A/N: *TRIGGER WARNING*
Camila's POV
"Camila! Where the hell are you?!" Austin yelled full of rage.
"Tyler baby, go to your room okay?" I crouched down to my son eye level.
"Okay mommy. Daddy no hurt you?" Hearing him says those words makes me tear up.
"No baby, mommy will be fine." I put on a brave face and watch him walk to his room.
I turn around to see Austin standing directly in front of me with his fists clenched.
"Why do you think you have the audacity to kick me out the other night?!" Austin looks at me like he wants I rip me apart.
" When you physically kick me, I have the right to kick you out." I mumble under my breath. Unfortunately, I think it was loud enough for him to hear because next thing I know, there's his cold flesh of a fist hooking me in the stomach.
I cry out and fall to the floor in agonizing pain.
"What a sorry little bitch." He smirks while kicking me in the stomach twice.
I can't even make out words or a scream.
"You're a worthless piece of shit, you know that? I hope you rot in hell." He spits on me after saying those harsh words.
I barely start to get up and then he punches me in the face again, sending me crumbling back to the ground.
"Daddy no!" I hear Tyler scream from across the room.
"Go back to your room son, your mommy and I are just having a little talk." Austin lies.
I see Tyler start to run towards me and stand in front of me as he tries to make the fighting stop.
"Tyler, be a good boy and go back to your room." Austin says annoyed.
Tyler doesn't move.
"Tyler! Now!" Austin says while slapping Tyler across the face.
And that is when I snapped.
Tyler starts to cry and I jump up to my feet. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" I kick Austin as hard as I can in the groin and he falls to the floor.
I grab Tyler who is still crying and run out the door.
"Camila! Wait!" is the last thing I hear before running for what felt like hours with my son in my arms.
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A/N: yeah... that was a pretty intense one sorry. But I'll be posting more soon!
-Tiffany