Shutter ➳ Camren

Chapter Twenty Five

Dinner was going well at first, Camila and dad talking about Camila's work, Taylor was curios as always, Chris was not being an ass after I begged him yesterday to make this easier for me and mom's silently eating the paella with too much garlic she made and I thought maybe it won't be as bad as I thought it would be.

After a few minutes of not talking, mom start to ask Camila if she knew about the girls I dated before, how many were they, how every time I come over for dinner I have another girl with me. She's fucking insinuating that next time I come back here, we won't be together anymore. I let that slide because it's not entirely false, about the girls I mean, but then she started asking about Camila's parents and what they thought about our relationship.

Camila was cool answering her questions, even mentioned that Sinuhe and Alejandro have met me already and they said they liked me. Clara was taken by surprise by that revelation and I had my little victory dance in my head.

That did it though, no more pleasantries in my mother's part and started questioning the kind of parenting Camila's parents are doing.

I opened my mouth to counter my mother but Camila's hand on my knee stopped me. She answered, the magnificently elegant way that she does, told Clara how that kind of thing doesn't matter to them as long as she's happy.

That stupefied my mom and the rest of the dinner, she drove her spoon and fork hard on the plate, making loud annoying noise. Fuck knows how the taste of the food makes it hard to swallow but the noise of the cutleries is ringing through my ears, knowing it's a reflection of my mother's dementia, makes it far worse.

We left shortly after that, it is all I could be before I lash out on Clara. I don't want Camila to see that, it won't be a pretty sight. So we said goodbye, a curt one on for my dear mother, and I pull Camila out of that house I know it would take a long while before I could stomach going back in.

"I'm sorry," I finally say after a while and finally look at my girlfriend who's driving rather slowly than she normally does. "I knew that was going to happen but I was really hoping that it would be different this time. But it didn't. She doesn't fucking see anything, she's a closed minded cow." My throat starts to tighten and I swallowed a couple of times to stop the tears spilling out my eyes.

I blink and take deep breaths to control my emotions but I'm finding it really hard. My mother wounded me a lot of times but this is one of the worst. It hit me straight in the gut.

I was startled when the car starts moving off the road towards the side. Camila parks by the sidewalk in front of a brick house and goes out. I meekly watched as she rounds the car and opens my door, pulling me out the car and wraps her arms around me so tightly I couldn't breathe for a second. But she loosens it later on and she peppers my face with kisses.

Her sweet gestures made me hold on to her and cry silently. She murmurs sweet nothings to my ear as she holds me strongly in her arms.

"It's okay Lo, it will be alright. I'm here, I'm always going to be here. I promised you that."

"It's unfair," I was able to stutter out.

"I know," she soothes and strokes my hair. "It's okay."

"No," I say and pull away to face her. "It's not okay. You're fucking amazing and Clara had to disregard all of that just because you're a girl? It's the most fucking unfair thing."

I know I'm acting like a child, pouting my lips and all, complaining about things that won't change even if I cry myself sick about them.

"It sucks, I know. Anything I could do to make you feel better?" she asks me softly.