Worth It (Camila/You)

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Your POV

I had never run so fast in my life, and I had run from cops before.

I didn't know what those guys would do if they caught me, but I didn't want to chance it.

I turned the corner, hearing the footsteps of Lonnie's guys right behind me. There was no one out on the streets this late, so I knew I didn't have a chance if they caught me.

I turned around for a split second to see how close they were. I turned back around, but not in time. I didn't see the gap in the sidewalk and my foot caught it.

I rolled a few times before trying to scramble to my feet. I almost took off again, but couldn't as I felt two pairs of hands grab me.

"I have to admit, you're good kid," one of the guys said before landing a punch across my face. "No wonder Lonnie had you running for him."

I tasted blood in my mouth as the other guy started talking.

"You almost got away when you hopped that fence," the he said before punching me in the stomach. "Key word: almost."

"You should've just sold that last batch kid," the first one said before I was punched across the face again.

I fell to the ground, my head throbbing as I felt a kick to the stomach.

I covered my head as I was kicked over and over, blood pouring out of my nose. I screamed out in pain as I felt one of the men step on my arm. I heard a crack and immediately knew it was broken.

I felt more and more kicks to my head and torso the longer I laid there. Everything went black for a second before I was kicked again and returned to consciousness.

"Hey! Get off of her!" I heard a mans voice scream out.

"Shit. Let's go," I heard one of the men above me say.

The thugs immediately stopped kicking me and I heard their footsteps running in the opposite direction.

"Oh my God. Are you okay? Shawn, help me sit her up!" I heard a female voice say.

I felt like I was going to pass out as I two, much gentler, sets of hands sat me up.

I winced when I felt a hand wipe some blood off of my face.

"Camila, be careful," I heard one of them say. "Call an ambulance."

"No," I mumbled, barely being able to speak above a whisper. "Please, don't."

"Shawn, let's bring her to the hotel," the girl said.

"Are you sure?" The guy asked.

"Shawn, we don't have time for questions. Pick her up. It's less than a block away,"  the girl instructed, and I immediately felt myself being picked up.

I couldn't make out a lot of what I was seeing. Everything was a blur and the world around me was spinning.

"Shawn, make sure she doesn't lose consciousness," I heard one of them say as I was walked into a hotel room.

"Here, sit her down."

I was sat down in the bathroom. The room was still spinning, but I could somewhat make out the two people who were currently trying to clean me up.

"Sorry," the girl apologized when I winced as she wiped my face with a wet towel.

"Oh my God," I heard her whisper as she ran her fingers over my arm. "I don't think it's supposed to bend that way."

I looked down at my arm, whimpering slightly when I saw the way it was bent. There was also an obvious boot mark from the man who stepped on it.

"We really need to bring you to the hospital," she said.

"No, I can't-" I said, stopping my sentence when I looked up at her and saw what she looked like for the first time.

She was a pretty girl with long brown hair and dark eyes. She had on all white, but it was now covered in my blood.

"Are you okay?" She asked after I stopped my sentence suddenly.

"Y-yea, I'm fine," I stuttered. "I- I can't go to the hospital," I said as the other guy walked back in the room.

He was a tall guy with curly brown hair. He was also wearing all white, and he was also covered in my blood.

"Why can't you go to the hospital?" He asked, handing the girl another wet towel.

"I just can't," I said, wishing these people had just left me on the street.

"Look, you're arm is broken," the girl said as she wiped my face again. "You either let us bring you to the hospital, or we call the cops and report this as a robbery. There's going to be a lot more trouble if we have to do that."

I looked up at the girl, keeping eye contact and trying to see if she was bluffing. The way her eyes shined with fire told me she wasn't, so I gave in.

"Fine," I said, standing to my feet.

"Whoa, be careful," she said, grabbing my hips to steady me.

"Thanks," I mumbled, allowing the two to help me walk out.

It was going to be a long night.