Victim II
Camila's POV
I liked the rain, but I hated the storm that came with it. It scared the shit out of me and being alone in my large bedroom made it even worse.
My window was creaking, the tree wouldn't stop tapping against it and every little noise was amplified.
I couldn't possibly sleep like this. Alone and terrified.
Which was why I slipped on my robe and slippers and made my way down to the kitchen in an attempt to find something to help me sleep. Perhaps a cup of tea, milk or my preferred choice - melatonin.
Voices echo off the walls as I walk into the kitchen, and come to a stop, surprised to find Ethan and Alejandro sat around the small circular table positioned off the side of the kitchen, drinks in their hands.
It's well past midnight, and it isn't until I fully step into the room that their conversation dims, as the attention moves to me.
Alejandro's first to catch my eye, but I immediately move it towards Ethan, smiling at him before moving to scrimmage through a cabinet, minding my own business.
I make out the sound of Alejandro's deep voice as he excuses himself, nor do I dare look up when I feel his gaze burn the side of my face in passing. I merely wait until he's walked out of the room completely to turn to Ethan.
His lips form a lopsided smile. "Did the storm wake you?"
"Yeah."My shoulders drop and so does the act of pretending I'm fine. I look at him, unsure tears in my eyes. "I really hate today."
The sound of his chair creaking as he gets up is accompanied by his footsteps as he walks towards me. I don't have to further clarify or say anything for him to wrap his arms around me and pull me into his chest.
Like a second nature, I bury my head into his chest and sigh feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Ethan was the only person I had left and even though at times he was insensitive and stupid, I didn't want us to drift apart, not when I needed him most now.
He was the only familiar piece of my old life with mama. Together, they practically raised me.
"I couldn't stand being alone." I mumble pathetically. I already hated the dark and being alone only brought back unwanted memories.
Memories of being locked in that dark closet with nothing but my cries and pleas to keep me company. But papá never listened to them because I needed to be taught a lesson.
That was why I hated being alone in the dark, I felt like papá was punishing me from behind the grave. Trying to teach me a lesson and all I could do was sit there and think about everything I'd done in my life to deserve the misery.
The warmth and comfort Ethan's body brings me evaporates as he pulls away and ruffles my hair. "You're still such a little baby, scared of a little storm."
"Shut up." I swat his hand away, and scowl up at him. "It's a huge storm."
Ethan simply raises a brow, telling me he knows something else is up, "What's really the problem?"
I sigh and look away from him, there wasn't a specific thing that was making me feel like this. I couldn't explain it, I was just feeling so horrible and it was a combination of everything going wrong in my life. "I hate being alone, sleeping alone, everything." I murmur, shrugging down at no one in particular.
Ethan sighs, pulling me back into his arms and placing a kiss atop my head."Maybe we can tell Alejandro and you could sleep with him? I'm sure he won't mind."
"No." I mumble, my voice muffled by his chest but still loud enough for him to hear. "I also hate him."
"Hate who?" Comes a familiar voice from the doorway.
I briefly catch alejandro's silhouette, it's impossible not to as he nears me. He's clad in his pajamas, his white shirt tight around his arms and his navy pants sling low on his hips. His hair is wet as his eyes move between Ethan and I.
"You." Ethan deadpans, completely unaware of the tension pouring off Alejandro's body as he crosses his arms and leans against the entryway, his posture eludes indifference but his gaze burns with heat as he stares at Ethan's hands wrapped around me. "But that's besides the issue right now."
Alejandro's gaze drags towards Ethan at his words.
"Qual è il problema?" The question is directed at me, but I merely bury my head further into Ethan's chest in hopes of making my intentions clear.(What's the problem?)
Ethan pulls away from me, and walks towards the fridge. "But that's not the issue right now."
Ethan pulls away from me. "The princess doesn't want to be alone tonight." There's a mocking tone to his voice and I send him an unimpressed look.
Alejandro's silence accompanied by his gaze speaks a thousand words. Words that I don't even attempt to identify as I ignore him.
"Let me shower real quick then I'll walk you up to your room, and maybe." Ethan sends me a pointed look. "And that's a big maybe, I'll stay with you tonight."
That brings a smile to my face as I nod and watch him leave the room. I don't acknowledge Alejandro who's clearly watching me. Instead I turn and continue my search through the cabinets for a mug, in hopes he'll get the message and leave.
I'm on my tippy toes, reaching up for a mug when the rush of heat pushes into my personal space from behind.
Every bone in my body tenses up and I'm afraid to move in case I demolish that speck of space between us. And so I stand rigid while a tanned muscular arm swipes the mug I'd been reaching for so effortlessly and sets it down on the counter.
I wait for him to move.
He doesn't.
I want to tell him to get off me but I'm scared if I open my mouth I'll unleash a war of words and emotions he doesn't deserve.
His evened breathing pumps louder in my ear until the he speaks in one harsh breath. "Sleep with me tonight."
I drop back down to the balls of my feet, my back brushing his chest in the process and limit my response to a simple, "No thanks."
Go to hell.
Fuck you.
Run through my mind, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. And so I grab the cup from his hand and brush past him into the pantry room.
I set my mug down against the marble counter and begin to sort through the array of tea's trying to cam myself down, when in reality I want to smash my mug against Alejandro head.
Who the hell did he think he was?
The spacious pantry instantly shrinks in size the moment Alejandro steps inside and calls my name in that low tone. "Camila."
I spin around and stare straight into his eyes, I try not to grit my teeth as I speak, but fail."Leave. Me. Alone."
He doesn't back down. Not as he walks forward, not as my stare hardens and not as I make a move to walk towards the door.
He merely steps into my personal space and plants his hands atop the counter on either side of me. He cages me in with no where else to look but him.
"Sleep with me tonight." His repeats his demand before pausing a moment and softening his voice. "Please."
He looks tired, extremely tired. The emotions are clear on his face as he looks at me with so much vulnerability my heart threatens to burst.
"I'm not interested, Alejandro." I give a humorless scoff and turn my head away, pushing myself as far back as I can to create more space between us. "Go find someone else to toy around with."
He slumps forward eliminating the little space I'd created between us while his eyes shut briefly. It's taking a lot for him to stand like this before me. Vulnerable with his guard is down. "I didn't sleep with her."
As if that'd fix everything.
I don't say a word. I merely cross my arms and turn my head away from the large powerful man, crumbling before me so that I'm not forced to look at him from this close of a proximity.
But like a bull, he doesn't let up.
His fingers grasp my chin and he tilts my head so that I'm looking into his eyes that shine with desperation as they scan my hard features. "I didn't touch her either."
I simply blink up at him, my face as emotionless as I feel. "Did you want a cookie? A round of applause maybe?"
His face drops and his jaw hardens along with his vulnerable composure, but he tries one last time. "Principessa I-"
"I don't want to hear it." I cut him off just as Ethan's voice calls out my name from the kitchen.
Alejandro doesn't move, not until I place a gang on his chest and shove him off me, storming out without another word as annoyance bubbles in my chest.
I didn't even get my tea.
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