It's A Long Ride Home, I'm Afraid. {Camren} ✔️

~{40}~

To make a long story short, Camila brought me to the hospital. At this point, it felt like a second home.

I mean, c'mon. How many times had we been there? Three already?

Okay, maybe that isn't a lot, but the expensive ass hospital bills make it seem that way.

I still didn't know what I was poisoned with exactly, but it was enough to need professional help.

When I was brought it, I was barely conscious. I couldn't even keep my damn eyes open.

"Stay with us Lauren." Said someone I assumed was part of the medical staff. "We're almost there."

But I couldn't. I pretty much passed out.

I couldn't tell whether it was because of the alcohol, or whatever Lucy slipped in my drink.

And on top of that, I really felt like puking my brains out.

My dad told me all about the dangers of public places growing up. Especially places like bars.

You would think people like my dad over exaggerate shit like this. That it's all just another way to scare you into being aware of literally everything and everyone.

But they're right. Of course they're right.

I thought about my dad for a moment. How wise of a person he was, I mean.

It's always the wisest people that have suffered the most. That's what makes them so wise.

I thought about Clara too. The things I said to her.

I may have convinced my dad to see her again, but she probably still thinks I hate her or something. I should really go talk to her sometime.

It's funny, y'know? How all this stuff pops up in your head at the worst times.

All my life, I struggled to stay true to myself.

Even being with Camila, the one person who set me free, I was still struggling with the truth.

If I get outta this, I thought to myself. No more hiding shit. No more leaving the truth obscured.

There was no way I was gonna let this PR bullshit ruin my relationship any longer. It wasn't even a true relationship, as far I was concerned.

How does a fake relationship ruin one that's so raw and so real?

It shouldn't. That's the thing.

Camila's POV:

Okay fine. Call me a selfish bitch. I deserve it.

No really, I do. How could I let things get so out of hand?

Lauren didn't deserve this. I promised I would never hurt her like Lucy did, and then I went ahead and did exactly that.

In my eyes, I didn't intend to hurt her like that. But in her eyes, I'm sure she felt like history was repeating itself.

God, I'm so fucking stupid and inconsiderate.