My love, My choice.

  CAMILA’s POV

  

  Of course, Avery warned me about coming to see Travis, but I didn't listen. Do I regret it, yes, and now I just want to go home.

  

  I stood up from the bed, paced around the room for a few minutes then I concluded to leave not minding the time. I had my car, so all I had to do was drive, right? So I thought to myself before I barged out of the room.

  

  I saw Travis sitting on the couch downstairs with his belt in his hands. He wore only pants and was shirtless. I had to control myself from looking at his body while walking down the stairs. 

  

  “And where are you off to by this time of the night?”

  

  “I am going back to my house”

  

  I said without slowing down. I kept walking to the door without looking at him or stopping.

  

  “Your house? Do you have one? Oh, you mean your friend’s mysterious house, right? You know I still doubt the tale you told me about that house. Still sounds like a fantasy story”

  

  When I got to the door I pulled it but noticed it was locked with the key. Of course, he knew what he did earlier was stupid, and every normal lady would not spend a night with a man like that. 

  

  “Why did you lock the door? I need you to open it right now”

  

  I exclaimed with passion and pain in my eyes. He stood up from the chair and walked close to me with the belt in his hand. 

  

  Though I was nervous I had to act tough and stared directly at him.

  

  “Camila, you are asking for something bigger than you don't you think? You know me and you know what I can do. I am asking you nicely now to go back into the room, and wait for me to come”

  

  I rolled at him without moving an inch, and you could easily see the disrespect he felt and I enjoyed that.

  

  Not all ladies are weaklings. I hate the fact that I allowed him to take me for granted for so long, and it was all my fault because I made it obvious to him that I loved and couldn't do without him. 

  

  And that fucked up our relationship.

  

  “I am not going anywhere except outside of your house, Travis. And I am done with this hell-called relationship. I am done! And I mean it this time”

  

  I have said that about 25 times in 2 months and I am sure he didn't even take me seriously anymore. He just treats me anyhow he likes.

  

  “Camila, why are you doing this? You hurt me then when I react you say I am the toxic one, but in reality, you always provoke me to do things”

  

  He is trying to do it again, Camila. Do not fall for it. He is trying to gaslight you into being the problem again like he always does. Do not fall for it! Do not!

  

  “Open the door, Travis. Your little tricks won't work on me today”

  

  He smirked, and before I knew it he slapped me very hard on my face, and I hit my head on the doorknob. I screamed and he moved backwards. He threw the key to me and sat back on the chair. I carefully took the key and I opened the door. I looked at myself, and there was not a single sign of remorse from me, and I felt very useless.

  

  “Before you go just know that no other man will ever accept your fat and chubby Ass. I accepted you without a single complaint, and you still treat me like you are the price. Well, you are not! Now, get your stinking self outta my house”

  

  I smiled and then walked out without closing the door behind me. 

  

  He followed behind me, and I had to increase my pace. 

  

  “Hey, Camila. Wait, wait, please, wait”

  

  He also increased his pace and I got scared because no one was outside. The street was as dry as a desert. 

  

  I brought out my car key, and I quickly hopped in and closed the door.

  

  He stood close to the driver’s seat staring at me from outside. He looked very sympathetic that I was beginning to feel sorry for him, but he just slapped me and told me to leave his house. So, I needed to have a little dignity and self-respect for myself at least. 

  

  Immediately I started warming up the car. He went on his knees and put his hands up.

  

  “Not today, satan”

  

  I drove off quickly while crying heavily. 

  

  I have been played many times by men, to the extent I gave up on love. When I met Travis he was everything a woman would wish for, but all of a sudden he changed, little by little he started behaving toxic, but I kept excusing his behaviors and I guess that is why he became worse. 

  

  It was 11 pm, and I was driving alone on a lonely road. I was too angry to stay over at Travis's place. 

  

  When I got to the gates of the house I swear I thought about sleeping in my car, because I didn't want to disturb Avery’s sleep. And I wasn't ready to listen to her say ‘She warned me about not going’ 

  

  I brought out my phone, my breathing heavier and I was also panting from driving very fast. I thought about calling Avery, but something kept stopping me.

  

  Tears rushed down my eyes again and I hit my head on the car’s steering 3 times just out of frustration. 

  

  “I am sure Avery wouldn't mind, right?”

  

  But Before I could call her. 

  

  I saw someone through my rearview mirror walking towards my car in black. Fear was an understatement compared to how I felt at that moment.

  

  He stood close to the driver's seat. His face was covered. All I could see were his eyes.