That night, Y/N left her bedroom window open. As much as she wanted to shut it, she couldn't bring herself to. She wanted answers more than anything, even though what she was doing was dangerous.

Her conversation with the new stranger, Camila, ended an hour ago amd now she was just waiting for the girl to climb through the open space. Something about Camila was different than Emerald and Normani, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

"Fuck," Y/N cursed under her breath as she cradled her hand. She was searching for a water bottle and cut her palm open on a rusted nail. Warm blood spilled from the wound onto her white bed sheets, making her groan.

"Need help?" A soft, raspy voice said from behind her. Y/N let out a yelp and turned around, still gripping her hand tightly.

In front of her was a beautiful girl that couldn't of been much older than her. Her clothing was fitted, showing off her body. It was Camila.

"I-I cut my hand," She whispered, scared and pained. The wound was throbbing, but it seemed to be the second thing on her mind. She didn't think the girl would show.

"I see that," Camila said, stepping closer, "Let me see,"

Something about the tone of her voice and the way her eyes were filled with concern made Y/N move her hand over to the mysterious girl.

"It looks like it hurts," Camila whispered, her face centimeters from Y/N's, "Do you have any bandages?"

There was a soft rustle of tree leaves from outside and the cool air was bothering Y/N, but she was too busy studying Camila to do anything about it. She didn't think the stranger would be so pretty or kind, even.

"Bathroom," She whispered, her eyes still fixed on the beautiful stranger in front of her. Camila nodded and walked over to the room with Y/N's hand still in her own.

"I'm assuming they're in the cabinet?" Camila asked, looking Y/N in the eye. Y/N nodded and sat on the lid of the toilet. All of this was crazy to her. She didn't trust herself to speak.

"Let me see," Camila said as she grabbed Y/N's damaged hand carefully, rubbing alcohol on it. She winced and drew her hand back.

"I know it stings but it'll go away if you just let me,"

They sat like that for five minutes. Y/N stared at Camila, and Camila wrapped Y/N's hand. The only thing seperating them was a few inches of empty space.

Now, they sat on Y/N's bed on completely opposite sides. Camila urged her to ask any question but she seemed to have forgotten what she was going to ask.

"I-um," Y/N started, "Why is this happening to me?"

Camila pursed her lips, "That's hard to answer. The only thing I can really say about that is that we need you,"

Y/N let out a shaky breath and continued her questioning, "What do you mean, 'need' me?"

There was a second of silence. Neither of the girls spoke and Y/N was too scared to interrupt the quiet. It was up to Camila to break it.

"Listen. We know you, Y/N. We have for your whole life and that's thanks to your Father. You might not believe this, but he didn't leave you. He's been kept from you, Y/N. There are so many things you don't know yet," Camila said, rushing words out, "We need you because your father has ordered us to keep you safe, and that means you nedd out of this house. And for another reason,"

Y/N just stared back in her chocolate eyes. She had no idea what to say. Her mother always told her that her father left and that he didn't want her, but recently she hasn't been able to trust the woman. There was too much going on and too many people telling her not to. She was ashamed to say it, but she sort of believed Camila's spiel.

"What's the other reason?"

Camila blushed, a crimson red rising to her cheeks. She lowered her head in embarrassment and started to play with the sleeve of her shirt.

"It hurts being away from you," Camila whispered.

A strange warm feeling erupted in Y/N's stomach. She recognized it. She felt it with Shawn when they were first together.

"Oh..,"

No other questions were asked. Camila just sat there for a few minutes, admiring Y/N while Y/N sorted out what she was feeling. After a while, Camila started to get up.

"I should leave. You'll be seeing more of me," She said, walking over to Y/N and placing a hand on her jaw, "Sweet dreams, honey,"

Camila kissed Y/N's temple and climbed back out of the window. Y/N was left alone with the same strange feeling in her stomach.