Apple Tree - S.M + C.C

Confession

TW: Mention of rape, sexual abuse, suicide

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Camila woke up feeling cold tears on her pillow. She slowly got up and now pain felt even worse. She doesn't want to go to job today, she just can't look at anybody. Especially knowing that he is there.

She took long shower once again. This time she was sobbing and trying to catch some breath.

She felt like she is dying, like she is dead since yesterday.

When she got out she got message from Shawn but she left it on seen. It was just simple good morning from him.

She sat down on couch, trying to distract herself with tv.

But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't forget. She went to the kitchen, looking at food but she didn't felt hungry.

She wondered around her house like a lost puppy. Trying to find right distraction. And she finnaly did.

It is bottle of tequila.

She questioned herself if she is really going to drink at nine in the morning.

But it felt like right decision right now.

She opened it and took small gulp from bottle. She didn't liked it at first but it just became better. She consumed half of bottle before falling asleep on couch.

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Shawn looked down at phone, it's five pm and she still didn't said hello. He knows that she is not at work by seeing her snapchat location.

She didn't left her home whole day. He felt like something is very wrong. He wondered about all that could happen.

He decided to take matter in his own hands and got into car, as closer he got sicker he felt. It's like this detector in his stomach telling him that something isn't right.

He knocked on door and tried to open it. To his surprised it was unlocked, weird, Camila always locks her door.

He got in living room and smelled tequila. Then he spotted sleeping Camila with almost empty bottle of tequila.

He sighed, taking it from her hand and putting blanket over her. He kissed her head, moved her hair behind ear.

Then he saw bruise on side of her neck. He made concerned face.

"No please." Camila mummbled.

"Stop." She turned around, pushing Shawn's hand away.

Then she woke up, her breathing being rapid and uncontrolled.

"Camila, baby it's me." Shawn touched her shoulder, that was wrong move because she started crying more.

"It's me. Shawn." He repeated, not trying to touch her anymore.

She looked at him, calming down.

"Shawn. What are you doing here?" She asked.

"You didn't answered me so I decided to drive here." He responded.

Camila stayed quiet, knowing that he witnessed her breakdown.
"Baby what happened?"

He felt extremely worried and unwell. This sounds off, something wrong happened. He already suspected what it could be.

"This is different Shawn. Different from anything I told you before." Camila turned around to face him.

"Can you just hold my hand?" She asked and Shawn gladly took her hand in his.