Camílla Sapphire Chloe Scott. Her past is the equivalent of her first name, just as heavy and dreadful.

Camílla (pronunciation of her name is Cammia) Scott is a 18 year old girl in her final year of school. 

A boy named Alex is taking over her life. The urge of revenge for her brother and their honour fueling a fire ensures to take her to higher ground, but at the cost of destroying mostly herself.

The question stands. Why would Alexander be with his friends' enemy?

Is their love true?

Is their love as pure as snow?

Will Camílla finally find peace?




Sneak peek:

With the letter still in my hands I place my head on my favourite pillow and let Alex take my hand in his. He wraps me up in a hug while I take in my surroundings.

We are standing in the middle of a field with the sun setting on the horizon. "I love you Cam…"

the Unraveling

Ava is looking petrified at me. "Say something." She begs me with tears stained cheeks. "Please. I beg of you." 


"Like what." I finally managed to say. "I don't know what to say or think at this moment , this information is just to much to handle at once." I respond and I can hear how hoarse my voice sounds from the soft crying when I'm responding to Ava. 


"Anything , yell at me scream at me." People are starting to stare at us , but who cares when info like this is revealed to you. "Please just react to all of this." She waves her hands to all of this. 


"I need time away from you. All of this and please don't ever follow me." I say as controlled as I can manage. 


The next thing , I storm out of the café 'hopefully for good' my subconscious reminds me. This time she is spot on with my mind. I need to call my grandmother. My mom has forbid me to visit her, but the hell with that she is a murder and a deceitful woman. I hope I will never see her again and as for Ava she could've contacted me once in the past 5 years. But she made the choice to not do anything and left me in the dark. 


I pray to God that Camilla ain't home , so that I won't have to look into her deceitful murderess face ever again. 


When I reached home I open the door as silently as possible. The first thing I do is to ran up the stairs as quickly and quietly as possible. 


It feels like ages ago when I was beaten up in this room by Camilla. I always wondered why a mother would hit her own daughter , the way she did , but today everything makes sense. The late nights , eyes standing still in her head , the strange men walking in and out of her room at night and the shitty attitude all the time. 


I grabbed my suitcases and jammed all of my stuff into them. When I'm done packing it looks like here was never a soul that lived here in the first place. 


I put on my leather jacket at the exit of our home , but I went into the kitchen and grabbed the stash of money my mother hid in her not so secret place in the kitchen at the back of the cookie jar. I count the notes and it's an impersive amount of money , $4000 to be exact. Who knew my mother had this type of cash. 


I immediately called a cab to come and pick me up. When I got inside I instructed the driver to take me to the airport. My grandmother lives in California and that is where I'm heading for. 


I reached the airport and lucky there was I ticket left for the last plane of the day to California. It's leaving at 16:10 and it's now 15:55. I'm so happy that I'll be out of this town and away from my mother for good this time. She doesn't even know that I know where grandma Jenice lives and that we've been in contact all these years. 


Before I board the plane for the 4 hour flight to California I go quickly and buy me some airport candy and put it in my cary on bag. 


In California it's pretty damn hot for a October night. I quickly hail for a cab and as soon as I got in I gaved the directions to my grammy's home to the cab'driver. 


The drive wasn't as long as I expected it to be. It only tooked 40 minutes. 


It feels good to be in a new city and start afresh , away from all the negative past of mine. I also am going to stop cursing. That was the old me , but this is the new me now. 


When the driver hault infront of a gorgeous huge white cream house , I couldn't believe my eyes. This is where I'm going to live from now on. It still feels so unreal even saying it in my head. 


I pay the cab driver and climb out of of the vehicle and crab my suitcases from the back of the cab. I look as the cab drives of into the city away from the suburbs. 


When I step past the gate and onto the path that leads to the stairs I immediately felt at home , like this is where I belong. It's such an amazing feeling.


Chapter 4