Kiss Me ⇒ Camren

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Warning: sexual harassment

Camila

"Austin please put me down." I beg as he carries me over his shoulder into his bedroom.

He kicks the door shut with his foot, making it slam loudly before twisting the lock. The next thing i know, he throws me down onto the bed and hovers right over me. My breath get caught in my throat and he shoves his tongue so far down my throat, I gag a little. I push his face away from me and gasp for air.

"Don't do that." A tear escapes my eye and there's a burning sensation in my throat.

He leans over to his dresser, still on top of me, and grabs a rope. My heart beat speeds up as I feel him take my hands and tie them together above my head so I'm unable to touch him.

"Shut up Camilla. I'll do whatever the hell I please. You deserve to be treated like shit anyways." He growls carelessly as more tears escape my eyes.

"It's CamEEla." I correct him weakly, earning a slap across my face causing me to wince in pain.

"And for the billionth time: I don't give two fucks." He attaches his lips onto my neck and I feel his hand travel up the front of my shirt. I shiver when his hand squeezes my breast.

"Stop shivering." He mumbles angrily against my neck.

"Y-Your hands are like ice." I say through a light, unintentional moan and he moves his lips up to nibble at my ear lobe.

"Really? Because you seem to like it." He purrs in my ear.

"Ow!" I squeak when I feel him pinch my nipple roughly. "Please stop." I beg weakly, but he only strips me of my shirt in response.

It's not long later until my yoga pants are tossed to the other side of the room. I'm left only in my boy shorts, closing my eyes as Austin strips himself down to only his boxers. I'd be lying if I said the sight isn't disgusting.

He continues to feel me up as I cry and plead for him to stop, only earning slaps and occasional hard punches in response. I can feel my body bruising with every violent bit of contact.

"Austin that hurts!" I cry out loudly as he pushes his knee against me roughly, smirking at my response as he does it over and over. "Please don't touch me! Get off! Austin!" I try to scream but it comes out as squeaks. "Stop! Please Austin! St-"

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"CAMILA!"

I jolt awake from the exact replay of what happened hours ago, grateful for the sound of a husky voice shouting my name.

My body is shaking violently, racking with sobs that I'm desperately trying to hold in. I can feel the cold sweats covering me and the sticky tears leaking from my eyes and running down my face.

Looking next to me, Lauren is there with tears streaming down her cheeks. Lauren doesn't cry much; she's the strong one between the two of us. But even though I may have only seen her cry very few times, none of those very few times have ever been as bad as she is now.

I watch as her arms reach out to wrap around me and pull me into her loving embrace. But she stops herself, quickly pulling away from me. A small sob escapes my throat, not understanding why she pulled away from me when all I want is for her to protect me.

"C-can I hug you?" She stutters.

Her voice holds so much innocence, so much sadness, so much fear. She asks as if she's scared I'll break if she touches me, as if she has to treat me so incredibly carefully now, which I don't mind but still, my heart aches and clenches at the pain of it all.

I nod my head desperately, dying for her to hug me, dying to feel her love even if it's just as my best friend, not in a more meaningful way. My body melts into hers and I hold on tightly. She shuffles around until her back is leaning against the wall and I'm sitting between her legs, my back pressed to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

The only sound in the room is the sobs escaping my throat and both of our shaky breathing. My body is still trembling and the feeling of guilt makes a sudden appearance inside me, rising in my stomach as I realize this is all my fault. I'm the one who called Austin. I'm the one who set myself up for this. I'm the reason she's upset. I'm the reason we're here in her bed past midnight as she holds me in her arms, listening to me sob. I'm the reason for her sadness. I'm the reason for it all.

This only makes me cry harder. I want to pull away and run off to my room. But I can't pull myself away from her no matter how hard I try.

"Camz, I want you to talk about it." She whispers extremely quietly.

I frantically shake my head no, small sobs escaping from me. Suddenly I feel a strong need to hug her. Moving my back away from her chest, I shift until I find a new position that I can actually hug her in. I put my arms around her neck and bury my face there, finally allowing myself to cry freely. Her arms immediately wrap around my back, holding me tightly and close to her.

"It's all my fault." I sob uncontrollably into her neck.

"I can't understand you, baby." She whispers while rubbing my back gently, her voice is still shaky and full of sadness.

"My fault." I choke the words out louder, still burying my face away from her.

"Camz, that's not true." Her voice cracks loudly and I nod my head into her neck.

"It is." I whisper shakily.

"Camila. Listen to me. It's not your fault. Okay?" More tears slip from her eyes.

I don't respond, instead I try to calm myself down by holding my breath, hoping it'll stifle my sobs. But it's not long until Lauren notices.

"Camz?" She asks worriedly, trying to unlatch me but failing. "Camila, breathe." Her voice is shakes in fear and I exhale a deep breath, allowing her to feel it on her neck. "Don't do that, you scared me."

"Sorry." I choke out.

"It's okay." She whispers against the side of my head.

It's not okay, though. None of this is okay. I close my eyes tightly, regretting the decision I made to call Austin. The gut wrenching guilt continues to build inside me yet I refuse to say anything in fear of what might happen.

You fucking idiot. This is all your fault. All of it. You called Austin, you wanted to feel numb, you knew something was going to happen but you refused to believe it. It's your fault.

"Camz baby, breathe please. You're really worrying me." She tells me again, her voice cracking. I let out another breath of air that I didn't even realize I was holding in.

Her hand begins to gently rub my back and her arms are slightly rocking my body even though she, herself, is shaking almost as badly as I am. I continue to inhale and exhale deep breaths, letting her know I'm breathing fine. She nuzzles her nose against the side of my head before resting her chin in the crook of my neck.

"I've got you Camila, okay? Just breathe. I'm here." She whispers in my ear and I swallow hard as she unknowingly makes me feel worse for causing so much trouble.

Instead of responding, I keep my eyes closed tightly. It takes a while, but eventually my breathing goes back to normal and I slowly drift back to sleep in her arms.
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A/N i don't know why I haven't done any authors notes on this book...so let's start now. Hello readers who don't know me from my other books! My name is Jess and I really love to write - even though sometimes it's not good. Like this filler chapter for example. There will be plenty of times when I'll try to be funny and you'll want to punch me in the face because I am most definitely not funny. So that's the basics about me and I hope you're enjoying this book so far:)
- jess