Forever love

Chapter 9

Camila's P.O.V

I stepped into the bathroom holding the clothes she had given me and I closed the door.

Lauren, lauren, lauren why was she the only thing going through my mind? She was the most rude and arrogant person I have ever met yet if it wasn't for her I would probably have gotten raped or worse...killed.

She saved me, she protected me and I can't help but feel guilty for the condition she is in. Seeing her like that was just awful and she still didn't worry about herself but she was making sure I am okay.

I can't help but wonder, does she care for me? Then why the hell is so mean and distant to me?

I took of my wet clothes and got into the shower. As the hot water hit my back, I felt pure bliss and then my body began warming up. I looked to my wrists, they were red and sore, from when the man tried to hold me down.

After the shower I got out dried myself and my hair. I slipped into Laurens clothes...they smelled so good...just like her...vanilla.

I looked in the mirror and almost laughed at how stupid I looked, I was holding part of the sweatshirt to my face and taking a big sniff. That was probably one of my new favourite smells ever.

I held the handle of the door and prepared myself to confront Lauren. I had to talk to her. I needed to know so much. I stepped out of the bathroom into her room my eyes setting on her, she was sitting on the bed. Instantly I felt my eyes widen, her stomach area, her white shirt was soaked with...blood.

She noticed my shock and looked down to her stomach. She quickly got up almost falling again. I ran forward sitting her back down, I had to help her. "I told you, I am fine" she said breathing heavily. She was sweating like crazy, she was far from fine.

"Look I know you don't like me and you don't want to talk but let me help you, stop being so stubborn!" I snapped. She didn't say anything after that. I was panicking, this was not good.

"Wheres is the medical supplies?" I asked.

She lifted her hand and pointed to the left drawer next to the closet. I quickly opened it and took out a couple bandages.

I then went back into the bathroom and wet a cloth. I walked back to her, the colour was drained from her face and she looked as if she would pass out.

She looked at me in confusion as without a second thought. I lifted her blood soaked t-shirt of her body....she was not wearing a bra...omg what have I done?! I just flashed myself with her...uhm...moving on.

She was badly injured, my heart sank. This made me feel so angry, how dare they do this to her? And I was hit with a pang of guilt, this was all because she was protecting me.

My eyes wandered to her chest and then her abdomen, her abs were so prominent and I couldn't help but stare and appreciate her beauty.

"Look just... g..give me the stuff...I w...will do..it...you...don't have to ...do...do...th..this..."she barely managed to say. I covered her mouth with my hand and looked her in the eyes shaking my head.

"This is going to hurt..." I whispered. I then took the cloth and started dabbing it on her wound, it was so deep and was bleeding excessively.

Soon my hands were covered in blood. I usually would pass out as I have always hated seeing blood and gruesome wounds. But nothing else mattered to me more in this moment than helping her.

She clenched her teeth each time, the cloth met with her flesh. I knew she was in agony and that made me want to cry. I kept running to the bathroom rinsing the cloth and dabbing the wound again. Once the wound was somewhat clean, it was still bleeding but not as severely.

I washed all her blood of my hands as quickly as possible.
I then took the bandages and wrapped it around her wound. I then looked in her closet and took out a black t-shirt and helped her put it on. She was breathing haphazardly and sweat was dripping of her pale face the whole time.

I found some painkillers and made sure she took them. I helped her lay flat on the bed getting her as comfortable as possible. She was really heavy due to her being so fit. Gosh she was really fit like damn...wait what...god Camila she is injured and you are admiring her...snap out of it.

Her face was also very bruised, I took some ointment and I sat beside her on the bed. She was looking at me. My eye's then found it's way to her eyes, this time they were green and grey yet again they were mesmerizing.

As she looked at me, my heart started beating faster, I thought it would fly out of my chest and I felt a million butterflies flutter in my stomach.

What was this feeling?

I took the ointment and started rubbing it on her swollen eye, she closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. Suddenly my other hand made its way to hers, surprisingly she held my hand back, squeezing it.

I was so grateful her eyes were closed so she couldn't see me smiling like crazy and how red my cheeks were. I continued running my fingers along her face, she was still so gorgeous despite being so roughed up.

Her face was perfect from her luscious eyebrows to her soft rose pink lips. I then realised I was touching her bottom lip and leaning so close....

She opened her eyes and I jumped back, my hand still in hers. She looked at me again. I was probably as red as a tomato and then I spoke "You need to rest now." I said getting up fast turning around but I was held back.

I started breathing even more heavy, I knew it was her, she was still holding my hand. I slowly turned and she looked at me not letting go of my outstretched hand.

"S...stay"

Did she really just say that? I was in awe and I felt my stomach do flips. She looked at me hopeful. I nodded my head trying to hide my happiness and went to pull a chair to sit in...she stopped me again and tapped the space on the other side of the bed.

She wanted me to...to oh my good god she wanted me to sleep next to her. Why am I so nervous and overjoyed at the same time? She still didn't let go of my hand, but I knew one thing was for sure, I had no intention of leaving her.

"Let me go turn of the lights, I am not going anywhere....I promise" I said before she finally let go of my hand.

I turned of the lights and slowly got into the bed next to her. The moonlight shone through the window and lit her face so magically. She was simply stunning.

Then I felt her hand reach for mine again and when our hands met I intertwined our fingers gently. I saw her close her eyes and then I did the same. The bed smelled like her too...my now favourite scent.

I buried my face in the pillow, smiling. The worst day of my life probably just turned into the most memorable. I closed my eyes, I have never felt safer before in my life. However I couldn't help but worry about Lauren, she definitely needed proper medical attention.

So everyone,a little camren for all of you😏❤ okay so I have just been in the camren feels lately, why can't they just be together, that makes me so sad and mad at the same time.😭Anyways as always hope y'all enjoy. 😁❤