Pretty Girl Tears

Chapter 28

"Short Skirt"

"Carrington"

Camila replied sleepy eyed as Fallon enter into the office fresh faced somehow after last nights little sporadic drinking session, she paused examining the girls rosy caramel cheeks as her hand wrote upon an already half filled document, she didn't look right.. she looked tense and fragile.. like a taped together broken vase

"....you ok?"

"Mhmm.."

Camila respond warmly, lifting her pooling brown eyes up to meet Fallon's relaxed stature, she wasn't even the slightest bit hostile or even raged, she was just calm.. genuinely concerned of her bosses weird behaviour, she paced forwards gently hunching herself into the pastel chair in front of the desk before taking a small tender breath

"Why ...don't we go and do something soon.. just me and you? Maybe get some of that anger out?"

"... how do you know I'm angry?"

Camila respond quickly furrowing her brows deeply as she place down the pen in her hand onto the cold glass below her feeling slightly uncomfortable on the woman's brush observation

"Uh look... I know anger problems when I see them and well.. you definitely have em.."

She began in the softest of tone she could, her voice was powerful she knew that.. and the last thing she wanted to do right now was come across in the wrong way rendering the girls mood in a harsh direction

"You're better at me than hiding it that's for sure but.. I see it in your eyes a lot, that painful fire that just builds and builds and builds.."

"You do?"

Camila lift her brow, softening her response as she transition her slender delicate hands under the table to tangle together her fingertips, the swallow was hard.. she hated the mention of her rage.. she was almost admittedly ashamed of it actually

"Yeah.. I mean that night when I came over and you were crying? I knew that was you angry rather than upset.. Camila I know how hard it is.."

"You really don't!"

She reply shaking her head into the desk with a nervous accompanying squirm Fallon immediately recognised as being insecure, like this was a part of herself she was hiding even considering everyone knew of her harsh nature, the mousy brown woman unfolded her leg looking up at the white ceiling before taking a shallow breath

"I do though? Your chest starts to burn and your palms feel tense.. every breath you take it's like this fight to keep your mouth shut? Exactly like with Lauren last night.. I could see that you were mad.. but you held it inside and now you just feel worse.."

"Yeah well, I promised her I'd never loose it on her.. I can't make that mistake again"

"Again?"

"Not her... someone else... it doesn't matter"

Camila trailed off lifting one of her hands back up onto the desk to roll the balled pen under her warm fingertips, trying best to distract herself as this wasn't really the kind of conversation she was expecting at 9:30 in the morning

"It does to me? Come on.."

Fallon plead, she cared somehow, related to the woman in ways she'd only discovered on that painfully traumatic day when she'd seen the girl crying herself into a sore throat on her lavish expensive couch..

"Well, I had this friend when I was 18.. she was always super nice to me when we worked together, even her family treat me like one of their own... but.. one day I accidentally came out to her.. some dumb passing conversation.. she said she supported me and would keep it a secret because I was so scared about people knowing.."