Fragile (age regression)

Chapter 31

Hey guys.

This could be triggering for some so please, I'm begging you, if you are easily triggered please don't read this.

I do apologize in advance for it but as I'm in a pretty shitty mental state at the moment and I write what I feel, this is how it's gonna be soooo.....yeah.

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Time soon comes for both Camila and Lauren to talk, and as the oldest woman makes her way up the stairs to where her baby had been napping for the past few hours, she goes over what she plans to say in her head to make sure she was heard loud and clear.

She makes it upstairs soon enough, but all thoughts of talking some sense into the girl about why jumping out of a moving car was a big no no the was abruptly brought to a stop the moment she sets foot in the girls room.

Camila appears no longer little and was instead sat on the end of her bed with an all too familiar item in her hands.

It was shiny, small, sharp, could inflict the most sever of damage and was something she had wished to never see again.

Her pants were also nowhere to be found, signaling to Lauren that this had been going on for at least the past half an hour.

"Baby..." she treads carefully into the room, making sure to keep herself calm in order to avoid any further upset.

Camila looks up, her cheeks shiny with a layer of tears. Now closer Lauren could see the marks already engraved on her thighs, slightly bloody yet not too deep and with a trembly breath of her own she crouches down and holds out her hand hoping to god the girl didn't fight her on this.

Hesitation was apparent for a short second, but the sharp object was soon handed over and in the safety of Lauren's pocket.

"Come here" she whispers, invitingly holding out her arms.

Bottom lip quivering, the small girl almost throws herself into the comfort and safety of her mama's arms, her trembling hands gripping as tight as they could to the back of her shirt.

Adjusting her so she was sat in the dip between her now crossed legs, Lauren begins to rock herself back and forth whilst beginning to hum underneath her breath.

She once again finds herself stuck on what to say.

It had been three months since the last self harming incident, and while she knew relapses happened and were absolutely normal, she was confused as to why it was apparent big Camila was taking the blame for something little Camila had done.

This sort of thing had never happened before.

"Talk to mama baby. Tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours" she whispers, her lips pressing oh so gently to the back of the girls head.

Camila sniffles and shakes her head.

Lauren frowns, "why not? Mhhh? Mama won't be mad. I just want you to feel okay" she voices what she thinks may be the problem.

The small girl pulls herself back ever so slightly, her teary brown eyes flickering up to make contact with Lauren's own.

The mother leans in and presses a tiny peck to her nose, "it's okay baby. Talk to me" her voice was barely above a whisper as her hand slips underneath her shirt so the pads of her fingers could trail gently over the bare skin.

Closing her eyes at the feel of her mama's lips, Camila tentatively opens her mouth to talk as her hands distractedly play with the front of her shirt, "I thought that if...if I take the punishment you won't have to punish little me"

"Hey, no no no. I don't want you ever to think like that. You know what happens when you do this. It becomes a repetitive, vicious circle that's almost impossible to get out of." She starts, her baby's words, her voice leaving what felt like was a scar on her heart. "If big you wanted to take the punishment, you should have come to me. We could have talked and I would have understood. I know it's hard, I get it baby trust me, but I don't want you ever taking a blade to your skin again. Not ever" was all she could find herself to say as her arms circle the girls back and pull her close to her chest.

"I'm sorry mama" Camilas voice cracks audibly, and Lauren's heart breaks even more.

She cups the back of her baby's head, "don't apologize my beautiful girl. It's all okay."

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"Mama?"

Forcing her eyes open, Lauren sees her baby's dainty figure in the doorway of her room.

Letting a sleepy smile slip onto her face, she pulls back the covers and shifts over so she was no longer in the center of the bed.

Of course Camila doesn't hesitate to rush into her arms, and as her half asleep frame clumsily cuddles into the most safest place ever, a tiny, almost shy hand makes it's way up her mothers shirt to rest on her breast.

Lauren couldn't help but roll her eyes in amusement. Could she be any more obsessed?

"Go ahead my love"

You don't have to tell Camila twice.

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