*****Camila's POV*****
"How are you feeling today, Camila?" "I'm the same, Dr. Sullivan" I mutter out quietly. "It seems that you've lost your stutter. That's good" she smiles lightly, writing it down on her clipboard. I had been seeing this therapist since Dinah was taken. They thought professional help would keep me stable. It helped, but it still wasn't what I needed.
"How is your new prescription settling in?" I was on anti depressants. They changed what type and my dose so many times in the last month that I thought I could've overdosed. "It makes me drowsy but it's doing better than the others" I mumble, playing with my thumbs.
"Camila, sweetheart..." She started when like she usually did when she had more news. Usually bad news. Last time we talked like this, it was about Dinah... And how our baby would be due around Thanksgiving. If I could have them back, I'd be complete. That's all I want. They're all I need.
"Camila?.... Did you hear me?" She waved her hand in front of my face, getting my attention. "No. I'm sorry, can you say it again please". I was playing with the ring, a ring that Dinah's captor sent me. It was her great grandmother's ring. And until she came back, it was mine.
"Dinah's family, mainly her father, wants to press charges on someone" she says to me slowly. I see her holding out her hand to me, and that's how I know it's bad. I grab hers, enjoying the comforting warmth. This is the first time I've really made physical contact for so long.
"They want to press charges on me... I know" I sigh. Her father never liked me. He wanted to use any reason who could to get me away from her. He wanted to keep his child safe no matter what the cost. Even if it as her happiness.
And I understood him completely. He needed answers. We all did. All he wanted was a sense of closure. Me, preferred not knowing whether she was dead or alive. If I knew, it would hurt us all more. Knowing she's dead would mean she's gone. Knowing she's alive would mean she's suffering. Both were bad. Both scared me.
"Camila, I can get you a good lawyer and help you out so y-". "They want answers. So do I. I understand they want someone to blame. If I have to stand trial, I'll do it". Even though I'm looking towards my feet, I knew her face was stunned, and probably a little sad. An 18-year old so done with everything that jail doesn't even scare her. Nothing scares me more than losing Dinah and our baby.
"I scheduled you a flight to California and Dinah's cousin, Thomas, said he can pick you up. I want you to go there and talk to the Hansens. Try to work something out". I just nodded and accepted my boarding pass. I have nothing to lose.
*****Dinah's POV*****
"Wakey wakey, sweetheart" I heard her menacing voice ring through the room. I lifted my head up from the ground, my head throbbing as I opened my eyes. "Alexa, I don't feel well". She just smirked at my pain, until I leaned forward the threw up on her shoes. "Ugh, dirty bitch". She had workers of hers come get me out of my cuffs, and drag me down to a room.
It was nicer than the one I was kept it. It was a small carpeted room with a small bed, dresser with a TV, and a bathroom. Maybe I was getting an upgrade? "Clean yourself up Hansen. We have plans tonight" she spoke through the door. "Where are we going?" "Get yourself together and I'll tell you. Your clothes are on the bed" she yelled.
So I took the clothes she left on the bed and went into the bathroom. The minute I stepped into the shower, I broke. Everything I was feeling poured out of me all at once.
I laid my head against the wall in front of me, water pouring over my face as I cried. "I miss you s-so much Mila". My heart ached everyday without her. She needed to know that I was alive. I had to send her a sign somehow. I had to let her know all I could.
I quickly got out of the shower, putting on the clothes Alexa laid out for me. "You got got five minutes in there Hansen" she yelled from our site the door. That's all the time I needed. I started picking up things I could utilize as weapons. Toothbrush, a hand mirror(which I could take glass from), and a pair of tweezers. I'm either gonna kill this bitch or escape. Hopefully the second option was all I needed.
I heard the door bust open, so I slid everything into my pocket and prayed that she didn't see anything. "Let go of me" I yell as I'm dragged out by her henchmen. But on the way out, I look up and see my way out. A window in the bathroom. I was getting the hell out of here. I was getting back to my Wallz.
I sat limply as I was dragged outside, and to a small plane. Alexa was in the back with me, wearing a very nice outfit. "Where are you going?" I ask. "We're going to see someone very important. I at least thought I should look nice since it might be the last time she see's me". The evil glint in her eyes only made me more nervous. Whatever she had planned was going to be terrible.
The plane landed in a secluded area, and then we took a car the rest of the way there. Until we ended up at a hospital. "Why..... Why are we here?" I knew this couldn't be good. I recognized this hospital and I knew something was wrong. Someone in my life was hurt. And she was going to make me suffer.
We walked through the back, and up a few flights of stairs until we ended up in a room. "Look in, but if you make any wrong moves...." she whispered to me,a gun being pressed to my back. I just nodded as she walked in, her workers holding me back with a gun. And that's when I looked in and saw something terrible.
I saw Camila.... Sitting by the hospital bed. I know I should've been happy she wasn't on it. But I also wasn't happy with who was. Tears poured down my face from seeing her so pale and weak. It was her time...she was dying. And I couldn't even come in to say goodbye. My great-grandmother, Sepi.
I had a Bluetooth slipped into my ear, and I could hear what they were saying. "I know I'm not the one you want to see. But I just wanted to say thank you for everything you've done. You brought so much to this world and I just wanted to make sure you know how m-much I ap-p-preciate it". Camila's voice started to crack as she reached the end of her rant.
She stood up and gently grabbed her hand, rubbing her thumb over it. "I will find her. I will make sure to bring her to you the minute that I do. And I will never, ever let her go. I'll find her and I'll make her my wife. I will do everything I can to take care of your family. Each and every one of them". I could just feel my heart breaking. I had to let her know I was alive somehow. So I unhooked a bracelet that she bought me on a boardwalk and let it hit the ground. Sliding it under the door. It had "Caminah" printed on it, and the date we officially started dating.
Please find this Camila. Please come find me.
Alexa was a monster. She caused all of us so much pain, and then had the audacity to hug Camila while she cried in front of me. "That bitch" I mumbled out of my breath, but then I felt the gun to my head. "Strike two today, Hansen" he growled. Alexa came back before I did anything stupid. "Take her back to the island, put her in a room. And give her something to eat. We're bringing her back here tomorrow... Alone".
Was she going to let me go? Why was she being nice to me all of a sudden. "Oh sweetheart, I'm not letting you go" she giggled, grabbing my chin with her fingers. "You're lucky I don't bite your fucking hand off" I growl out, and she pulls away. "Never mind, don't feed her".
And then I'm dragged back to the plane with Alexa sitting outside of it. "You'll be lucky if you leave me alive. I am going to make you suffer like you did to him. I am going to destroy you" she laughed. Even through her threats, I wasn't giving into fear.
This bitch couldn't break me if she tried.
