“Why are you treating her like that?” I sat next to her, putting my hand on hers
“I don't know” she sighed, raising her head
“She just wants to help you...” I carried her hand “believe it, your sister doesn't do it for your bad.”
“I don't want to get more people into this” she said and putted her hand over mine
“If I give Taylor the right, she's just going to hurt herself... like you.”
“Talk with her tell her that you love her..” I said
Lauren looked at me, confused. Her green eyes made my heart beat faster.
“Taylor knows that” she answered finally
“But she would like to hear it ” I said and placed my other hand on her face, caressing it
“In spite of everything, my sister is very important to me...” I smiled, nodding, giving her the courage to keep talking, “I would never let her get hurt.”
“I know that..” I said and kept smiling
“and she loves you too.” I affirmed
“I already hurt a lot, everyone...” she said and shooked her head “before you got here things were worse, there is no way to erase the past...”
“But you can write the future” I told her and winked at her “what about the winks that everyone gave you last night?” I said relaxed
“Hm, the guard at the door wanted to show that he knew I would take you to bed. And Wesley, he meant that he knew you went there to drug you...” she said
“But neither neither of them knew anything...” I teased her
“Exactly.” she said and gave me a small smile.
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The exchange (camren) English Version
General Fiction- THE EXCHANGE 1ST BOOK - The author of the story is @merari-cabello on wattpad. All the credits go to her! I asked the author if it's okay to translate it but she still haven't answered. I think it would be okay if there was an english version of i...
