Let's Capture It

18

"Austin... what are you doing here?" Camila asks out of fear. "I think it's best if you leave before I call the cops."

Austin sat still on the couch. "Where's my daughter Camila?"

"I can assure you I don't have Marie." she says. Camila steps back carefully, inching closer to the front door.

"I wouldn't run if I were you." he stated coldly, showing off the weapon tucked under his shirt. "You were the last one to talk to Becky."

Austin got up and stepped closer to her. Camila wouldn't dare move a centimeter with the gun in plain sight. "My daughter is not with me Mila.." his voice sounded like it cracked.

"I made a mistake with you and her.." he said referring to Becky. "But I refuse to let Marie grow up without a father. She's mine!"

"Okay okay okay!" Camila tried to calm him down. "I get it Austin... but you're not gonna do your daughter any good if you're behind bars."

He looked at her confused. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Camila put her hands where Austin could see them and carefully walked over to where her bag was to retrieve the restraining order. She handed it to him. Austin snatched it out of her hands and read it carefully, still keeping his eyes on the brunette to make sure she stood in place.

"You got a restraining order against me?!" the tone in his voice evidently growing harsher.

Camila flinched. Austin noticed and immediately retracted. "I wanted Marie... you... and me together. How could you do this to us?!"

"Austin pl-please li-listen to my voice.." Camila says breathlessly. "We can still be together. We can go get Marie right now..." She didn't necessarily know what else to do. She was stuck and this was the only way she could get him to listen to her.

Austin looks up and meets her gaze. Camila nods furiously. She needed Austin to believe every word she was telling him. "We... we can?" he asks her.

She nods again. "We can go right now. Start over. Like you always wanted right?"

"Ye-yeah... for us.." Austin confirmed again.

"Okay let's go yeah?" Camila carefully stepped closer. "I'm just gonna go pack okay?"

Austin nodded and stepped aside to let her ascend the stairs. Camila quickly darted up the stairs and closed her bedroom door, locking it. She looked around and started moving her dressers to barricade the door.

Camila heard footsteps grow louder near her door. She knew Austin was checking up on her. "Mila baby are you almost ready?" she heard his voice boom through the house.

Camila quickly grabbed her phone from her back pocket to call 911.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Mila?" she hears the door knob jiggle as Austin struggles to turn it completely.

"Hello is anyone there?"

Before she realized she was still on the phone with the operator, she quickly opened her bedroom window. "Hello?" Camila calls softly, being careful so Austin wouldn't hear her on the other side.

"My ex is in my house right now. He's not in the right state and I need someone to come over here right now! He's in possession of a weapon... I've locked myself in my bedroom...please just send someone." Camila sobbed quietly.

"I understand ma'am. Tell me your address and I'll send someone to you right now."

"Mila?! Why is the door locked?!" Austin yells, pounding on the door.