Dimelo Papi | Zabdiel De Jesus

Chapter 94: Too Late

Camila

Zabdiel drove around for what seemed like forever in order to find a hotel for us to spend the night in. Despite everything that is going on right now, he keeps his calm for me. He caresses my thigh in the most comforting way the whole time. He is my peace and no matter what happens, i will never leave his side. Without any hesitation, I left with my very own Romeo. Even though I'm feeling guilt for what I did, I know deep inside I did the right thing. By the time Zabdiel and I enter the hotel room that we will be spending the night in, we lay exhausted on the hotel's bed with my back facing him. I don't feel like talking to him for now.

I chose Zabdiel over my family especially over my dad. This is something incredibly hard for me. My dad always liked Zabdiel and he always supported us so this is something new for me. I never thought I would have to go through this. I chose Zabdiel because I love him and it wasn't fair what my dad was saying, he was being irrational. I just pray to God that one day he forgives me because I didn't do anything wrong.

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It's seven in the morning and I haven't slept at all so I might as well get up. Zabdiel is lightly snoring so I get up slowly to not wake him up. I go to the bathroom to pee and then brush my teeth with the samples they have here. I wash my face with water and pull my hair up into a ponytail. I'll be back in Miami soon so I won't have to struggle any longer.

At around ten in the morning, Zabdiel wakes up and then I get a text from Emily. She asks what hotel I'm staying in and I give her all the information. Thirty minutes later she comes to the room. Zabdiel is on his phone looking for flights to Miami.

"¿Con quien viniste?" I ask Emily as she comes into the hotel room.

"Sola, me vine en un Uber. Vine por las llaves del carro de Gerardo y también para traerte un cambio de ropa." She says.

"Gracias." I half-smile at her. "¿Porque no vino Gerardo?"

"No quizo venir porque dijo que le iba doler verte una vez más. No quizo verte ir so se quedó en la casa." She explains.

"Lo quise ver por última vez hasta la próxima vez que nos veamos que se que no va ser pronto." I pout. "¿Tú cuando te vienes para Miami?"

"Me voy a quedar una semana más aquí para calmar las cosas y luego me voy. De hecho te quería decir que William quiere que me valla a vivir con él y pues acepte." She admits.

"Esa es tu decisión."

"Lo bueno que no vas a estar sola porque Zabdiel vive contigo." She says.

"Eso sí pero no te olvides de mí." I pout.

"Nunca, te visitare todos los días!" She says.

"Más te vale." I manage to smile which I thought was impossible.

"Aquí te dejo, te veré en una semana ok? Te quiero mucho, Cami." She hugs me goodbye.

"Yo también te quiero Emi!" I tell her and then give her Gerardo's car keys. She soon leaves and I'm left alone with Zabdiel.

"¿Haz encontrado vuelos para Miami?" I ask Zabdiel.

"Por fin me hablas." He smiles. "Ah sí, encontré un vuelo para Miami las tres."

"Nos vamos de aquí en cuanto podamos, quiero visitar un lado a tu lado una vez más antes de que me vaya." I smile at him.

I quickly get in the shower and then change into the clothes Emily brought me consisting of denim shorts and a t shirt with my white vans. Once my hair is a bit more dry I pull it into a ponytail. I don't do my makeup because I don't have any at the moment so I'll just wear my sunglasses to hide my sunken eyes. Zabdiel showers and by eleven we leave the hotel and get on an Uber.

The Uber takes us to the Santa Monica pier, this I something that I have wanted to show Zabdiel.

"He querido venir aquí desde la primera vez que visite Los Ángeles." Zabdiel says as we're walking on the pier.

"Lo se, me encanta este lugar, siempre me relaja. Yo y mis hermanos todo el tiempo veníamos cuando vivía acá." I tell him.

"Parezco idiota cargando con esta maleta." He laughs referring to his suitcase.

"Que no te importe, si ni vamos a durar tanto aquí." I remind him.

"Te vez un poco más relajada." He remarks.

"Si, lo estoy." I admit. I'm not one hundred percent okay but I feel somewhat better.

"Vamos a olvidarnos de todo por un rato." He grabs my hand and we go the Pacific Park, the amusement park on the pier.

We spend an hour at the pier and then leave to the airport. Later at nine in the evening, we are back in our home in Miami.

Erick

A pasado una semana en que Camila y yo hablamos. Esto es mucho tiempo para mi, me preocupa. Lo último que supe de Camila es que se fue a Los Ángeles con su familia. Trato de comunicarme con ella pero ella no me regresa mis llamadas ni mensajes. Necesito saber que ella está bien después de todo lo qué pasó en Puerto Rico, necesito verla. La ganas de irme a ver a Camila me están comiendo vivo.

"Necesito ir a Los Ángeles." I blurt out to my parents while we're at the dining table.

"Como estas en vacaciones podemos planear un viaje." My dad says.

"No papá, necesito ir ya." I tell him.

"¿Pero porque esa urgencia de irte ya?" My mom raises an eyebrow.

"Sé que Camila no está bien, necesito verla." I explain.

"Si no se siente bien, necesita su tiempo sola. Después de lo que le pasó a esa niña, necesita estar con su familia." My mom says.

"No, yo tengo que verla ya. Estoy desesperado." I stubbornly say.

"No Erick, no vas a ir." My mom says.

"Estoy en break, la única prioridad ahorita que tengo es apoyar a Camila en un mal momento. Por favor, tengo que ir." I beg them.

"Está bien," My mom gives in. "Pero no hasta mañana, yo temprano te acompaño al aeropuerto. Ah, y tienes que devolverte rápido."

"Entonces me voy a preparar para mañana." I say as I dismiss from the dinner table and go to my room.

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I wake up at seven in the morning and I shower and then change into new clothes. I pack in a small suitcase and I'm ready when I have everything I need. By eight my mom drives me to the airport and gets off with me. She signs some papers since I'm still a minor and I'm traveling alone. They don't have a flight to Los Angeles right now so I'll have to wait a while but I don't care.

At one in the afternoon I land in LAX. I somewhat panic because Los Angeles is a huge city and I'm here all alone. I have Camila's address on my phone because I asked her a long time ago when we were dating. I give the Uber driver her address and thirty minutes later I'm in front of what might be her house. This is one of the most crazy things that I've done.

I ring the buzzer from the outside of what might be Camila's house. Por favor Dios, que esta sea la casa de los padres de Camila.

"Erick, qué sorpresa... Que haces por aquí?" Camila's brother Gerardo answers the outside door.

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