chapter one.

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Hi! my name is camilla im 19 years old and i look like this:

Hi! my name is camilla im 19 years old and i look like this:

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my mom always says i'm so pretty but i don't know.. I live only with my mom, i never met my father. Mom always says he is good person but good person wouldn't leave before his kid birth.  im not angry at him actual but i hate when i see my mom crying. I really love dark colors. Black, dark red are my favorite. I wear happy colors only when im happy. my mom is now very i mean very sick. She is like this sick for one month. She said se want to end this shit. She is too broken inside. When i saw her eyes i just cant say no. She was in pain and these shits. Doctors said she dont have a chance. im at home now but doctors called me, my mom died. i cryied alot but it was that she want. deep down i know she is now smiling in heaven. they said her last words. Its was something like

“Kitchen, third drawer."

i didn't think about this. i was just crying for like two days. but now its been a week. I almost forgot about what she said. its so wierd but i go to kitchen and look at the third drawer. fuck! there is number and adress. i cant read it! god my mom really needed school. wait maybe her boyfriend will know. but im afraid of him. he is so creepy once he was about to rape me but my mom saved me. she was with him only for his money.

i just called him and he said it says

" there is number to your dad, also address . please be strong with him and im sorry"

what? why is she sorry?  i dont understand... after two days i was mentally ready to call him.

"um hello..." i said

"who is calling"

"camilla lopez"

"shit camilla... its everything okay?"

"who is there"

"your dad."

"mom died..."

"fuck.... i loved her so much..."

his voice broke.

"i will send a car get ready you will live with me."

what? he didn't even say he is sorry? or he love me? fuck im so angry at him. while packing my dresses i sing Adele's songs. I love her songs. i didn't said my hobby is singing. when i seen the big limo i was shocked. my dad is rich? fuck yeah! when i was standing in front of the big palace i was so shocked. "fuck its so big...." it was just so big black house. i mean it was really big it look like palace. when i went inside i saw my dad. i really look like him. i ran straight to him and hug him i dont even know why but i just need someone now.

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