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

Arguments

Camila's POV
*3 days later after the abortion*

I haven't heard from Lauren. I was growing very very worried. I haven't seen her since after she told me about her pregnancy. And that was awhile back.

Dinah was starting to get on my nerves. Everytime I wanted to visit Lauren to check on her Dinah always made some kind of excuse. I don't see why she doesn't like Lauren anymore. I mean she's never done anything wrong or offensive. So why the hell would Dinah be all moody against her?

I was growing exhausted of this place. I feel like I'm grown enough now and old enough to make my own decisions. I mean of you think about it I haven't really been the same since when I first arrived at the institution and I was very young. I'm not longer as nervous, I can actually talk to people now, I've been exposed to the world, I haven't suffered no story term memory loses, and I don't really need to take my medications anymore.

I feel better in the sense. Yet, I still can't be my own person. Dinah doesn't let me. I'm forbidden to do so. Which I find stupid because I feel like I can't have a mind of my own. Not that I really had one to begin with, but that's besides the point.

I've spoken with Normani and Ally about how I felt and they just tell me to take it easy on Dinah and give her time.

Time

IT. IS. ALWAYS. ABOUT. TIME.

I swear I'm starting to envy that word. That's all Dinah seems to think, time. She always would tell me when I was younger that time would take its place in things. Time was always the key. Waiting and patience was always the way. Well I'm tired of waiting. My patience has run out. I'm tired of time.

I wanna be out on my own already. I want to be with Lauren. I don't wanna be here with all the 'sick' people. I wanted to be free. I wanted to be me.

When I was abandoned I was always locked up like an animal in a cage. Never leaving unless I needed to be somewhere. I could only feel a single touch of the outside, get a glimpse of the colors, and smell the freshness of the air. Only just for a split second then I get locked back up again.

I want to be a free bird already. I needed to spread my wings and start creating my own life. A new chapter in my story. A chapter I never believed would ever exist since I've been so blinded to what reality was. All I knew was suffering, sickness, cold, heartless, and the want of death. Now I'm not blinded. I understand things so much better. I know what things are. I can write better now. I can speak more fluently. I can read more cleanly. I can do things for myself now.

Yet, Dinah doesn't fucking let me.

Well I'm gonna change that. I will give Dinah a piece of my mind.

Speaking of the doctor I heard my door open and the familiar fragrance of the Polynesian women filled my room. Dinah looked at me tiredly. Must be a busy day today.

"Hey Mila I'm sorry I'm late there's so many patients on my schedule today and it's all hectic and stressful.", Dinah breathed out as she sat on one of the chairs while rubbing her temples.

"Odd, you usually don't have patients to take care of. It's mostly me.", I said, trying my best not to burst all suddenly.

Dinah sighed "I know Chancho, but a lot of employees are off today and now I have to do most of there work for them. They may be off, but not the patients."

"Is Normani helping at least?", I asked.

"Normani doesn't nearly have as many patients as I do, but she's got to deal with the more aggressive and disordered ones. She's only been to ten of them that are in her list and she already has bags under her eyes because of exhaustion.", Dinah said.

"Sucks to suck I guess.", I teased.

"Ha ha very funny. Anyway whatchu up to?", Dinah asked curiously.

"Can I go visit Lauren?", I asked the same question I've been asking for days for the millionth time.

Dinah groaned "I already told her Mila I'm not taking to see Lauren. Especially if I'm needed here at this time."

"Dinah I worried about her! I haven't heard anything from her since she's told me about the pregnancy. I want to know how she is. ", I said irritatedly.

"Mila I said no already ok?", Dinah rolled her eyes.

"No it's not 'ok' I miss her Dinah and I need to see how she's doing. How the baby in her stomach is doing.", I exclaimed.

"Who gives a fuck about the baby? That whore of a girlfriend cheated on you.", Dinah growled.

"For the thousandth fucking time Dinah she. didn't. fucking. cheat! She was raped! An act only a twisted person could commit. She was tied down! And she had a bandana covering her mouth to prevent her from screaming! She couldn't get help! She never wanted this to happen!", I snapped.

"We're you there Mila? Huh? Did you see it happen?!", Dinah stood up and clutched her fists.

"No you dumbass! You decided it was time to bring me back here instead of being with my girlfriend! But I saw the pictures, I saw the look on Lauren's face when she told me the story and the child inside of her, I saw the bruises and marks from the tools the sinful guy used! I saw the evidence and proof Dinah! So don't you dare call my girlfriend a whore and don't EVER accuse her if cheating!", I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"How dare you yell at me like that!", Dinah screamed.

"How dare me?! HOW DARE ME?! HOW DARE YOU FOR FUCKING LOCKING ME UP HERE 24/7! HOW DARE YOU KEEP ME FROM THE LIFE I WANT TO LIVE! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT I'VE GROWN STRONGER THAN WHAT I USED TO BE!", I yelled right in Dinah's face.

"I DON'T CARE CAMILA! I REALLY DON'T!", Dinah shouted.

I don't know why... but her saying that... actually hurt me... a lot.

"You don't care? You don't care about the progress I have made? You don't care that I can see and feel myself feel better after all these years?", I said in more soft and sad tone.

"No Mila I didn't mean it like that... I... don't cry.", Dinah's expression softened and her fists relaxed.

It was too late. Tears poured out from my eyes and ran down my cheek. This time I was the one who clutched my fists.

"You're fucking selfish! All you care about is yourself!", I shouted.

Dinah eyes widened "Excuse me? I'm selfish?! If that was the case I wouldn't have spent all of my damn time and years trying to help you get better. Help you heal. Help you at least fucking smile for once! I did everything I possibly could just for YOU! This is all for you Camila! So don't come at me and saying I'm selfish!", Dinah's eyes flared into mine.

I didn't know what to say to her. I started to feel myself become overwhelmed. My heart was beating way too fast. I felt the walls close around and held onto my head as voices started to flood my head. I fell to the floor feeling weak.

"Shit.", I heard Dinah curse and she quickly picked me up and carried me to my bed.

She set me down and went to her "spot" in my room. She was prepping something before rushing to my side. I felt a sharp sting in my arm as felt a syringe inject liquid into me. My heart rate settled back down and the voices fled from my head. I was able to breathe properly.

God that was horrible. Maybe I wasn't ok still.

"Are you ok?", Dinah asked softly.

I nodded. I couldn't talk.

"You should rest Mila.", Dinah cooed as she ran her fingers through my hair.

I coughed harshly and nodded.

I reached up to Dinah's mane of hair and did the same thing she was doing to me. Except when my hand untangled from her hair, there large chunk of blonde in my hand. I looked at it confused and looked back at Dinah who lowered her and tears fell from her eyes.

"D-Dinah?", I spoke in soft, husky whisper.

After a few minutes of me trying my best to wipe all of Dinah's tears away while she cried. Dinah spoke with her voice cracking.

"I have cancer."