Skeletons in the closet I
Camila's POV
The dark didn't usually scare me, but then again, I didn't usually wake up to complete darkness after being knocked unconscious.
I had been moving in and out of consciousness and the last time I was responsive, the tiny peek of light coming from the bottom of the door was dimming. I had figured it was the sun setting.
With a croaky cough, I slump further back into the wall in an attempt to control my breathing as I try not to freak out.
How the hell did I end up here?
"William?"
He hastily undid his seatbelt and made a move to step out of the car.
"What are you doing here?"
I took another step back and watched his movements. They were frantic and a little off. His fingers were twitching and his head kept snapping from side to side.
"The school field trip remember." He grit out through clenched teeth, adjusting his glasses.
I eyed him wearily as I took in his disheveled hair and frantic eyes that were flickering all over my face until they paused on the side of my neck. I found myself crossing my arms as I shifted awkwardly.
His eyes flared in what seemed to be anger but I couldn't be sure. William wasn't the angry type.
"Those markings on your neck. Who gave you them?" He said in a rushed voice as he took a step closer to me.
His hands instantly moved forward and he moved my hair to the side to get a better look but I stepped back. "That's none of your business."
His hands started to shake and he pursed his lips. "Camila . Those are hickeys." He grit out.
I blinked back at him. "Congratulations Sherlock." I deadpanned.
He ignored me and huffed angrily his hard eyes finding mine. "Did Alejandro give them to you?"
Yes, but that was before he pissed me off-
"How do you know Alejandro?" I said, my brows furrowed.
I could feel the alarm bells starting to go off and Alejandro's words from the plane ring through my mind.
'Open your eyes and see that he's been manipulating you all along.'
"No. No. No."
I looked up to see William frantically shaking his head as he rubbed his eyes, murmuring the words repeatedly.
Clearing my throat, I took another step back. "Kay.... Well, I'll be leaving." I said as I spun on my heels. His odd behavior was making me nervous but just as I started to walk away his voice stopped me.
"No, no,no. You weren't supposed to be like them... You weren't supposed to be a whore!" He exploded and my eyes widened in outrage.
What the fuck?
I turned my head, ready to cuss him out but when I do, a rush of blonde hair charged towards me and my screams were cut off by darkness.
The next thing I remembered was waking up in the trunk of a car and reaching for my phone to dial the one person I could think of, that would have my back.
Only he didn't pick up because of the time change and I was left to leave him a message. But before I could inform Marco that William was the one taking me, the trunk opened and everything went dark again.
And now I was here, still in the dark.
I could tell by the sudden pounding on the side of my head and the instant pain all over my body that I wasn't going to be going out of consciousness anytime soon.
Whatever William drugged me with, had worn off and now I was left to deal with the reality of the situation I had gotten myself into.
Lifting my hands up I attempt to feel around. My movements are delayed and weak and when I lift my right arm, it stings in protest.
But all the pain is ignored and instead replaced with fear the second I lift my hand up and connect with a wall.
I try the other wall and it's just as close as the one in front of me.
"No. No. No." I breath, reaching towards the other wall. All four walls around me were within reaching distance.
I'm trapped in a closet.
And then those feelings, the ones that have been locked away for so long, crept into my bones and started to suffocate me.
The fear, knowing I upset him. The dread that paralysed my body and allowed him to drag me up the stairs and towards the door at the end of the hallway.
"Papá, no, please!" I would beg, looking up at him through teary eyes.
He wouldn't turn around, instead I was left to stare at the back of his head. It was so high up and impossible to reach.
"I promise I won't misbehave again." I would cry and his hold on my wrist would only tighten.
I'd trip on the stairs up, I'd scream, I'd plead and mamá would often times watch with tears in her eyes.
Sometimes when it got too much she would step forward. "Sebastian it's enough. She has learned her lesson, she won't misbehave like this again."
But our protests would fall upon deaf ears.
He'd push past her and drag me towards the thin door and when he'd push me into the darkness, I'd turn back towards him and stare up into his blue eyes.
Empty and lifeless.
He'd shut the door without another word and only a moment after that dreadful noise would fill my ears.
The clicking of the lock.
It was like a bell, it's sound waves would flow into my small little ears and burn its way through my entire little body and immobilise me into a state of complete distress, because I knew what came after.
The tight air, the hunger, the pain.
The thick air pricks at my skin and my body instantly curls into a ball on the floor as I try to control my breathing, but I can't because there's not enough oxygen in here.
I can't make out anything in this space and when when the ray of light shining through the small crack at the bottom of the door gets brighter, the dread turns to defeat.
The sun's rising, meaning it's been over twelve hours and no one's come to find me.
But I never really had any hope. The second William smashed my phone to pieces, I knew I was done for.
The pounding in my head wouldn't go away and I shift uncomfortably, sitting up once I realise that my position isn't supported by the right side of my body that's in immense pain.
The physical pain I could deal with, the extreme hunger and thirst was bearable but the suffocating darkness was what was making me crumble.
I lift my hand up in an attempt to pound on the door in front of me, but all that comes out of my movements is a weak knock.
If I didn't have my strength, I'd have to rely on something else.
"William?" I croak, my throat scratchy and the taste of metal filling my mouth. I had figured that somewhere along the way I had busted my lip open.
I hear shuffling on the other side and although he's quiet I know he's there. "Can I please have something to eat? Drink maybe?" I say as I try to control my voice but I can't help the helplessness in my shaky tone.
There's no response but his low mumbling has stopped, telling me he's listening.
I take a deep breath and force my mind to work. This was William, I knew him, but more importantly, I knew how to get what I wanted from him.
"I-I know this isn't you." I say softly. I needed a way in and I knew my approach was working when I hear footsteps approach the door.
"This isn't me. " He confirms softly and I hear him sniffle. "And this isn't you." He mumbles.
I take a deep breath as I listen to him speak on the other side of the door.
"This was never suppose to happen, Cam. But now- now everything's messed up." He says and from the light pounding on the door, I gather he's banging his head against it. "You-you weren't suppose to be nothing like him."
"What?" I breathe in defeat. Maybe I would have tried harder to understand him, but right now I was way too out of it to care what he's saying. "Like who?"
"Your father!" He booms, and a loud bang sounds on the door as he slams his fist against it. "You were supposed to be just like him so it would make this easier." He sobs and my heart instantly sinks.
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