The worst kind of jealous IV
Camila's POV
I make it to the elevator and once I get inside, I look ahead of me to see Alejandro striding towards me. I press the close button but just before it can shut the angry beast snakes his way through the doors.
He shuts them and puts the elevator on stall mode before turning towards me. "Are you fucking insane?" He seethes.
"Are you?" I question equally outraged. "Why the fuck is she here?" I spit moving forward and pushing on his chest. "And why the fuck are you letting her touch and kiss you?!"
His jaw clenches and his demeanor hardens as he takes a step forward walking me back until my back hits the wall. "I'm trying to fix a problem that you caused." He spits harshly, his intimidating gaze rooting me to my spot. "But you only keep making it worse for me."
I narrow my eyes. "Maybe if you communicated we wouldn't be in this mess!"
He laughs humorlessly and he eyes me, the look in his eyes far from friendly. "Oh right, because you're so calm and rational when it comes to these things."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Alejandro's face moves closer to mine. "It means you jump to conclusions and overreact. That is, when you're not acting out like a spoiled little brat." He snaps, his tone full of annoyance and judgment.
I blink as my chest heaves and I try to hold back my tears. Alejandro moves to pace back and forth, a hand pinching the bridge of his nose. Curses in Italian flow out of his mouth and I can tell he's under a lot of stress because of me and guilt fills me.
But it seems like he's not done taking it out on me. "All you've been doing is making things harder for me." And then he looks up at me, shaking his head. "Why can't you just accept that I'm doing all this for you?"
I can't help but scoff as I cross my arms. "Flirting and getting handsy with Greta in front of me is for my own good?" I snap bitterly.
His face hardens. "I've been doing whatever it fucking takes." He spits taking a step towards me, his face looking even more serious and I want to shrink back but I don't. "Because if I didn't, you'd be dead already."
And then he grips my chin and tilts my face up to his livid one. "You're safe and standing here because of me. So get over your childish antics and grow the fuck up." He spits as tears well in my eyes.
"Fuck you." I spit angrily.
His jaw ticks and he pushes away from me as he presses the button for the elevator to open. His body is tense and his eyes are hard as he spares me one last look.
"Go take a walk and fix this fucking attitude of yours. Today is not the day for me to be putting up with your shit." He says pressing the ground floor button, but not before walking out of the elevator.
I stand there in shock as my chest heaves and I try to process what he just said.
How could he just spin it on me? How could he not acknowledge that he was going about this wrong?
Maybe if he gave me a heads up I wouldn't be acting out like a spoiled little brat.
I don't even realize that I'm striding out of the building until I start looking around me at the sea of people walking along the street.
I don't know where I'm going because I'm too focused on trying not to cry. I divert my attention from my thoughts and towards something that will take my mind off of my problems.
I stare ahead of me, there's a little girl walking behind her parents not too far ahead of me and I watch as she trips over the sidewalk and falls.
Her hysterical cries instantly fill my ears and I make a move to side step them but then I stop in my tracks and step back as I watch the scene before me unfold.
I watch as both her parents stop and drop their supplies to rush up to her.
She's not hurt. The fall wasn't nearly as bad as any other fall a child has, but her mother and father rush up to her and instead of telling her to get over it, they console her.
They comfort her.
They don't tell her to suck it up. They don't turn around and invalidate her feelings. They don't turn back to busy themselves with their work.
They don't leave her to deal with it on her own because they believe that it's not a serious enough issue that deserves their attention.
They kneel down and scoop her in their arms.
I hated that little girl.
She had no reason to be so upset and get that kind of treatment.
I had every reason to be upset but no one was here to hold me. No one was here to tell me that it was going to be okay.
No one was there to hold me when I was hurt.
No one ever cared enough to fix my behavior. No one was ever there to tell me that I shouldn't be so bratty and mean.
No one was here.
They were both dead.
And maybe if Alejandro had let my fathers enemies get their revenge, I wouldn't have to be here. I wouldn't have to live with the pain of having to see a happy little fucking family everytime I left the house.
I'd be with Mamá.
I wipe away the tears streaming down my face and step around the family to walk down the street.
And then frustration fills me when I glance over my shoulder and I catch the car trailing me from the other side of the road.
I recognize the signature style.
Blacked out car, tinted windows. Granted it wasn't an SUV and instead some sort of Camero, but I didn't have to see the person behind the wheel to know who it was.
My frustration turns into anger and I pull out my phone.
The nerve of that fucking man.
I type out a text and instantly press send.
Seriously? You won't even let me walk in peace?
No answer.
You have no right to have me followed.
No response.
Call off your fucking guard dogs or I'll march up to the car and smash the windows myself.
And when Alejandro doesn't respond to the third text, I angrily cross the road and stomp towards the car.
If I couldn't give Alejandro a piece of my mind then I sure as hell was gonna make sure his men heard my complaints.
I bang on the drivers side window with my fist before stepping back to wait for the window to roll down.
It starts to slowly roll down and I waste no time. "Seriously, what the fuck?! I'm walking around the fucking block. I'm not running away leave me the fuck-"
I stop myself once my eyes connect with those familiar blue ones, only this time there's a crazed glint in them.
I ignore the alarm bells and let confusion take over as I stare into the empty eyes of the last person I'd expect to see.
"William?"
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