Skeletons in the closet III
Camila's POV
I can do nothing but sit there as William slowly starts to move my dress off me. He pulls the the dress down exposing my bra clad front and I want to cry out because of how powerless I feel.
I watch William, who pauses to trail his eyes across my chest and the look in his eyes makes me want to scream.
But instead a sob escapes me, the action causes his eyes to move up to my face and he moves forward to wipe my tears away as a look of concern crosses his features. "Cam, just know that I did this for us. Everything I'm doing is for us." He explains softly.
He continues to ramble on, but it's more likely to himself and I take the chance to look past his head and towards the desk where the gun rests.
I highly doubt I can stand, but if I could just grab the gun-
I turn my head to stare at William who's now speaking to me. "Your mother, she was no good. But don't worry." He pouts and moves forward to place a kiss atop my bloodied lips. I don't reciprocate but I don't move in fear of upsetting him. "I made sure she suffered a painful death for neglecting you." He says rubbing his nose against mine and my body stills.
What?
My chest starts heaving and I stare up at him. "You hurt my mamá?" I question softly.
He nods. "Right before I killed her."
My lower lip wobbles and I don't suppress my urge to cry out. "What?"
This couldn't be real.
He looks solemn but not entirely remorseful. "Yes. It was either her or you."
"I... I don't understand." I breathe, trying to make sense of it all.
William killed mamá?
He sighs tiredly and looks into my eyes. "Your father was a very bad man, he stole from my father and then killed him. The only way I could avenge my fathers death was to kill you." He explains matter of factly before his eyes flicker across my face.
Adoration fills his eyes and his voice softens. "But Cam, the moment I laid eyes on you and you smiled at me, I knew I couldn't kill you and so I waited. And the more I waited, the more I fell in love with you." He laughs softly.
"So I had to kill your mother. It was the only way I could avenge my fathers death, and we could be together. Besides she wasn't the best of people to you." He explains and my body starts to shake.
I don't know if I wanted to scream, cry or yell but I knew that if I did any of those things, I'd risk the little power I had.
And so I let the silent tears stream down my face as he went back to happily pulling the rest of my dress down my body.
William killed mamá.
William took away the one person that loved me unconditionally.
William then steps back and grins down at me, his eyes flickering all over my body. I cover my chest with my hands and do my best to cross my legs with the little energy I gained from my shitty meal, but his gaze still makes my skin crawl.
He doesn't seem to care that he's making me extremely uncomfortable and that all I'm feeling is disgust and helplessness. Instead he steps back and starts to unbutton his shirt. "Do you remember when you promised to go swimming with me?"
Dread instantly fills my already defeated body and I watch him smile like a giddy little boy as he removes his shirt and moves on to his pants. "Well, we don't have a swimming pool but we do have a bathtub big enough for the both of us."
The dread bubbles into disgust and I feel it make its way back up and threaten to spill from my mouth. But instead, I clear my throat, as I wipe away all my emotions and plaster on a smile, forcing myself into that naive little girl he liked.
"With bubbles?" I ask, blinking up at him.
He removes his pants, his pale, lanky body clad in a pair of boxers and I tense. "Anything you want, pumpkin." He says and when he makes a move to remove my bra I place my hand over his, stopping him.
I send him a small sheepish smile. "Uh... why don't we surprise each other? You get the bath ready and I'll get out of this myself." I say, shyly.
Just when I think he sees right through me, he steps back and smiles. "Okay. I won't be long." He calls over his shoulder, moving into what I presume is the bathroom.
The second the door closes I try my best to get off the bed. I roll onto the floor, my body stings in protest and when I can't muster enough strength to stand, I crawl on my hands and knees towards the desk where I know he left the gun.
My movements are strained and my right leg burns in protest but I move towards the desk, needing to get my hands on the gun.
The desk isn't high up, but I can't reach the gun without standing. I grip onto the edge of the desk and move to pull myself up but just as I do so, a loud beeping noise fills the room and my body stills.
I slowly look down towards mamá's diamond bracelet and just when I realize the loud sound is coming from there, I hear the bathroom door swing open. "What the hell is that?"
I cry out in frustration when William's eyes find me and I instantly move forward to reach for the gun. The cool metal touches the tips of my fingers but before I can grab it, I'm toppling over as William's body crashes into mine.
I scream, kick and fight against William as he moves on top of me and tries to grab onto my wrist. His eyes are wide in outrage and although my body is weak, I'm still putting up a fight.
He has the upper hand above me but when I reach my left hand out to feel around, I wrap my fingers around a wire and tug, hard. The glass lamp from the desk comes tumbling down and I shut my eyes and turn my head to the side as it cracks against William's head.
Glass goes flying everywhere around us and the hit is enough to wind William enough where I can take the opportunity and roll us over.
I move to straddle him and the surge of adrenaline and anger takes over. It fuels my strength as I claw at Williams face, punching and scratching him as he struggles beneath me.
William killed my mamá.
I manage to wrap my hands around his throat and I instantly use all my strength to squeeze and strangle him.
the sounds of him fighting to breathe fill the room along with the ringing from my bracelet, but I focus on his face as I tighten my hold around his neck.
I'm going to kill William.
He struggles beneath me and my hard eyes stare into his. I'm so focused on watching his eyes dim that I don't see his hand pat around for the biggest shard of glass and by the time I realise what he's doing, it's too late and I'm screaming out in pain as he impales the shard of glass into the side of my upper arm.
I topple over with another blood curdling scream, hoping it's loud enough for someone to hear and William pushes off the floor.
He struggles to stand but when I see him make his way towards the desk, I crawl forward and grab onto his ankle, pulling him back.
He falls to the ground, landing with a thud and I don't let go of his ankle, no matter how much my body protests.
But then he suddenly kicks back right into my wrist, causing it to jerk and I pull away with a cry of pain as I cradle my wrist while simultaneously trying to maneuver around the shard of glass sticking out of my shoulder.
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