The Abused and The Hurt//Camren//(COMPLETED)#Wattys2019

Warning

Lauren's POV
*15 days and until meet up*

It's almost been about a month since I've last been to the institution. Normani has suggested for me to stay away from the place until she gives me a call about Mike. Not that I don't mind, but it's also been awhile since I've seen Camila.

Since they don't allow any sort of technology, expect for restricted computers to some patients, there was no way of me reaching her. Sure Dinah would call and give me intel but it wasn't the same as going to see her.

I felt bad honestly. This is the longest we've gone without seeing each other and I know Camila's mind can get the best of her sometimes. Dinah said that she made it clear to Camila about the situation, but I still feel bad.

At this point I don't know where me and Camila stand. I don't know where our love lies. Sure we've shared kisses, hugs, adorable comments, and flirtatious moments. But we haven't really confirmed nothing yet. Of course I'm not wanting to rush anything or place pressure.

It's just confusing a little.

Camila's mind is still pure and innocent. The only thing, that I know of, that haunts her mind is with her parents. It's so fucked up how they just left her there. All alone. So young too. Like what was the purpose of that?

Camila hasn't yet to experience the outside world.

For me it's a whole lot more different. While Camila is oblivious to anything. I'm struggling to withstand reality. I'm struggling to have food, water, a home, and medical needs for my siblings. I'm going out every night and smuggling whatever I can from grocery stores to bring it back home.

I can't apply for a job since I don't even have a high school diploma yet. I've been sidetracking my online school just to be there for my family. It used to be so much easier when Tyrone was around but ever since what happened I refused to talk to him.

Not matter how many times he's left messages, calls, and even show up at my front door I was turn him away. The scratches he left got bigger and they sting now. It's been so long since that happened. They've yet to healed.

I think I'm at a point where my body can't protect me and heal no more that whatever type if abuse is lashed upon it will just stay as it is. My body and skin is so fragile now and it drains the life out of me to keep going and push forward.

I've been praying to the man upstairs to help me keep going and gain my strength back. I have yet to see any changes. I'm obviously not blaming him. I'm blaming myself.

I haven't been to my mother's gravestone for awhile now as well. I usually go everyday to visit her, but drama always pops up and I always have places to be I haven't had time or unable to make time to see her.

I miss her.

Chris insist for me to stay home all day today. I can't do that though I have to get more supplies for us. I still need to clean up this house. He knows that every day is a constant battle. He knows every day I'm becoming weaker. He knows things maybe I don't understand or see. He's smart. He gets it from mom.

Taylor tries to cheer me up with little games and cuddles. She tries to get me to play with her, but I can never do it. I can never seem less miserable around them. When I'm in the house I feel dead. I feel like life won't get better. Taylor sees that. She knows I'm not happy. That's why she tries with everything she knows to cheer me up. Sure I crack a smile here and there. But there fake. Taylor gets her determination and dorkiness from mom.

What scares me is that I feel all to similar to Mike.

When Mike was my father he did everything he could to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. My mom couldn't work since before the accident she was diagnosed with breast cancer. A tumor in both breast. So she constantly had to be in and out of the hospital to get treatments. I was younger then and I couldn't help Mike get food and such like I do now.

Mike would have several jobs to earn enough money to pay rent and other bills. Also to provide food and water. Sure some days we go out to have fun at attractions and stuff, but those days were very very rare. I grew up in a very humble home. So I appreciated anything we had and never cared what we didn't have.

But now with accident.

Mom's death.

Mike's abuse and mental state.

I'm the one providing everything for my siblings. Mike isn't here at home anymore to play 'parent'. He isn't here to protect us. He isn't everywhere at different jobs to earn money. He isn't here.

Now I play that role. I play the role of providing and protecting. Mike would be drained just like I am. Mike would be frustrated like I am. Mike seemed to just wanna give up. So did I.

That's what scares me.

I feel as though I will just give up. Make stupid decisions for my own benefit to escape reality. Not giving two shit to world about what other people think. I can't have that. I don't want to be like him. I can't be like him. But it's in my DNA.

"Lo this pink envelope was in the mailbox. It has your name on it.", I was pulled out of my thoughts with Taylor's voice.

I looked down at the envelope she presented to me. I raised my eyebrow and took it from her.

To- Lauren M. Jauregui Morgado

From- The government and CPS

Your warning.

I gulped down a huge lump in my throat. The bold words bled through my eyes several times. I felt my mouth go dry and all the limbs in my body felt numb.

"Umm Tay. Go to room please.", I ordered.

"What is it Lo?", Taylor asked curiously.

"Nothing sweetheart. It's ok alright?", I tried to reassure.

"Ok big sissy.", Taylor said.

She happily ran back upstairs to play know her room. I waited till I heard her door slam close and I headed off to the kitchen to read what the letter had to say. I know Normani had warned me about this. I just didn't think it would be this soon.

Dear Miss. Jauregui,

We know that life is a struggle right now. We'd like to apologize for the lost off your mother. Also we'd like to inform that you're not alone from justice of abuse from your father. That will be taken care of.

As much as we hate doing this. It's law. You are still a minor Miss. Jauregui. According to our updated profile, last month you turned 17. Congratulations. But it's still not 18. You are not yet considered to be an adult. You do not have any sort of custody of your siblings. There for we must follow protocol and take action.

We know that you've been informed by Miss. Hamilton that this was a chance of happening. We the government and CPS wanted to give you a chance, but by law we cannot. This is your warning Miss. Jauregui. If we do not have your consent soon.

We. Will. Take. Action.

Oh god.

No this can't be happening. Not now. Not yet.

Do they honestly think I'm just gonna give them up that easily? I'm not gonna give my consent.

I refuse.

If they wanna get them. They'll have to through me first. I don't care what happens to me.

"I will not let the only family I have left be taken away from me."