The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter 51

OKAY SO THE UPDATES MIGHT GET SLOWER .... ON MONDAY I HAD TO GO TO THE E.R CUZ MY CAT SCRATCHED MY EYE AND WELL NOW IT HURTS TO LOOK AT MY LAPTOP FOR TO LONG SO IS HARD TO EDIT WITH ONE EYE SO YEAH .... BUT DONT WORRY WHEN I CAME BACK I WOULD UPDATE LIKE FOUR CHAPTERS AT THE TIME .... IN TE MEANWHILE YU MIGHT LIKE TO READ TE OTHER TWO STORIES??? THEY PRETTY DAMN GOOD TO, ANYWAY ILL BE BACK SHORTLY 😁

Camila couldn't remember getting back to her apartment. Did she walk here? Take the subway? Somewhere, between Lauren's apartment and her own, she'd lost touch with her surroundings. Unable to retrace her steps, she reached for her keys, anxious to reach asylum. Her frazzled mind barely registered the fact that the front door was already unlocked as she stepped inside the dark apartment.

Muffled voices in the dark welcomed her arrival. Startled, Camila switched on the light just in time to see Billy fall over attempting to get his pants back on. Dinah was somewhere out of Camila's sight. "Hope I didn't interrupt anything," Camila commented, momentarily distracted from her worries by the scene before her.

Dinah popped up from behind the couch, her shirt inside out and backwards. "We were just watching TV," she said, breathlessly.

Camila glanced toward the television set.

"Really," she said. "It usually works better when you turn it on."

Billy appeared a second later. "Hi, Camila," he greeted lamely.

"You know, you do have your own room," Camila reminded her roommate.
Dinah brightened. "Why don't we go look at it, Bill? It's got some of Camila's paintings. You'll love them." She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the bedroom.

Camila stood there long enough to see them disappear into Dinah's room, then shook her head and headed toward her own. On any other day she would've worried that Dinah was jumping into something too quickly. On any other day, she would've cared.

Instead, she found herself strangely torn between where she stood and where her mind wandered. A part of her still hadn't left Lauren's bedroom. A part of her wished that all of her had stayed.

But she'd listened to the part that had wanted to run. Sometimes the truth could be suffocating. Except ...

Except she still wasn't sure what the truth was.

Her gaze fell on the laptop computer resting on the bed. She stared at it for a long while, attempting to decipher her feelings. There were just too many unanswered questions keeping her from settling on a firm reaction.

Was all of Laura a lie?

It pained her that someone she'd grown so close to, and trusted so deeply could turn out to be ...

What? What was she exactly?

Camila sat at the edge of her bed and stared at the door, not really seeing it. She was angry, she was hurt, and she was confused. She wanted to confront Lauren and she wanted to never see her again.

The duality of her feelings battled within her. The truth was, she didn't know what she wanted.

Laura was Lauren? How could that be? How hadn't she noticed? If Lauren hadn't said anything, would she have figured it out on her own?

She thought back to Laura's emails: actress ... poet ... lesbian. Camila frowned.

How much of Laura was Lauren ? Was it all a lie, a joke gone too far? Did Lauren like to fool people on the Internet? Befriend them and then make fools of them?