Guilty (Camila/You)

Chapter 8

Your POV

I double-checked the name at the door before ringing the doorbell. 

So, it's been a couple of hours since I got out of prison. And even though the taste of the air of freedom was wonderful, I kinda would like to go home first. That was already a bit of a struggle, because... well, I didn't have any money with me, so it took me a while to figure out how in the world I was supposed to get home.

Surprisingly though, that went well. But then something cute happened. When I tried to open the door to my own house, the one I've inherited from my grandparents and was under my name, I found a small family living in there now. According to them, an old lady called Janet Y/L/N sold this house to them. 

And well, I don't know many Janet Y/L/N's in my life except for one.

A few moments later, the door to my mother's apartment got swung open. I locked eyes with the person opening the door and immediately felt my blood boiling.  

It was her. 

She looked almost exactly the same as I remembered her. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I growled out.

"I-um... I'm sorry," she stuttered out. Her face was flushing with embarrassment while her eyes were wide in shock. "I thought you wouldn't be released for another two years..."

"What? Are you disappointed that I didn't get those full 15 years?" I scoffed with a laugh. "You still haven't answered my question."

Just when she opened her mouth to speak up, another voice from behind interrupted her, "Camila? Who's at the door?"

She slowly stepped aside as my mom came into view. "Y/N." Her voice sounded so cold and unfamiliar, just like the last time we've talked. And she's in a wheelchair now, which wasn't the case when I last saw her probably 10 years ago. Not to mention she looked a lot older and... weaker now.

"Mom."

"Don't call me that. You're not my daughter anymore from the moment you murdered that poor guy. I think I've told you that already." She only visited me once in all those years I spent in there, and the only reason she wanted to talk to me was to tell me that she's decided to disown me.

"Whatever," I muttered out as I rolled my eyes. I was trying to play it cool, though deep down her words fucking sting. "I know you're not pleased to see me here, but did you really sell my house?" 

"I have the right to do so," she argued back nonchalantly as if she has all the right to do so. 

I shook my head slightly at her. "It's my fucking house."

"Maybe we should--" Camila started but I cut her short, "Shut up. This is none of your fucking business."

She hung her head down and took a small step back.

Mom had a small frown on her face before she turned to give me a hard glare. "Don't get angry at her because you've messed up."

I clenched my jaw as I felt myself getting angrier by the second. "We were both suspects from that fucking case. Why does everyone believe her and not me?" I spat out. Everything that's happened is making me regret so bad for not having called the cops on her right away. I wouldn't be so deep in shit if I did that, but of course, I have to have a stupid soft heart. 

My mom approached closer to me before pulling me down to her eye level. "Every evidence pointed at you, so don't even try to put the blame on anyone else. She's innocent, you're not." With every word she's said, she poked harder in the chest with her finger.