46: Away From Everything

Camilla I entered my room, my anger still simmering. I knew I needed to get out of this house, away from the judgment and the accusations. Away from this whole bullshit. Away from the insults and toxicity. I needed to go somewhere better, a place where I could breathe and think without the weight of my family's expectations crushing me. Shawn really tried to ruin my name, and I have to say, his plan really worked. Cause now, I have tons of people throwing shit at my face. How great was that? I tore through my closet, searching for something to wear, and settled on a red dress – bold, defiant, a reflection of my current mood. I slipped it on, the fabric hugging my curves, and grabbed my purse and phone before marching out of my room. Downstairs, my mother and Aunt Lisa were still talking, their voices low and hushed. My mother looked up as I descended the stairs, her eyes filled with concern. But I was mad as hell. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Somewhere better than here," I r