•~Telepathic~• | Camilo Madrigal x OC

Broken Trust

-Camilo's pov-

I walked Amira home that afternoon, although she continuously tried to delay our arrival by pointing out various shops and stalls. I didn't hold her back, I saw the amount of stress that burdened her.

Although the second she closed her front door behind her, I immediately heard her irritated voice shouting. I sat on her front porch in case she came back out, when she didn't I assumed she just went back up to her room.

'I'll come back later tonight, I've got dinner soon and Abuela hates when I'm late,' I told her.

'No worries...'

'I'm sorry, I'll be with you as soon as I can.'

'I know.'

I love you.

-Amira's pov-

"Amira-"

"WHAT THE HELL MAMA!?" I cut her off, determined to give her a piece of my mind.

"YOU MARRIED SOMEONE WITHOUT EVEN TELLING ME!? YOUR OWN DAUGHTER!?" I balled my fists, gritting  my teeth furiously as I glared at her.

Her new husband was standing next to her, giving mama a concerned look. The girl named Peggy was sitting on the couch, her body and facial expression as stiff as can be.

"..." Mama didn't say anything.

"Wow. I must not be that important then," I rolled my eyes, subsequently storming off into my room. Without hesitation I slammed the door behind me.

I slumped down on the edge of my bed.

'I'll come back later tonight, I've got dinner soon and Abuela hates when I'm late,' I told her.

'No worries...'

'I'm sorry, I'll be with you as soon as I can.'

'I know,' I sighed, supporting my head up with my palm.

-Camilo's pov-

"Good afternoon sobrino, is something wrong?" Tía Julieta greeted me as I slumped on a kitchen stool. Lazily lying the side of my face on the counter.

"Eh, just the usual," I groaned.

"Is this your way of tricking me into giving you a pity arepa?" Tía raised an eyebrow.

"No, but a pity arepa would be appreciated," I sigh dramatically.

"Then what's on your mind?"

"I don't know," I mumble, "maybe I'm just tired."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm," I assure her, Tía nods in response, turning back to continue cooking. I stare at the wall, the white noise of the sizzling stove playing in the background. Without thought, I exaggerated another pronounced sigh, catching Tía's attention again.

"Okay, what's on your mind cariño?" She says, her voice filled with solicitude. Though not taking her eyes of the food.

I wish I could tell you Tía, but Amira doesn't want me to.

"I shouldn't say anything..." I grumbled, barely audible enough to reach her ears.

Camilo you idiot, that's the worst thing you could've said. Now she's just going to get even more curious.