Camilla's POV continues
I grab my phone and text Ashanti, her dad owns a jewellery store and they make custom jewellery. I ask her for a gold bracelet with the day we met engraved and I ask her to throw in a Rolex watch, the nicest one she can find. My bank can cover it, I have a lot of money from my biological parents as well as some money from my other set of parents.
Plus my siblings have been sending me monthly allowance every month since I was fourteen, that's three years of five siblings sending money twelve months a year and Arielle too, she has been sending me money since I was fifteen. So I'm pretty well off for an unemployed seventeen year old.
Tossing my phone on the bed, I drop onto the mattress. “It's done.” I whisper.
“I can't wait to see Mom, I miss her. I have not seen her all year.” She frowns.
I miss seeing both of my Mom's, mom Reina and Arieya. I like the sound of mom Arieya's name, the pronunciation is so cool, A-ray-yeah. I should have had a call name like that but instead I got a plain name.
Camilla. I like that they spelled it differently but it's still ordinary.
“Baby, do you miss your Mom?”
I turn to meet her gaze, propping myself on my pillow. “Yes, I do. I think about her all the time but I don't miss her as much as I should, my Mom made sure I never felt like I wasn't hers.” I tell her, and it's the honest truth. My parents never left a void, I sometimes forget I was born and raised by a different set of parents for the first years of my life.
“Do you remember her?”
I grin, a laugh escaping my parted lips. “Do I? Heck yeah I do, she is unforgettable. She had the prettiest eyes and her nickname for me was storm.”
Mirabelle giggles, “Really?”
I nod, “Yep, I didn't know Camilla was my name because most of the time, she called me storm. Dad says it's because she knew I was going to take the world by storm, she was sure of it but look at me..” I sigh. “Do you think she would be disappointed with me?” I ask, not knowing what she would think. She would tell everyone I was her storm and I would be like a coin, flip one side and I change. I think that part was my two personality disorder that everyone thinks I adopted from Tee.
“Why would she be disappointed? You're great Camilla, she would be beyond proud.”
I smile, reaching my hand over to pinch her cheeks. She doesn't let my attempt go further than a brush, she slaps my hand away before I get to pinch her. I feign maim and she laughs.
“Your mom sounds just as amazing as you.” She grins.
I let out a snorted laugh, shaking my head. “No, I don't hold a candle to her. She was remarkable in so many ways, I don't know her side of the family but I don't care. I like having her memories at the tip of my hand and lately, I haven't seen much of the homemade videos of her.”
“I would love to see them, will you show me?” She asks, battering her eyelids with a pout on her lips.
“Next time I go to Dark Moon, I will carry a few. But for now, you have to settle for my boring stories.” I whine.
“I love your boring stories as much as you love my whining from the lack of a mate at the ripe age of eighteen.”
I let out a laugh, my gaze shifting to the door as it swings wide open. Adrian is at the door, I look at him confused. “Belle, can I borrow my luna for a few minutes?” He asks, holding the door open for her to leave. I sat up straight, watching him. “Didn't you say you were leaving?”
“I did but I came back because I need to talk to you.”
I look over to Mirabelle and she sighs, rolling her eyes. She gets off the bed, walking to the door. “Fine. But I want her back in thirty minutes, I have no Molly or Rachael, so let me have a Camilla!” She tells Adrian, right before walking out.
He closes the door and begins parsing around, now even I'm getting agitated just watching him. “Adrian, what is it? You're making me nervous.” I let out.
Only then does he pause, now walking in my direction and I tense, picking up his negative energy and soaking it in. He doesn't take a seat beside me, now he crouches on one knee. I ease up when he takes my hand in his, eyeing me attentively.
“Camilla, you know I love you right?”
I nod immediately, I know he loves me, that's not a question to me anymore.
“Before I tell you anything, I need you to know that I didn't plan on this. I love you and I would never do it on purpose Mia, you are absolutely everything to me and I admit I've made some mistakes in the past but this-”
“For Christ sake,” I murmured, cutting his sentence short. I don't know why he is beating around the bush or why I can hear his heart beat pounding, but it's making me nervous too.
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and take a deep breath, my gaze never leaving his. “Tell me what happened and don't go back and forth between the future and past because the past is forgotten.” I told him.
He shakes his head, squeezing my hand tightly. “I just don't know how to say it.”
“You can tell me anything, I won't get mad and I won't judge you.” He shakes his head, telling me he can't say it but he needs to. I try my best to encourage him to tell me, assuring him that whatever it is we can fix together but nope, he doesn't listen. We go back and forth on the same topic until I get tired and snap, “Out with it or I'll pack my shit right now and leave for Midnight Saints since you don't trust me enough to tell me what is bothering you.” I warn. Pulling my hand from his I rose.
“Mia, no.” He pleads, his voice breaking at the 'no.' I wasn't serious when I said I was going to leave him, I would never leave Adrian. Adrian isn't just the love of my life, he is my happiness and he calls the monsters in my head as well as makes those under my bed go away. It's something I never expected would happen but it did, and now I can't deny how fulfilled I am.
Pausing in the direction of my wardrobe I sigh, “Adrian tell me what it is, don't sugarcoat it.”
“She's pregnant.” He blurts out, parsing around the room.
“Who is pregnant?”
“Angel.”
I don't respond, I simply watch him. Why would Angel being pregnant be his problem? Is he mad his ex is pregnant and should I be mad or something too?
“It's mine.”
“Hear me out Mia, I didn't cheat on you aga-”
Oh my God, I can't do this. This can't be happening again, why does it always have to end like this? He swore to me that he wouldn't cheat on me with anyone, especially not her. Why is it that Angel and Adrian always find their way back to each other just like I do with him? He is my mate, he is supposed to love me and only me so why Angel? Why now?
Adrian is mumbling useless explanations but we both know how babies are made, he didn't care enough to use protection with her. He was with her and with me and yet, he kept feeding me lies and deception every night he was with me. Every time he fucked me into a state of nothingness, he worshipped me. He promised me I was the only one but now, I can't help but wonder if he was with me out of guilt because I had almost died in his care.
I feel like everything I've lived these past few weeks was a lie and now truths have come crumbling down.
“How many times did you sleep with her?”
That's all I can say to him and even then, my voice comes out squeaky. My vision is fogged with tears that I pray won't fall, I can’t do this. Adrian shakes his head. “It was so long ago Mia, I swear to you I haven't been with anyone but you.”
“Was this when I found you?” I sob, blinking back the tears before they fall but even at this, I fail. “Don't answer that, I don't want to know but why her? Why couldn't it have been anyone else, why is it always Angel? I'm sick of going back and forth with you and her, I told you I didn't want any of this. You can't be with me out of pity, that's not how relationships work Adrian!” I snap.
“I swear that's not how things are baby, please let me explain.” He says, trying to touch me but I smack his hands away. Making sure to put more than enough distance between us.
He can't make me feel like a charity case, Angel planned this, that's why she's stayed off my back lately.
Angel knew she had him right where she wanted him, she knew this would surface and I know for a fact she will never let me live it down.
Walking to the door, I grip the doorknob. My eyes stay on Adrian, eyeing him sternly as he defends himself unsystematically. “Stop it!” I snap, “I don't care, you've hurt me Adrian. No one is ever going to respect me around here and I don't care for it but because of what you have done, I will be known as that girl who is not only incapable of being a Luna but-” I sniff, swiping my hand across my nose. “Or, is incapable of satisfying her mate and it's so poorly that he goes back to his whore and knocks her up. I hate this, I hate you, I hate Angel and...and you know what, fuck you both and that baby. I hate the three of you, I hate you so much and I hope you all die!”
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