Checkmate (Camren)

Out of control (24)

Camila Collins' Point Of View

Silence. It was all that filled that room. I couldn't sleep, not after what happened that night. My head worked frantically, always thinking about the video; those events, everything, throwing away every and any disposition of having a good rest.

As soon as the video came to an end, the screen went dark, letting me see only my shocked reflection on the screen of the laptop on the desk. For the first time in years I had been completely caught by surprise, terrified. Seeing those images was much more different than imagining them, and now I had concrete proof that my theory was right. I remained in front of that blank screen, while my head seemed to buzz. I felt my entire body react, as if my nervous system had gone into convulsion, but on the outside everything was normal. It was like imploding; an explosion inside myself. A damned knot formed in my throat, and my eyes consequently filled with tears.

"Camila..."

I heard Dinah's voice sound in the background, almost imperceptible. And that was when my body seemed to react. I clenched my teeth against each other, clenching my jaw, as I forced myself to swallow that damned knot in my throat. A single tear fell, but soon disappeared. I closed my hand around my gun slowly, but with the necessary force to feel my fingers hurt. I could feel my hands shaking, and not just them, my whole body.

"He's going to pay for this, today. Bastard... bastard..."

"No, Camila. You can't lose your cool..." Her voice tone was laden with apprehension, fear. "You need to stay calm..."

"This will not go unpunished..." I got up from the chair slowly, letting other stubborn tears fall. "This will not go unpunished!"

My tears tasted of anger, hatred and rancor.

"Christ! Try to remain calm. We can't make a wrong move now. You can go to jail, or even die."

"And you think I care?!" I exclaimed loudly. "That fucking man destroyed everything, Dinah! Everything! He..."

"I know! I know! But we've already planned our revenge, don't do this now. He'll get what he deserves." She touched my shoulders slowly.

"It's not enough anymore. I want to see him completely destroyed, and I'll be the one who will do it." I said as I pressed the barrel of my gun on the iron desk. "I'm going to kill him just like I've always dreamed during all these years."

"You've never killed anyone, you can't do that. I know you're not like this..."

"Are you trying to convince yourself of that?" I cried out completely lost. "I'm not the person that I used to be before. Can't you see? I'm tired, Dinah! I want to destroy Christopher Collins, and I'm going to do it today!"

"You aren't going to do anything!"

I thought I had had a hard time in the last few years, seen some undesirable things, but nothing compared to that. I had reached my limit. In that moment, all the plausible motives for the fulfillment of my plan multiplied. If I had been thirsty to take down the king before, now I had the urge and want to destroy him with my own hands.

Other people would have isolated themselves, cried, seek help, but in a life where you always had to rely on yourself, retreat wasn't an option at all. I didn't have the strength to cry, I didn't have time to feel fragile. I didn't want to feel weak, and I wouldn't. I took a deep breath, letting the air enter my nostrils very slowly. I stared at Christopher's body on the bed, completely passed out. How many people would have enough cold blood to marry the man they hate most in life? Get together with the one who causes you disgust? Oh, it wasn't an easy task, never was. I often felt bad, for thinking that maybe I was given wrong information, but something in me said that I should continue, persist, and that was exactly what I did. Sixth sense, never fails me. There was no wrong information, all of it was true. Those mysterious eyes concealed a dirty, disgusting, infernal past. To deal with this kind of people, nothing was more practical than becoming like them.