The exchange (camren) English Version

Chapter 82

Lauren's POV

I couldn't move, not even alone react.
The tears fell without any control, I couldn't stop crying.

I put my face in my hands, feeling weak. When my family came back I was already exhausted, my throat was burning, my breathing was heavy and even then I couldn't stop crying.

“For God's sake, what happened?” she exclaimed, worried, when she saw me in state that was

I sobbed loudly and threw myself into her arms like a helpless girl who has just discovered that she isn't the superhero she thought she was. That isn't indestructible.

“Shh, calm down” she held me, stroking my hair “tell me what happened?”

Stuttering, hoarse voice interrupted by the tears of despair, I told them what happened. Upon hearing the story told by me, my crying increased.

“Oh my God, Michael call the police.”  she said scared.

I stopped them from doing it, I couldn't scream, I just spoke under so they wouldn't do it. It wouldn't work. Nobody knows where they are and Keaton won't make that easy.

If anything happens to her, I swear I'll kill him. My heart was imprisoned by a pain so strong, so unknown... it hurt so much, it ran through me inside, it killed me.

Every time I thought that she was with him I felt incapable of everything. I was afraid. A shock of reality passed through my body and made me feel selfish for crying like a weak and thinking only of myself while Camila must feel very scared now standing next to Keaton.

I took a deep breath, passed my trembling hands across my face, in order to dry my tears and I got up feeling that my legs seemed not to hold up, I ended up sitting down again, this time on the couch. one

“Taylor, bring a glass of water to your sister” Clara ordered, I leaned back, closing my eyes while trying to calm down. “Honey, don't blame yourself for something that happened” she said and touched my shoulder.

“No...” was all I could say, I had no strength even to speak.

“No what” she said and touched my face, drying my tears.

“I don't want her to grt hurt.” I said with a little voice. While returning to another crying crisis

“Nobody wants that” she said and sat next to me, hugging me “everything will be fine”.

Taylor returned with the glass of water and I could see her wet face, handed me the glass, my hand trembled so much that it took me time to drink a little.

And just like that time passed slowly and torturingly. It was almost ten o'clock at night and no sign. No news.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Camila's POV

When Keaton left me in the middle of nowhere, my legs trembled and I ended up falling on the sidewalk.

Tears of despairity wet my face, the blows by the body were big red marks. And they hurt. They hurt a lot. But I still had the strength to feel calm that nothing worse happened, that the kidnapping was only to show Lauren what he is capable of.

Trembling, I took the cell phone that was lying next to me and I called home.
Michael answered, her voice full of concern, he asked me where I was, I didn't know exactly, so I gave him a location, telling what I could see nearby.

The tears were making the conversation more difficult. I was alone in the same place for half an hour, scared, with fear and pain, when the well-known car parked in front of me, Lauren came down from the passenger seat, came running to where I was and took me in her arms, when I saw that they were here I felt protected.

“How are you?” I tried to get away not to see me, but I she didn't leave me,
I hugged her harder, asking for support.

“Everything is fine.” she whispered, her voice was driven by emotion that I hadn't seen come before  “nothing will happen to you, I swear” she held me into her arms.

Michael asked us to get in, Lauren went in the back seat with me, nobody asked me anything.

And I thanked her mentally for that.

Shrugged and hugged Lauren I was mute, letting my tears fall as I thought about what might have happened.

At that time I noticed that she was crying too.

Lauren's POV

When I felt her with me, my heart didn't hold and the tears fell when I knew that all this torture had finally ended.
Seeing her fragile hurt me, seeing her hurt killed me. When we got home, my family suffocated Camila, I compressed my lips, I didn't want to show that I wanted her only with me.

I wanted to take care of her, embrace her and trust her. But almost and I could approach. I gave up and went up, defeated.

I took a bath to calm down, I noticed my swollen eyes, I can't deny that I cried all day. I went back to the room and saw that Camila refused to eat, finally, I could be by her side.

“Hey, you need to eat..” I said and took her hand, caressing it “not even a little?”I looked at her, speaking to her in a tender voice. My eyes weighed, consequence of the tears.

“I'm not hungry.” she grimaced

It took me a little longer but I convinced her to eat half a sandwich. It was all I could do. I tried not to look at the red marks on her body, but it seemed that my eyes always focused exactly on them, unintentionally. Today there is no room in me to be angry for Keaton, I can only think of Camila. And in nobody else.

We were all tired and it's not because it was already past midnight. Camila was getting ready to sleep when I stopped her in the hallway.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked, looking at her.

“Sure” she said looking at me a little curious.

“Can you sleep with me tonight?” I asked. “I need to know you're fine. I need to look you all night so I can be sure nothing can happen to you.”

“Lauren, your concern is beautiful, but I don't want to have problems with Clara..” she said and closed her eyes “your parents would probably also want to take care of me and they will notice my absence in the room...” she said and sighed “I don't want to alarm them.”

I dom't know if it was my nervous system that was totally agitated, my heart that hadn't yet calmed down or the simple fact that it would drive me crazy if I didn't have her with me, but I know that the tears fell down my face, unrestrained. Camila got scared and rubbed her hand on my cheek, drying them.

“All this is concern?” she asked, looking at me in the eyes.

“All this is what I feel..” I said, irritated

I looked at her, lost in myself, in the impulse of the words that didn't come to be said, but were underestimated.

In the emotion that came out of something that I was trying to deny. My heart accelerated with the strange and new feeling that I just discovered.