CAMILLA RENÉE   EMERTON'S MANSION   SATURDAY.   "Camilla..."   "Y-Yeah."   I scoffed, a peel of laughter slipping out through my spread lips.   "Explain because I've never been more confused in my entire life."   Hoisting one hand, I urged him to settle, giving myself a moment or two to calm down as well.   "My parents weren't always like this. I was an only child and at some point, I was loved heartily. Then they began taking trips every month, leaving me with a nanny or most times forgetting to get one and I was fed up. Two years ago I went to that party because I wanted to show them I'm rebellious."   I chortle at my words.   "We all know how that turned out. As though my list of bad choices wasn't enough, I added one more. That night they were out to God knows were, I got

CAMILLA RENÉESATURDAY.EMERTON'S MANSION.His possessive side is out again, encompassing me between his bed while seating in front of me.My hands knitted together, buckling his sheets between my hands.Somehow we got to the bed and let's just say the making out has gotten a little more intense I'm attaining more enthusiasm these days by lifting his shirt and tossing it off myself.Even more, I got my hands off his sheets and circled them around his neck, heaving my waist forward so there wasn't any gap left.Now I wish he'll make the next move and do something. Anything.Gasping lowly, I pulled away sucking at my bottom lip."D-Dylan..."I jerked."Yeah, I know."*He doesn't*Laying beside me, he took my hand and made me rest on his chest which is the exact opposite of what I wanted. I'll just have to settle for this I guess. Striving to calm my breathing, I whirl and tilt my

DYLAN EMERTON-ONE HOUR EARLIER.Camilla's parents deterred me upon sighting, I was just about to enter her room, but from their faces, they had done something crazy already."I wouldn't be astounded to find out you had a hand in my daughter's mishaps.""Renée!"Her mother cautioned, clutching his hand.I scoffed, daring to press my lips in a small line. The nerve of him."Your daughter's mishaps? Of course, parents blame their children for the manifestations of their mistakes. You're no different."I spat, scowling severely."Do not test me, boy. Your father and I might be friends..""Yes. Best friends. Of course. You're cut from the same cloth of being terrible parents."I countered. Instead of smacking me for my outrage, his demeanour changed instantly. My words must have struck deep."If Camilla burned the house down, it was only a ripple effect of the fact that you failed

CAMILLA RENÉEMONDAY.The lankiest fifteen of my life did not go by promptly. I was advised not to have any physical contact with anyone, just me and my lawyer.Dylan and my parents had moved two rolls backwards.He had high prospects of us winning the case. He says barely anything was done by him, Dylan did research and he got the toxic report, but it was all Dylan's idea.They operated incredibly fast I'd admit. The call logs are evidence.*Call logs.*I inclined my head to face him, He's already staring, straight face, pressed lips, no evident emotions. He's been like this throughout.I looked away and sighed.I'm nervous as hell. My fingers have been laced for God knows how long, the room is fully air-conditioned yet I'm hot on the outside.It would've been nice to get a hug from mom or dad or just hold Dylan.Regardless of how this ends, I'm thankful for everything they've done. I tilt my head

CAMILLA RENÉETUESDAY.My parents were home by the time he pulled over in the driveway, or they abandoned their car and stepped out.Maybe not. The bonnet of the car was creaked open with boxes in it.What's going on?Are they packing? Correction, are we packing?"Finally, you're home."Mom clamoured, halting my mini-breakdown, she's happy with a full-on smile, gripping this box in her hand. Again, what's new? Quickly, I reached for the cartoon and peek inside. It's filled with clothes. That's confirmation.We are packing. That's too soon. My face curves into a frown. I overlooked Dylan, hands shoved away and propelling his way towards us."We're leaving tomorrow darling, your dad and I are taking a few things over now, we also want to make sure everything's in places such as the future and the utensils, we might sleepover even but we don't want to stress you, so we'll just move your things and a