Dying to know you (Camren)

Chapter 3

An: I'm so sorry to the people that wanted me to update soon. I'll try to update regularly and thank you to everyone that is still reading this :)

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Camila had never seen her mom's house before and she wasn't sure if she wanted to. It's dirty, cob-webbed windows and the splintering wooden structure were not inviting at all.
They pulled into the bumpy driveway and Camila's nerves began to kick in.
"We're here," the driver told her, getting out of the car and opening the door for her to get out. "If you need anything just give me a call, okay?" She nodded and he gave me his business card. He looked at Camila for a while before speaking again. "You remind me of my daughter." He smiled at her before getting back into his car, "Bye Camila." She waved and smiled slightly.
After he had gone, Camila looked at his business card. In bold letters it read, Mike Jauregui. She decided to keep the card just in case.
Camila heaved her suitcase up the driveway and to the rotting front door. She took a deep breath and knocked five times. She could hear footsteps shuffling their way to the door. Camila had no clue of what her mom would look like. The front door slowly creaked open and she was greeted by a short, aging woman. Someone very unlike the woman she had known before as her mom. Her eyes were lightly colored red and her hair was thinning and greying. Her clothes were stained and she smelt of smoke and various liqueurs.
"Camila?" Her mom questioned.
"Sinu."
"You've changed so much, Mija."
"You too." I frowned and said.
"You know I would change back if I could. I never wanted to end up like this but when things go bad in your life you need something that will comfort you." She sounded kind and not so delusional but there was no mistaking that her words were slurred.
"Please come inside."
Camila went inside and the inside was not much better than the outside. It was in better shape but things were scattered everywhere, especially ashtrays and wine bottles.
Camila followed her mom and they stopped at a small room at the end of the house.
"This is your room. Would you like a drink?"
"No thank you."
"Okay, well I'll let you get settled then."
Camila put her suitcase on the small, creaky bed and began to unpack her stuff.
Once she had everything unpacked and in place, she got her phone and fell asleep listening to Ed Sheeran.
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An: Once again, thank you if you have put up with me updating this story. I'll try and update frequently if that's what you guys would like?