Lauren's POV
Son of a bitch, shit! it hurts a lot.
I stood up a little, waiting for the unbearable pain to pass.
I know that the pain I was feeling is nothing because I don't have what the men have in the middle of them, but still it hurt a lot.
When the pain passed, I went home spitting fire, ran up the stairs and went straight to Taylor's room, when I entered I found Camila sitting alone, on the bed passing her hand on her arm, her eyes were full of tears and some went down her cheek, I closed.
So she noticed my presence, she didn't try to show that she was crying.
“What do you want?” whe asked, looking at “did you come to finish breaking my arm?” she said, now looking at his arm.
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair, nervous. At that moment, my mom came in.
“Mila dear, who... ”then she saw her tears “what happened?!” Clara asked.
She approached Camila, looking at her arm.
“Oh my God, how did that happen to you?” she asked, running her hand over her arm.
I closed my eyes, waiting for her to tell her everything.
“I hit myself.” she said simply.
I opened my eyes and looked at her, completely confused.
“How?” she asked, worriedly.
“I don't know exactly, I'm a bit clumsy.” she forced a smile.
“I'm going to buy something to put you there..” she said, getting up.
“It's not necessary” she tried, but my mom had already left.
“Why didn't tell her it was me?” I asked her.
“My problem is with you and I will solve it only with you...” sh said looking at me
“I don't have to accuse you to solve it. ”
I looked at her, very surprised trying to think of anything to say, and then I approached her sitting in front of her.
She went to the other side of the bed, looking at me scared.
“You look tired..” I said with the lowest voice I could “Let me see your hand.”
I grabbed her arm, now carefully, startled by the huge mark I caused there, and sighed.
Camila continued to look at me, a cautious and frightened look, as if I was going to twist her arm at any moment, or something like that.
“I'm going to look for an ointment.”
I said, getting up “don't go.”
“If you had one, why did not you tell your mom? She went to the pharmacy to buy.” Camila asked.
“She was halfway there.” I shrugged
“And don't start drama, the pharmacy is on the other side of the street. ”
Camila blushed a little and turned her attention to her arm, I went to get the ointment that was in my room, when I returned, I then asked.
“Where's Taylor?” I said looking at the side.
“Out there with Chris.” she answered
“Hm, I didn't even know she had already returned to the house.” I sat down again in front of her and placed some ointment on my finger.
“It may burn.” I told her and she moved her arm away at the moment “what's up Camila, are you a woman or a mouse?”
“A mouse, I think.” she teased, holding her arm.
“Stop the nonsense.” I said seriously “ it will hurt much more if I don't put this on your arm.”
“Okay fine” she sighed, giving up.
Then she stretched her arm again,
I put my hand on my leg and ran my finger over the injured mark, she closed her eyes and held the sheet with the other hand.
“It's burning...” she said, trying to push her arm away.
“It is going to burn” I said blowing and running my finger lightly on her arm.
“It's taking a long time to pass... ?” she said impatiently, still wanting to take her arm out of my hands.
“Take it easy...” I said seriously, “then it might get worse” I teased, and she looked at me, her eyes wide “hey, I'm kidding...”
“Don't play with that..” she said.
I made circular movements with my finger on the mark, feeling bad about that.
“Can you forgive for this?” I indicated the brand.
“Everything's fine.” she looked at me
“Apologize for the blow.” she said and smiled “but, I won't pass the ointment where it is hurting you.” I wanted to laugh.
I remained serious with her comment, I ended up letting go the need to laugh.
“You never smile?” she asked, looking at me.
“I don't like to laugh... ”
“Why not?” she moved her hair to the side “a smile improves everyone's day.”
“I just do not like to laugh, without any reason” I said, putting the matter over.
Camila understood that and then spoke again, about another matter.
“You don't have to help me anymore.” whe said, pushing her arm away, “and you don't have to put up with my questions either...” she looked at me “I won't tell anything.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked confused.
“I'm talking about that you don't need to do these things just so I don't tell your mom the truth.”
I looked for a few seconds, very surprised, but then my blood began to boil.
I never did this for anyone, I never even lent my ointment, nor for my mom, for some reason I did this for her, not knowing what and now she comes to tell me that it was because of fear? Yes, I exploded.
“Don't be an idiot girl.” I got up.
“I don't have problems with a punishments,
I don't comply.” I said looking at her
“If you want to tell my mom, the decision is yours, I'm not going to stop you and do things so you won't tell her.” I said nervously- sincerely, it's because of people like that, that I don't smile.
After I said that, I left the room closing the door.