The Heart of Camilo (A Camilo Madrigal x Reader Fem Y/N Story)

Left Behind

*Camilo*

I woke up from the floor again. For some reason, refusing to go further into my room and sleeping on the discomfort of the wooden floor right at the door instead of my hammock in the trees was my own personal rebellion, even though I realized no one was suffering from it other than me. Going further in and getting comfortable felt like giving up and accepting that Y/N could be getting beat up right this minute, while my family did nothing.

There were two empty plates on the floor with me. I guess dinner would be soon, it had been a while since my mother brought me lunch, too cloudy and stormy to even have a conversation. She had entered the room, soaked us both with the storm cloud, and promptly left, yelling that she loved me over the thunder.

I pushed my hair out of my eyes, sat up against the door and sighed. "Dolores," I said again, hoping she could hear me. "You can't avoid me all day." But I didn't expect her to come. I had tried reaching out to her many times.

I thought about what my aunt had said. She wasn't wrong. Lowkey, under my anger, flipping out at Abuela had felt great, to finally just SAY what I wanted to say, to finally completely lose my head. But I had a sinking feeling she was right. It wasn't the right strategy to make sure that Y/N was safe and had only resulted in me getting locked up and not being able to do anything. I had just been so angry and scared. If I had gone along with Y/N, trusted her that she had a plan, not pissed off Abuela so badly, maybe I could be sneaking out to rescue her right now and not stuck in here. I stood up quickly, the anger rising again at my utter helplessness. I turned around and leaned on the door, my forehead pressed again the wood.

"Ah!" I was knocked back as someone opened the door quickly inwards and knocked me over. I blinked up at the light from the central room as it spilled in. Isabella and Dolores quickly came inside and shut the door behind them. I saw Isabella holding a plate and my stomach growled and I sat up. "Knock much?" I asked sarcastically.

Isabella narrowed her eyes at me and tried to hide a smile. "Nice to see you have kept your sense of humour despite becoming the new family crazy person."

"I'm not crazy," I said, taking the plate. "Tell me you wouldn't do the same for any of us."

"Y/N isn't family," Isabella said, "it's not the same thing."

My thoughts turned to the awkward as hell conversation from the night before. "Yeah, well, Abuela and my parents have my marriage to her all lined up ... at least, they did," I added, remembering that.

"Marriage, you? Are you insane?" Isabella exclaimed. "I'm not even married yet, Dolores isn't even betrothed yet."

"Not tomorrow, jeez!" I retorted back. "They told me I need to stop carrying on with her because it's not appropriate anymore, we can only sit in the kitchen and stare at each other, but don't worry, we'll get married in 5 more years!" I said, slightly hysterically, waving my hands around to exaggerate the insanity of the situation. "But obviously, that's probably off now after last night. Abuela believes that she trashed her own house because she was mad at her dad! And I said I was going to kill him twice and had to be dragged out. I'm surprised I'm still here and I haven't been sent away to live with Bruno, wherever the hell he is."

"Don't talk about Bruno," Dolores said. "Can we please talk about how you're getting out of this room?"

I sighed. "Aunty Julieta said I should apologize." I sat back against the door and folded my arms across my chest. "I'd rather die."