Camilo Madrigal x y/n

Part 22

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Camilo's POV:

I wake up. I notice y/n is with me. She is snuggled up to me. How cute! I move my head.
"Ow!"
I quickly shut myself up. I don't want to wake her. My head hurts. Oh no. I don't remember anything from last night. I remember everything up until y/n gave me the bottle. Oh no. Y/n starts to wake up. She looks over at me.
"Oh. I didn't mean to wake you! Go back to sleep, cariño!" I kissed her lips.
"Camilo... You look sick. Are you alright?"
I started feeling the pain in my stomach. I get up and pick the door. I run out and to the bathroom. I kneel over the toilet. I start vomiting. Y/n runs in. She kneels next to me. She rubs my back. Once I was done I sit against the wall. I felt dizzy.
"Too much to drink last night?" Y/n says.
"Definitely.." I reply.
That's when everything went black.

Y/n's POV:

Camilo passed out! His head hit the floor hard. Yikes. I can't get anyone. So, I take Camilo by the hands and drag him all the way to his room.

Camilo's POV:

I wake up in my room. I see y/n reading a book not too far away from me.
"Good morning, Camilo! You've been asleep for a while!" She says.
"Hey.." I cover my eyes.
"Headache?"
"Yes."
"Just a question... Did you mean what you said last night?" Y/n says.
"What did I say?"
She looked hesitant.
"You said, "one day.. I'm going to put a baby in you""
"What?! I didn't mean that!- I mean- if- no-!"
Y/n laughed a little.
"I'm so sorry!"
"Hey, I mean you also included, "with your consent obviously, I'm not a monster!" Then you fell asleep"
"Ugh! I am so sorry! I was drunk!"
"It's okay.. I mean-"
We both laughed.
"We've got to do some stuff today." Y/n looks over to me.
"Like what.." after the conversation we had I don't know what she meant.
"We're going to throw away each and every bottle hiding in this house."
"What? I mean, sure. Yeah. Okay." I look away from her.
"I know. You don't want to let go. But it's what's best for you."
"I know."
Just knowing y/n is going to take away my drinks, it makes me sick.
"Hey. Are you okay?"
I didn't answer her.
"Look it's hard. But you've got to try."
I still didn't answer.
"CAMILO! WHAT IS THIS?!" She picks my wrist up.
I had cuts?
"CAMILO! PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE DOING THIS AGAIN?!"
"I don't know where they came from!"
"Don't try and hide this from me!"
"I truly don't know why I have those cuts on my wrist!"
I was very confused. Then it hit me. Carlos.
"Carlos! He must be cutting wrists!"
"That's crazy! Why would he want to kill you. How would you not know?!"
"He must be doing it while I sleep!"
"And how would you not feel it?!"
"I'm a deep sleeper.."
"Ugh! It just doesn't make any sense!"
I got up. I went to Carlos' room. Right before I was going to open his door y/n stopped me.
"No. I'll go in. He would kill you."
"He tried to kill you yesterday!"
"Go." She says.
I let her go instead. But I stayed right outside the door.

Y/n's POV:

I step inside his room. Carlos is sitting on his bed. He looks up and sees me.
"Why are you here?" He says.
"I've come to ask you a question?"
"What is it?"
"Are you cutting Camilo's wrists?"
"No."
I start to rummage through his desk.
"Aye! What are you doing?!" He gets up.
He walks over to me.
"Stop!"
And that's when I pull the blade out.
"Aha! You are cutting him!"
"Hey! Stop! Give that back!" He tried to grab the blade from me.
"No! I won't let you cut him anymore!"
"I'm not cutting him!"
"Oh, really? Then why do you have this?!"
"Ugh!" He pulls his sleeve up, "there! Are you happy?!" He takes the blade from my hand.
I just stood there.
"Can you LEAVE?!"
I walked out of his room. Camilo was there.
"So?" Camilo held my hand.
"He isn't cutting you.."
"What?!"
"Camilo. Please. Are you doing this to yourself?"
"No! If I was, I wouldn't have been that obvious! I am not doing this to myself."
I thought this was suspicious. I didn't believe him. I go to his room. I start pulling all the floor boards up. I moved the bottles. I tried looking for a blade. I couldn't find one. Camilo just stood in the doorway.
"Where's the blade Camilo?!" I say.
"I don't have one!"
"You're lying!" I was getting angry.
I walk over to him. I grab his ear. I pull him into his room.
"Tell me where it is!"
"I told you! I-I don't have one!" Camilo started to cry.
"Camilo?" I walk over to him.
I try to place my hand on his face.
He pushed my hand away. "No! Stop! Just leave me alone!" He walked over to a corner in his room. He sat down. He put his face on his knees. He hid his face.
"Cami.. I... I didn't mean too-"
"Just leave me ALONE!"
Oh, no. What have I done. I didn't mean to make him cry. Did I scare him? Is he upset I don't believe him?