Chapter 12

Disclaimer: Short chapter


Amelia POV


My eyes slowly open and I'm faced with Camila. I sit up quickly and she grabs my hand. "You're alright, Amelia. I'm not going to hurt you," She reassures me. I calm a bit and look at her. "I want to talk to you."


"A-About what?" My mind began to think of all the possible things she wanted to talk about. Her taking full custody of me? Her giving me to Lauren to keep forever? Never being able to see her? Her leaving the band? And a bunch of other stuff.


"How'd you get that scar on your neck?" Camila asks. My hand flies up to the back of my neck. I feel the scar and tears tear up in my eyes. "Oh, A. What happened?" Camila got up and sat right next to me, holding my hand. I shake my head.


"I fell," I told her. She shook her head, not believing me. I wouldn't believe me either because that's not exactly what happened. "Fine, that's not what happened, but....I-I don't want to talk about it."


"Okay. How'd you get those bruises on your hands?" I look down at my hands and see the bruises that covered them.


"I-I punched some walls when I was little," I told her. She shook her head no once again. Dang she's good at this. "Camila, I just...don't want to talk about it." Camila nods and grabs both of my hands and places them on her legs. She studies them closely.


"These look recent," Camila whispers. Her head looks up quickly. Our eyes lock. "Amelia, was your 'family' hurting you?" I bite my lip and pull my hands away. I look at the wall and sit there, not answering any longer. I could see Camila shut her eyes and reopen as tears ran down her cheeks. She cares? "Amelia?" I didn't answer. "Banana?" I jumped at the name. I look at Camila.


"Y-You-"


"I called you Banana all the time before...before the decision was made. I-I wanted to name you Banana but Lauren wanted a name of non-food," Camila says, a smile on her lips. "Can I ask you one last question?" I nod, nothing could be worse than the scar and the bruises. "Are you cutting yourself? I mean before we 'kidnapped' you." The thought shocked me. How could she have seen the multiple cut marks?


"I-I - uh-" I couldn't speak. Camila carefully takes my left arm and pulls up the sleeve. Several, multiple cut wounds are shown. Camila looks down and takes a moment. She picks her head back up and pulls my sleeve back down. "I-I-I'm sorry."


"Amelia...you don't have to be sorry," Camila whispers and wraps her arms around me, squeezing me tightly. I let her. I feel comfort. Just then the door opened and both myself and Camila jumped. We look at the door and there's Lauren standing. Tears in her eyes, and tears rolling down her cheeks. She heard us.



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