Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 26

*Maria Camilla*

I sat on my bed, fixing my gun already dressed for later.
I'll be meeting with Felipe at central park. My friends need my help once again and nothing would stop me today.
I know it's adding more trouble for myself but what can I do?
If I have to do things wrong for something right, I don't see any fault in it. It doesn't matter how I do it, what matters is the outcome.

From in here, I heard footsteps coming towards the door and it must be Fátima.
Speeding up, I fixed the last potion then hid it inside by bag.
"Hey are you going somewhere?" Fátima said once she threw the door open and walked right in.

"Ah, yes. I'm going home today," smiling, I opened my cupboard and neatly placed the last shirt into my cupboard.
"Oh is that so...?.... I'm also visiting an old friend, do you mind if we go together?" She asked sitting on the bed.
"I don't think so Fátima, I have something to take care of," closing my cupboard I gave her a not so sincere look.
"Girlfriend, is something wrong?"
"You know you can tell me anything. I'm your friend," when she said that, I felt guilty. Her eyes were sincere. She had told me practically everything about herself including very personal things like how one of her ex cheated on her with her best friend. And her parents having to divorce when she was twelve but got back together on her eighteen year old birthday yet I haven't told her a single thing about me except about Carlos.If she hadn't brought it up, I wouldn't have told her.

She sighed at my silence and started walking out but something happened.
My bag fell off the table and two phones spilled out.

Mine and Mia Cruzado's.

Her eyes looked up at me then bent to pick them both.
"Why do you have two phones?" Suspicion filled her voice but it's not possible for her to know the truth.
I snatched the electronics from her hands, shoved them in my bag and zipped it tight.

I checked my time which read
12:15 while she just stood there waiting for an explanation.
"I trusted you Camilla. I thought we were bestfriends and we don't hide anything from each other. You can't even tell me the little things about you, why?... Is it because you don't trust me..... I'm I not you friend?" Her voice cracked.

I'm your friend. You can tell me anything

Her voice rang in my head time and again.
"Fátima," ashamed, I whispered and looked down at the floor.
"I get it. You don't have to explain," shoving it away, she turned on her heels but I soon grabbed her hand.

Damn it.

I have to tell her everything now. Everything.

"Fine I'll tell you everything but not here."
Fátima glared at me before I let go.
Without a word, I watched her grab some clothes from the cupboard and off to the toilet.
Where will I begin?
From the start?
From fifteen years ago?
I've never told anyone about this except for Nicho.

I thought we were bestfriends.

There's no way around it. I had to tell her.
Within a minute, she was back dressed in blue jean shorts and peach off shoulder top.
She was acting all cold and I understand her.
Taking her bag from the hanger, I passed it to her as she muttered a small thanks.

I didn't say anything throughout the entire walk down a restaurant at the end of the street.
"A cup of cold brew please," I ordered.
"Me too," she also said to the waiter.
"Right away." When he walked away, I sighed.
"Listening," she leaned onto the table, her features softening.