BETRAYED

Chapter seventeen

Traitor

Traitor

Traitor

Traitor

How could he do this to me?

Me?

"Clearly, you weren't enough Camila. He wants more. He always wanted more."

Every memory of him that we shared together invaded me.

Every memory of him.

 I was the first person he took on a ride with his brand new Porsche. The same night you had a fight.

The first time we met. The first time you had a fight with the stranger.

The night he wanted more. The same night you took your belongings and left him.

All the parties he invited me too. The parties I declined and decided to stay home.

The many, many, many fights we had. The fights he would get away with a kiss and a simple sorry.

Damn!!

I didn't know for how long i sat there, hugging the maasai shuka tightly, lips trembling, moist eyes, until my mom's arms wrapped themselves around me and forced me to lean on her shoulder.

That's when Luca's words hit me hard, 'Try being yours before anyone's else.' 

Be yours Camila.

Be yours.

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Days ran by fast, welcoming the last summer week. Distracting myself with work was a sort of medication from the breakup. I tried my best to avoid him last week but, he was just everywhere. We bumped into each other at stores, he came by the hotel to have a meal or a drink and watched me the whole time as I attended to other customers.

Just everywhere, contrary to the days we were together, where he would ignore me for a day or two.

I didn't know if he just wanted to check up on me or wanted to taunt me and remind me that he'll always be part of my life or something.

"Your not helping me heal Rafael. You need to leave me alone." I told him once, following him out of the hotel.

" I was just checking up on you. To see if you are okay." He had replied opening the car door.

"I don't need you to do that Rafael. If I'm okay or not, that's none of your business. And you are just making it worse by being here." I had replied, a lump forming on my throat.

"I-"

"Rafael, guilt is what's driving you here everyday, not concern. So for my own peace of mind and yours, fuck off. It's over between us." I had told him.

From that day on, his visits and bumping into each other at stores stopped.

"You enjoying the night?" Luca asked me, as he stood beside me, watching the others party their last summer week.

It was the last party hosted by Charlie at the Razona. A party where the two groups came together and have a blissful night together. Most people studied at different states, meaning they couldn't come home for months, only if it were summer or Christmas break. Summer breaks was the only time many people came together to enjoy the races. That's why they were always held on summer since Christmas,,,,,, well, Christmas is Christmas. It comes with its own stuff.