Diseased - {Caminah} ✔️

~{SIX}~

After Camila had basically disposed of whatever drug related substances I carried, she found a card in my jacket pocket.

"Who is Demi Lovato?" she asked, observing the card. "Just so you know, I'm not letting you fuck anyone in here eithe-"

"Shit woman! That's not what that's for!" I held my hands up dismissively. "Demi is the group leader at the Narcotics Association, she gave me her number in case I'm ever in need of help."

Camila nodded at this. "Oh, sorry. I kinda assumed it was-"

"Yeah, yeah," I chuckled a bit. "It's okay."

"By the way, Camila," I began to say, getting her attention. "I have to go to the NA everyday for meetings and stuff in the morning, just so you know."

"Okay," Camila replied. "Do you want me to drive you or?"

I kinda shrugged. "I usually take a bus er whatever. I don't wanna have to be the in the way of your mornings."

"You could just not go to the meeting." Camila suggested. "I mean, they haven't been really helping you, have they? You only go because the city's government is forcing you, correct?"

I frowned. That wasn't even remotely true. The government could care less whether any addict went or not.

"Couldn't be farther from the truth, I'm afraid." I replied. "I go because I get to meet people that understand me, and maybe I'll never be sober again, but at least I have them."

Camila sighed. "Okay then, whatever makes you happy. If you need me, I'll be here to help too."

In my mind, she wasn't helping by stealing my drug supply. But I mean, at least she was trying.

"You don't have to get involved in my life. It's too dangerous for someone like you." I told her, sounding a bit too harsh.

I immediately regretted saying that. Mostly cause she was letting me live with her, and I wasn't abouta get kicked out on the first day.

Camila smiled sadly. Her eyes sank as she shifted her gaze to the nearest window. "You're right, I don't have to get involved. I'm weak and have no idea how to even begin to help you."

"You're probably just gonna steal from me, leave, and never come back. I bet that whole scenario of returning my purse was a setup, and I'm just being played like a foo-"

"Jesus Christ, Camila." I clenched my fists. "I'm not that kind of person, okay? And I'm grateful that you're letting me stay here. What I meant to say is that I don't wanna see someone who was kind enough to let me live with them end up getting hurt." I explained.

She seemed to calm down a bit. "Alright." was all she said. "I'm sorry, I need to stop assuming things."

I smiled at her. "It's all good. And hey, if you ever feel the need to kick me out for any reason, I won't blame you."

She grinned at this. "Fine by me."

The first day of chilling in her apartment went by smoothly. I didn't really think much of it. She ordered some pizza, got me set up in one of the extra rooms, and watched a few Disney movies with me.

We laughed and joked as if we had always been friends, and it felt kinda nice.

Being able to connect with someone who hadn't done a drug in their lifetime was like an old concept that was always uncertain to me.

Camila told me all about how she was going to help me shop for new clothes too, which was kinda nice, I guess.

When it was time to sleep, Camila made sure I was situated, and left me to myself in my room.