𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

Dedicated to: My Dad❤️.

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Camilla's POV.

   I yawned for the tenth time and tried hard to stay awake. Freddie and I had to stay in the police station where Adler was being detained.

Freddie was doing all the work. I had written my statements and even though I wanted to be sure Adler was locked, I couldn't wait to go home.

"Are you sure the door is tight?" I asked the female officer who held the keys to Adler's cell.

She looked at me and smiled assuring me.

"Yes. Very very tight." She replied and I nodded.

"Don't worry. He would get what he deserves. Fortunately, you have an eyewitness that would help you with your case." She added.

I smiled and nodded satisfied.

"Would he spend a lot of time in there?" I asked her and she smiled.

"Long enough according to his punishment. If you have a good lawyer, it could be long. He already has a prior. And he was on probation. That's pretty messed up." She replied and I felt myself laugh myself to death inside.

"Good. That's just great." I said and I sighed feeling relieved.

So am I free? I wanted to ask but I couldn't voice it out.

For a reason, a whirlwind of emotions swept over me and I felt suffocated. I had to stand up and rush out of the station. I was welcomed with different sounds but I also received a certain degree of breeze and air.

My chest couldn't stop rising and being unsettled. Who would have thought that I could really be free from him. I know that this would always be a punishment because of what I had done in the past. I know this is just me reaping what I sowed.

But can it all end now? All the trauma, all the bad memories that have been stuck in my head and in my heart, can it all end now?

Can I really look at my family with my chin up? Can I really have friends who would have my back? Can I really love, love someone without being afraid of maybe, per chance I could be deprived of it again?

Could I really be a new person? Without the scars?

I held my chest as I sat down on the steps without thinking I would be looked at weirdly or being stared at.

"Camilla?" I heard.

I looked back and I saw Freddie standing beside me with a worried look on his face.

"Come on now Camilla. You're fine. You're alright." He said. He extended his hand for me to take and I sighed.

Or maybe I could really be new, maybe I could really try my best to be better with people who cares about me. With people I know care about me.

"Dad." I called and I could feel his eyes blink probably flustered.

My eyes became teary and before I knew it, they were pouring. They were pouring and I couldn't control them. I took his hand and stood up. Then he hugged me tight and patted my back assuringnly.

"Thank you Dad. Thank you." I said amidst the tears.

"Thank you too Camilla. Thank you for being safe." He said.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for everything." I apologized, my body shooting because of my bawl. 

"It's alright now Camilla. It's alright." He said and I sniffled.