Lost in Lust

2: I'll be coming for you.

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Chapter 2

I'll be coming for you.

2 years later:

I was only 17 when I lost my parents, I didn't know how to act or how to deal with it. I stayed strong for my little sister and stayed alive. But I was dead inside. Part of me died with them. A small part of me left with him. And now all I consist off is millions and millions of shattered pieces, waiting to be put together. I was young and reckless, I didn't know what to do. I hung out with guys that were way older than me, I started getting drunk, I attended street fights, and I lost myself. I lost my parents, I lost a guy I was so infatuated with, and I lost myself all in one night.And so, I lost at life. I lost my balance and I started doing things that the old me wouldn't have done.

I just turned 19 four days ago and I promised myself that this is going to be my year. I don't want to be that pathetic little girl who lost her parents anymore. I wanted to be that strong girl who overcame the death of her parents and moved on with life.

I didn't want to be that girl who looks at the mirror and finds everyone in her eyes except herself. I want to be able to see me. Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao. The girl who lives life to the fullest and attends a lot of parties. The girl who loves going to the beach. The girl who sings and dances and plays the guitar alone in her room. The girl who is happy and stable.

I wanted that girl, who drowned within my deepest and darkest oceans, to come back to the surface and breathe.

Jen I'll be there in 10 minutes. Tell Tatiana to start opening the place up. I texted my best friend of 8 years now. Jen, Tatiana and I go way back. They've been there for me through every step of my life.

I respect them so much. During the time where I lost myself, they let me do those stupid things without even stopping me. Because they knew that this was the way I wanted to cope with their death. I didn't want to feel. I just wanted to forget. I never forgot their death though no matter what I did. There's a difference between forgetting and ignoring. I ignored their death, but it was always engraved in my mind.

I wore my pink waitress outfit and headed out. It was only a 5 minute walk from here. I started working as a waitress in order to help my grandmother and aunt with money. It just didn't feel right to let them pay for everything so that Sofi and I could be happy and satisfied. Tatiana was already working as a waitress in the first place so I thought i'd join her. And so, Jen decided to join us. The restaurant was called "Eat a Burrito with your Amigo". I know, weird name.

I reached the place and got in. Getting into the kitchen, I spotted Jen and Tatiana talking to each other. Tatiana had this habit of stealing my hair ties and so the first thing I did was force her to give me one.

"Camila! Great you're here! Table number 7 please!" My manager, Dylan, said as he left three plates on the counter so that I could deliver them to the desired table.

"Ay ay captain." I whispered to myself, tying my hair up, I reached out for the plates.I put two of the three on each arm and the third one in my right hand. My clumsy ass got used to all of this , I am proud to say I don't drop the plates anymore.

I walked out of the kitchen and walked towards table number 7. One girl and two boys were seated there. They were around our age I guess.

"There you go, is there anything missing?" I asked as I placed the plates on their table.

"I'll tell you what's missing, your number on my phone." One of the boys smirked at me, leaving me to giggle. "Gotta try harder than that buddy." I winked at him as I replied back. He was shocked almost as if he was never turned down before. Honestly, I could see why. He was very good looking. His eyes were a forest green and his hair was so black. A unique black.

"I'm sorry he's just too cocky, I'm Emily." replied a beautiful blonde girl. Her eyes were a really dark brown that it almost looked black. She had a friendly smile on her face and I couldn't resist not smiling back. "These are Jaxon and Zander." Jaxon had blonde hair and blue eyes, he looked like one of those cute guys who you'd call a golden boy. Zander was the one who tried to hit on me.

"Well it was really nice to meet you guys! I hope you all enjoy your meal!" I said as I walked back to the kitchen. After a long period of time of me feeling numb and empty, I felt happy. I was off to a great start and I wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of finding myself again.

There is no one I desperately need as much as myself in order to move on. I'm not going to be haunted by the memories anymore. I'm not going to allow my past to get the best of me anymore. I'm strong enough to fight back. I am going win this battle.

"Table number 3."

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After 2 hours of working, I decided to take a 10 minute break. Zander left his phone number on the table and I just couldn't not laugh. His persistency was admirable, I'd give him that.

I smiled as I saw Jen and Tatiana serve some tables. I met a lot of friends here. Some were waitresses, others were customers. I started university this year too and I met a lot of people. I was truly satisfied with the way things were going. I would say I felt complete, but i still had missing pieces of myself. I still had this void in my heart. But I did feel content, and that's all that mattered to me right now.

I saw a black motorcycle rushing as I looked out my window. Turning my head away, I focused on something else. Motorcycles remind me of him. I smiled to myself as I remembered the time I sat behind as he rode his motorcycle. It was the first time I've done something like that.

I quickly wiped the smile off my face and stood up.

"Table number 11 please."

I walked out with a plate on each arm and approached the desired table. At the corner of my eye I saw a tall figure enter the restaurant and sit down on one of the tables. As I was placing the plates down, I looked over to him and my breathing hitched.

He had his mouth wide open as he looked at me. He was shocked too. Memories came racing back to my head. This was the last thing I need right now. I wanted to move on. I wanted to start brand new. I wanted things to be the way it was before I went to that stupid party. Before I met,

him.

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