Kiss Me ⇒ Camren

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Warning: physical abuse

Camila

"Austin, let me go." I plead through a whisper as a tear rolls down my cheek.

He grabs me, pushes me up against the wall, and pins my arms up above my head. He grips my wrists tightly, causing me to wince.

"Shut up." He mutters angrily, pushing himself up against me and connecting our lips together through a forced kiss.

I feel his tongue enter my mouth and I've never felt more disgusted in my life. I can taste the vodka that he drank before I got here which makes me gag a little.

"Stop gagging." He demands in a harsh tone, pulling away and locking his cold eyes with my fearful ones which are darting back and forth.

After a moment of holding his glare, he drops his eyes back to my lips and doesn't hesitate to connect them once more, sending a chill down my spine.

I take a risk and try to squirm out of his grasp but he only tightens his grip on my wrist to the point where I can feel his nails digging into me. I wince a little at the small pinching only causing him knee my thigh which i know will bruise easily.

"Austin, please." I beg against his lips. "Please stop. Please."

He groans, clearly irritated before pulling away and letting my arms drop to my side. I feel something wet on both my wrists and I look down to see little trails of blood on both of them which is coming from the small bits of skin he broke open when his nails dug into me. When I look back up, I can see how truly furious he is. It's worse than I've ever seen him before.

"I'm sick of you!" He spits at me, raising his hand and hitting me hard across the face. I wince at the sudden sting on my cheek and bring my hand to touch it.

I quickly pull it away and see that there's blood on my hand, indicating that he's made a cut on my cheek.

"You won't do anything damn it!" He yells, punching me in the stomach.

I bend over in pain trying to catch the breath he just knocked out of me. After huffing in air, I look back up at him. He shoves me against the wall once more, getting as close to my face as possible.

"You're a stupid, worthless, nothing." He growls into my ear with gritted teeth and I feel tears escape my eyes with each word. "You don't even deserve to walk on this earth." He tells me and I feel like there's a stab in my heart caused by his words.

"Get the hell out, Cabello!" He yells into my ear, more than infuriated at this point. He then let's me go and shoves me towards the door.

"Annoying bitch." He mumbles loud enough for me to hear.

I quickly open the door, running out of his house and down the driveway, trying to ignore the sharp pains in my stomach from his strong punch because I am eager to get away from him as fast as possible.

After I'm off his street, I gradually bring my running down to a walking pace, trying to catch my breath which hurts terribly since the pain is still there.

Tears begin to escape my eyes as all the pain, both physical and emotional, over flows at once.

As I continue to walk, I look down at my wrist and see that they've stopped bleeding but there's a thin trail of blood that's slowly drying.

I then bring my hand up to my cheek but immediately pull it back because there is still a stinging pain. I feel a salt tear hit the cut that must be there and twitch a little at the contact of it.

I keep walking for a few minutes and my thighs begin to hurt which are probably bruising with each step I take. As I walk, I think about everything that just happened. I pull my phone out of my back pocket, wanting to call only one person: Lauren.

I pull up my contacts and fiddle with my phone in my hand for a minute before sighing, deciding not to worry her until I get home where her and the other girls will be considering we all live together here in LA.