⇛ Forbidden Luck ⇚ [Clifford]

❤ Chapter One ❤

Camila's POV

I layed on the floor of the now abandoned house, letting the tears stream down my face as I process what just happened.

My best friend, who I've known forever, made up a rumor that I was a prostitute, and left me in his house alone, not to mention he's probably not coming back.

My parents, when I was 5, divorced, and I felt all alone, like no one knew what I was going through. Drew was my only friend. He understood me. I remember in the summer we used to go to Tim Horton's camp, because we had nothing better to do. We went to that camp until we were 14 and attended as a counciler when we were 15 and 16. Now I'm 18 and stuck in a house alone, without Drew.

He kinda took me in when my mom was off crying or hating her life because "My dad found someone better" or "He was just using me". No matter how much I told her that she doesn't have to worry about dad because she has me, she wouldn't listen. Drew and I would hang out and just do whatever. He was my shoulder to lean on. Now I'm falling because my support is gone.

I sat up, receiving aches from crying so long. I felt alone all over again. He was gone. The one person who was the most important to me is gone. 

I ran out of the house, tears still streaming down my face. I ran away from the house I knew so well, not turning back. I had nowhere to go but I still kept running, not caring how cold I was from the crisp December air hitting my barley covered arms. I couldn't take it. the bulling at school, no one loving me, everyone who I cared about leaving me. I wasn't even worth it anymore.

When I was 14 I was getting cyberbullied. The people told me I was fat and useless. They would tell me everyday until I had enough. I started to cut. One day it got so serious, and I ended up in the hospital. Drew made me swear to never cut again.

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"I thought I lost you Camila! Don't ever cut again please! I'm begging you!" Drew cried as he wiped away the stream of tears rolling down his face.

"I won't. I promise." I said while a single tear went down my cheek.

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Remembering Drew made my head ache. I started to cry harder, making it more hard to stand. I started running down the sidewalk, when I accidentally bumped into someone, flinging me backwards.

"Are you okay!?" A unfamiliar voice asked. I just nodded and tried to stand up but failed and fell backwards again.

"Did I make you cry? I'm so sorry! I'm such a horrible person!" The voice started to ramble, but I cut him off, 'no it's fine... I was just.. um... heading home." I said, sobbing out the last part. A single tear leaked out of my eyes as I got an actual glimpse of the boy.

He was crouching down in front of me. His hair was some sort of Orange-red color and his face looked pale. He had a black Neff beanie on and was wearing a black shirt and a red and blue flannel. His eyes were a great shade of green and a look of nervousness and concern. He was beautiful.

"Why are you crying? You're too pretty to cry!" He said giving me a beautiful smile. He thought I was pretty? Nah, he was just trying to make me happy.

"You're sweet, but I'm not pretty." I said looking at him.

He ignored what I said and asked, " Whats your name?

"Camila."

" That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He said right after I told him my name. 

"Do you have some sort of book for all these pick-up lines or something?" I asked jokingly. He laughed and it was the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard.

"Dude, thanks for making me feel better. Name please?" I asked him.

"Michael." he said, smirking, "Michael Clifford."

"As in clifford the big red dog?' I asked joking. he glared at me and said, "No. Why does everyone keep saying that!?"

"I was just joking!" I said, laughing at his response.

"Can I walk you home?" he asked with a smile on his face. That's when it hit me. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I had nowhere to go.

"Hey... What's up?'" Michael asked, not hiding the concern in his voice. 

" I don't have a home anymore, Michael. That's the truth. Well, I kinda do but.. uh.. it's not the same as it was before." I cried as I let the tears that i was holding back just fall.

"How so?" He said as he looked shocked.

And that's when I told him everything. Not starting from just this morning. Starting from the very beginning. Yeah, I know I shouldn't tell strangers all about my past. But something about Michael told me he was going to be in my life for a while.

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