Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 32

Aaliyah's POV

My mom and I are walking down the long, sterile smelling hallway of the rehab facility, excited to see Shawn and Camila, when all of a sudden we come across Camila running down the hallway towards us with tears running down her face, her cheeks beet red, and her hair flying all over the place.

She's not looking up as she tries to find something in her bag and before either of us have a chance to warn her, she runs straight into a doctor who I don't recognize.  The contents of her bag spill everywhere as the young female doctor catches her before she falls and then proceeds to help her gather her things; all the while Camila is trying to apologize profusely while fighting back sobs.

My mom and I run over to where they are as well and I grab a few items that had rolled further down the hall as my mom sits next to Camila and tries to get her to calm down.

What's happening?!

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Camila's POV

I'm so flustered and embarrassed trying to find my car keys and wipe my tears, I don't even see the doctor coming and the next thing I know, I collide with her the contents of my bag fly everywhere.  I sink to the floor in a heap of sobs, runny makeup and disgust with myself for ever thinking that Shawn Mendes was worth my time.

Before I can fully comprehend what is happening, Karen is by my side trying to get me to calm down and Aaliyah is chasing a few of my things that had rolled down the hall.

"Camila honey, what's wrong?" Karen asks concerned as she rubs my back.  "Is it Shawn?"

Shawn. 

That name is like a knife to my heart right now.  Hearing his name makes me want to cut my ears off.  I still cannot believe what just happened.

I remain silent to Karen's question as I continue to let sobs wreck my body; I'm shaking uncontrollably in a mixture of sadness, anger and shock.

"Mila....tell me what's wrong." Aaliyah says as she comes over and sits in front of me on the floor, helping me put everything back in my bag.  Meanwhile, the doctor gives me a saddened look and gets up from the floor and walks away.  I want to smack her for that look.  I don't need people to pity me, I just need to get out of here and never come back.

"I.....I.....I can't." I sob to Aaliyah and Karen. 

They attempt to gather me from the floor and walk me to Shawn's room to stop the lingering eyes from watching the show in front of them, but as soon as I realize that's where we are going; I freeze.

"NO!" I scream.  I'm.....I'm not going in there....I....I can't." I say firmly as I find my keys and run as fast as I can without hurting anyone, silently wishing my eyes had wind shield wipers for my tears.

I hear Karen and Aaliyah calling after me, but I don't care.  I've run from one Mendes today, what's two more?

When I get outside, I quickly find my car and jump in, locking the door as if someone is going to try and get me out.  Once I'm settled, I let everything out.  My mind replays over and over again the scene with Shawn and I can't help the scream that rips out of me as my sobs continue.

I reach for my phone and see that Karen has Aaliyah have tried to call and text me.  I see a lame ass excuse of a text from Shawn and I laugh bitterly as I throw my phone against my dashboard, hoping it shatters into a million pieces.

It doesn't.

Silently thankful, I unlock my phone and immediately block Shawn's number and mute Aaliyah and Karen's.  The next thing I do is pull up Emma's number and hit call.

Her phone rings and rings.  I'm frantically trying to call her.  I need someone to calm me down enough so I can drive and I can't call James or my parents otherwise I'll have to bail three people out of jail tonight.

After five missed calls, Emma finally picks up.  I can tell immediately she is not alone as she breathlessly answers to phone.

"Hello?" She says lightly, I can sense her fidgeting.  "Niall stop, please!" I hear her beg quietly.  "Camila, baby girl what's wrong?" She finally asks me.

By this time, I don't even know what to say or do.  She's with Niall and I clearly interrupted something.

"Camila?  Are you there?"

My sobs have since subsided as I'm hit with the reality of what I'm facing.  Saying it out loud doesn't feel real.  I quietly whimper on my end, but continue to say nothing.

"Camila if you don't tell me what's wrong, I'm going back to letting Niall ravish me because he finally asked me to be his girlfriend!" She says sternly, but excited.

That does it. 

The tears start again and my head continues to throb as I can't believe I have more tears left to cry.

This time it's Niall I hear on the phone.

"Camila" he says.  "Camila tell me what's wrong."

I try and take a few deep breaths, but I can't stop the tears from coming, my heart from hurting as I simply let out "Shawn."

Two loud gasps are heard on the other end of the line.

"What about him?" He asks.

"He....he...he told me to leave." I sob.  "He told me he doesn't need me.  That I'm not his girlfriend and I need to get out.  He was so mean.  I slapped him and told him I'm done.  IM DONE!" I scream the last part as my tears continue and my body quakes in anger.  My words coming out like vomit.

"He did want?" Emma screeches.  "Oh HELL NO!" She yells.  "Nobody messes with my Mila."  I can tell she's angry now and I hear Niall grunt in the background.

"How did this happen?  Does he not know how hard I've worked to even keep you guys together?" Niall questions.

"Shut up Niall!" Emma and I say in unison.

"Sorry."

By this time, the windows in my car are fogged up and I'm sure I'm getting weird looks from passers by, so I turn my car on allow the coolness to wash over me, hoping it will magically cleanse me or something.

"Camila, do you want to come over and we can talk?" Emma asks.  "Can you drive?"

"Well I can't go home, otherwise he'll be dead before midnight and I'll have to post bail for three Cabello's." I say.  "And yeah...I think I can drive."

With that I wipe my tears, take a deep breath and do my "power pose" in my chair before putting my car into gear and driving off. 

Camila Cabello is better than letting some stupid boy get to her.

"I guess it wasn't meant to be" I say to myself out loud as I make my way down the long drive out of the place that now feels like a compound, a prison where I let myself falter from my independent ways and let a guy named Shawn Mendes weasel his way back into my heart; only for him to shatter it.

Again.