Journey of the Heart (Camila/OC)

Chapter Fifteen

A/N: Uhm... Wow. Can't believe I updated in such a short amount of time, but with all the love you guys are sending me, I couldn't stop writing. So thank you for fueling my creativity. Hehe. Anyways. Enjoy the new chapter, it's a little shorter than usual but still very good... hopefully. 

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Camila's POV:

I was running so fast that everything around me was blending into each other. I bumped into a few nurses and transportation clerks while muttering apologies here and there, not stopping due to the determination to reach my destination. I knew I looked like a manic freak at the moment and I didn't care because I was a manic freak at the moment. 

"Mama," I nearly shouted as my crying mom came into view. 

She was trembling uncontrollably while my dad was sat opposite of her, closed off to the world as he stared into nothingness. He didn't even acknowledge my presence as I came near. Or he chose not to. 

When my mom saw me, she sobbed even more and stood up embracing me like never before. It was when I was in the embrace that I took note of the scratches on her arms and hands. The cut just above her eye. The nonexistent glasses that she would always wear. Her disheveled hair. Her busted lip. 

I caressed my mom and rubbed her back, trying my best not to break down right there and then. 

I turned towards my dad. He should be comforting my mom, but instead he was just sitting there. His head was bleeding, or it was. The dried blood had caked over his face. Cuts were all over his face and when he finally looked up at me, his eyes showed all I needed to know. He was in pain. Emotionally and phyiscally. Probably even mentally. Cursing himself for letting this happen. 

All of our attention turned towards the doctor in scrubs as he walked towards us. I tried to read his facial expression for a hint of what we were all about to hear, but like many doctors, he had his face neutral and well practiced. 

"How is she?" I asked, knowing both my parents were in no condition of talking at the moment. 

He looked at me and then my two distraught parents. He looked down at his feet then back up to meet my eyes. That's when his face released the truth I didn't want to know. 

The memories rose up as I stood in a similar waiting room. This time it wasn't filled with my family but a collection of my friends who were worried sickly about someone else. Deja vu to the worst of extremes. 

"Harry, man, you have got to sit down. You are giving me a head spin with you pacing around like that," Louis complained as he tried to calm his anxious and nervous friend. 

"Then don't watch me pacing around. Problem solved," Harry gritted, continuing on with his pacing. "What is taking so long?" he groaned as he brushed his hand through his hair. 

"Harry," the youngest of the room pulled him down to her height. "You need to calm down. You're part of her pack and she needs you to be calm when she comes out of here." 

I subconsciously moved my hand towards my neck where my necklace laid upon. The jade lion that Sofi and I, along with the rest of the girls. I looked over and the girls were doing the same thing. Our pack was broken and another one was about to be as well.