A World Of Lies

Chapter 26

Selena's POV

I walked quickly over to the two of them. "Hello," I said loudly, catching their attention. Justin and a girl who at first I thought was Camila stopped making out to turn to me.

My nerves settled because I realized that Camila wasn't kissing my ex boyfriend, but I was still a little upset because Justin told me that he'd love me forever after our breakup.

Justin and I had left on awkward terms when we had broken up the previous spring. He wanted to know why I was breaking up with him, and obviously I didn't tell him. The only people who knew about me liking girls were my parents, Demi, and now Camila.

"Hey Selena," Justin said with a smile. I looked at the girl who was with him, who was giving me a death glare. "Selena, this is Maya. She's my girlfriend," Justin introduced me. I have her a friendly smile, yet she continue giving me the same glare, as if she was already plotting against me.

Demi came to my rescue after a moment of awkwardness. "Come on, let's go pay," she said. I nodded. I then turned to Justin and Maya and said goodbye. Afterwards, I went with Demi to pay for the movies and the food.

Once we left, I turned to Demi. "Well that was awkward," I commented. "I was trying to hide something from you for a reason," she replied. "At least it's not like I still like him, although that Maya girl really seemed to think that I do," I told her. "Yeah, she looked pretty angry when she saw you," Demi agreed.

"Let's just hope she doesn't do anything bad to me," I thought aloud. "She probably won't. I mean, it's not like she knows any of your secrets or anything; you two just met!" Demi assured me. "That's true," I agreed.

We then got back to Demi's house. We headed to her living room and immediately began to watch our movies and eat. We laughed at the funny parts, got scared at the scary parts, and cried at the sad parts.

Quickly, our day together passed by. Before I knew it, it was time to go home for dinner. I wasn't really hungry after all the food I ate at Demi's, so my parents let me go to my room.

As soon as I was in my room and I knew that no one would come in, I pulled out my phone and decided to call Miley rather than text her. I had always been more comfortable talking to her on the phone.

The phone rang twice before she picked up. "Hey Selena, what's up?" Miley asked casually. "You know what's up. Why did you do those things with Niall when he was with Demi?" I asked a little harshly.

From the other line, I could tell that Miley was on the verge of tears. I didn't know if I should be a good friend to her or to Demi, so I stayed silent for a moment.

Miley answered after what seemed like an eternity. "I'm just scared," she confessed. "Why?" I asked. "Demi dating one of the most popular guys in school can make her more popular than me, and if I'm not the most popular girl, then I have nothing," Miley said sadly.

Usually, Miley never showed her true self to anyone, not even her closest friends. She was like Ally in Pretty Little Liars, except for the fact that she didn't disappear.

I heard her sniffle. "Never mind. You care too much about Demi and Camila to care about me," she said. "That's not true. Come over sometime this week and we'll sort everything out, okay?" I suggested. "Okay. I have to go though, bye," she said. I said goodbye and hung up.

With that, I went to straight to bed and fell asleep as my head hit the pillow.

Lauren's POV

The night with those guys was horrible. They were all on crystal meth, so they were so violent an rude to my sister and I. At least Camz had great pick pocketing skills and managed to steal three hundred dollars from them.

Once we got home, Camz and I were silent with each other. Camz went straight to her room and was probably going to sleep directly on the floor, since after experiences like the one we just had, she felt uncomfortable with almost everything.

Meanwhile, I headed to the kitchen to grab the knife. My stomach was already covered in scars, and so were the beginnings of my thighs. Although, I didn't even care.

I sat down on the cold floor and began to cut my thighs. While I was doing this, I wasn't crying; I wasn't mad. I felt absolutely numb, and I needed to feel something. Anything would suffice.

As I scarred my unscarred legs, I turned plans within my mind. I had many plans on how to kill myself, yet I didn't know if I wanted to go through with them.

"Perhaps slitting my wrist would do the trick. Or maybe I could just go jump off some building or some bridge or something. Or I'll just go find some sort of poison like bleach or windex," I said aloud to myself.

Camz then slowly entered the room. "Did you say something?" Camz asked as she entered. Her eyes then fell to the blood on my legs and on the floor, but most importantly, the knife in my hand.

Without a word, Camz came to sit next to me, avoiding all of the blood. She slowly pried the knife out of my hand. I looked at her curiously until she put the knife to her wrist.

"Lauren," she breathed, "if you do it, I do it." "Camz, you don't want to do that," I warned. "Why not?" she asked simply. "Please, just don't do it," I begged. I would hate for my little sister to hurt herself, especially because of me.

"Fine, one condition. You stop," Camz told me. "Okay, whatever," I lied quickly.

She looked at me in the eyes. She then took the knife away from her wrist and gave it back to me. "I'm trusting you. I love you," she mumbled, then got up and walked away.

The moment she left, I threw the knife to the ground. I then wiped up the blood and headed straight to bed. I had made enough cuts to last me through the night.

Camila's POV

After that Saturday, the week passed by quickly. Our parents and Sofia had yet to come see us again, although we wouldn't have had time to see then anyhow with all of the work Bryce was putting us through.

Multiple times a day we'd have to work, sometimes not even together, which was sort if frightening. I hated doing this work alone, especially to all of the pedophiles.

Finally, the next Friday had come. Surprisingly, we didn't have any appointments. Although, I had nothing to do. All of the appointments distracted me from thinking about what I had found Lauren doing.

I realized that she had been doing it for a long time. I just wanted her to stop, yet I had no idea how I could help her do that.

While I thought about this on that Friday night, the phone rang. I went to answer it. "Hello?" I asked. "Hi, it's Selena," Selena said.

"Hey," I said. We hadn't spoken since the previous week when I had given her my number. "What are you doing tomorrow?" Selena asked. "Not sure, probably working, why?" I asked. "I just wanted to hang out," Selena told me. "Well I'm really not sure," I replied.

"You never told me what it is you do," Selena said after a moment. "Okay," I replied. "Can you tell me?" she asked. "No," I hurried. "Why not?" she complained a little. "I'm really not comfortable talking about it. Now I have to go," I told her. "Okay, I'll see you on Monday, right?" Selena asked. "Yup, see you then," I said then hung up.

Even though there were all the rumors spread about my sister and I being prostitutes, I didn't want to actually confess it, especially not to Selena. I didn't know why, but I really cared about what she thought of me.

Brushing the thought of Selena away, I went to the kitchen and sat down. I pulled out some paper and a pencil and began to write some poetry.