Justice for Kayla

Chapter 4: How I met Cameron

I was living in a small hotel while I was trying to make some money to be able to rent an apartment near Brooklyn. I was on my way to the hotel's pool to take a swim and relax before going to bed when I came across this really cute guy who was already swimming. I then discovered, after talking with him for some time, that his name was Cameron and that he was staying at this hotel for 1 week for a job meeting he had here in New York but that he was originally from Kansas.
We connected so fast and after an hour of meeting him I already felt like I knew him from a while ago, he was kind, handsome, and he spread confidence. There was something about him that made him special...
Some weeks went by and I discreetly started seeing this guy every night at his room. Room 102, only some rooms away from mine, 110. Those nights were unforgettable. I'm not going into details but I think you can imagine what two handsome youngsters in their 20s did during the night...clearly not weaving...
After some weeks like this we started dating, Cameron moved out to New York to be able to be with me and things were going really well on our relationship during some months. I also had a stable job in which I made enough money to save and rent an apartment once and for all near Brooklyn. The apartment wasn't enormous but we had enough space for 2 people as we didn't need much. After some months of living together we started with some little arguments about silly stuff that had no importance such as leaving an empty bottle of milk inside the fridge; he said he did that so that when I opened the fridge and I saw the empty milk bottle in there that would remind me that I had to go and buy a new one, but that really made no sense to me and it got me on my nerves.
One night I went out to drink and forget with one of my friends from work, Jenna. She was nice with everyone and seemed to be really naive but when she drank a drop of alcohol she really transformed into a complete new and "funny to party with" girl. She was awesome in all the ways someone can be. I thought I only felt friendship for her but was that really it?I guess not...
After some weeks of working with her I started feeling a huge connection with her, she made my days better, as at home it was always the same headache, always arguing and shouting about everything, home started being a nightmare, it didn't feel like home anymore.
I only felt like home when I was with her. I tried to convince myself that I wasn't in love with her, she was just my best friend. Making myself believe those lies would make it easier as I didn't have to think about my sexuality while thinking about all the rest of the problems I currently had.
Eventually, what had to happen happened...