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Carla hadn’t been running long before the heat of the air made her slow quickly from a hard run to a walk before she leaned on the side of a building her head titled back opening up her air way as she panted heavily struggling to breath. Once she could finally breath without it being painful she glanced around slightly more clear in the head from her lapse of judgement and realized she was lost. With the high of the drugs in her system started to dull a little she could feel her on top of the world feeling slowly slipping away, the exhaustion replacing the energy she had. She couldn’t help but feel more uneasy, she was still in a very bad part of town and well she was lost with no phone, no money and she was in a dress. At least when she had her normal clothing on it made her feel less exposed less likely for them. . . to look at her, hungry with lust in their eyes. Sure she wasn’t that pretty or pretty at all in her mind but that hadn’t stopped the first guy from doing what he had to her. 

Wrapping her arms around her body tightly she could feel herself starting to tear up. She needed to get out of her. Find somewhere safe. She needed to find a street that she knew and go from there. Glancing up at the sun which beamed down on her heating her whole body not just by the heat the sun left in the air but also the heat that it casted with its light. Glancing away with narrowed eyes from looking at the sun she pushed off the wall and glanced to the closest street corner and saw the street sign. Glancing up at t he street sign she knew she had heard of this street before. But she had no idea how it connected to anything. She glanced down the direction she knew she had come from and bite her lower lip a little. How far had she run? Did she run in a straight line for the most part? This really wasn’t good, but if she had come from that direction surely sooner or later she’d come to something she knew right? Glancing around she could see some of the gangs around the area, the streets filled with streets, and smoke filled the thick air. She rocked on her feet a little having not realized there was a corner store right behind her.
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Liz ignored Kimberly as she worked her way through her joint and smoke. The combo of them making her feel a little better about the shit she was having to deal with right now. Liz had never thought she’d see Carla again, a ghost that would just fade away with time. Not a haunting memory that would come and slap her across the face. Then the fact that it was fucking Kimberly who brought the ghost back to her place made it all the worst. The girl on a fucking God trip, thinking she was so much better than everyone else just because her father was some mass murdering mob guy.

“Hey it’s a payment, it’s better than nothing.” She shot back her voice raising before Liz scowled at the woman, she then stood up quickly and shouted. “You can’t do that you stupid bitch! I didn’t borrow that money nor did I get it through interest so you can go fuck yourself. You can go tell your fucking father that you know owe him money for some stupid girl who was to naïve to everything!” Liz yelled totally pissed off now ready to throw a punch at Kimberly. Her eyes were narrowed and her jaw set as she glared at the bookie in her room. They came face to face as Kimberly yelled at her to leave, Liz brought up her smokes and took a deep drag before blowing the smoke into Kimberly face. “Fuck off entitled bitch. Go run to daddy crying, Michael won’t let one of his paying customs just poof because your pissed off at me. ” She said matter-o-factly. She saw Ethan show up in the door way her eyes narrowing at the man as she took another drag, holding it in before letting the smoke out again, the smokes almost done. “Touch me and I’ll drop the smokes, you know how fast cloth burns. So fuck off.” She said again still not backing down to the woman.

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A short but bitter left the woman’s lips making Carla glance away ashamed. She couldn’t help but feel discouraged a little. Carla didn’t really help people let alone talk to them. She had enough of her own issues she should really deal with before trying to help anyone. After all everything she said could easily be used by herself yet she was still as depressed and paranoid as always. She picked at her hands a little as Kimberly spoke. She felt sorry for the woman that no one not even her family seemed to want her happiness. Even Carla had people who truly just wanted her to be happy. Both Hale and Jem, well her mother too but she passed away a long time ago. In a way she really only had Jem left. Her Uncle had been someone who wanted her happiness but not too long ago he passed away from caner leaving her alone with Liz her only family left, that she knew of anyways. Carla peeked up at the woman when she apologized for how cruel and bitter she had sounded. Carla couldn’t bring herself to speak again so she nodded her head.

However, not long after that was Carla trying to explain how to build back up trust, when she herself was hardly passed the stage of trusting her own animals. Carla felt a slight surprise cross her face. The man who she thought was her boyfriend who had hurt Kimberly was not her boyfriend. “Oh!” She said dragging out the word. “So-ah-he’s not your-umm boyfriend? “ She said softly. “The guy who was here but then wasn’t here.” She rambled a little her cheeks a soft pink colour. “I feel kinda stupid now.” She said her face only getting brighter as she then glanced towards the window looking for a reason not to look at the woman after making a fool of herself. She was so distracted about him not being her boyfriend that she lost track of how they were talking about getting a pet. Luckily for Carla the waitress came up to them making Carla glance towards the waitress and pale again.

Carla was offered some food but shook her head before asking what language the woman spoke. She nodded her head looking at Kimberly again listening to the words before smiling a little. “Did you speak any English before you got here?” She said unable to be a little jealous of the girl who got to live in such a cool place. The USA was lame and well over rated in Carla’s mind. After that thought she realized she should ask if she likes it here. “So do you like Miami?” Carla asked shifting a little before glancing out the window. “It’s hot too in Italy right? So at least you didn’t have too much of a struggle adjusting to the heat. Some days I still feel like I’m melting and going to die.” Carla said with a soft laugh to herself before glancing back at Kimberly.

Carla laughed softly at Kimberly loving the food. “The chef Luke is really good, he used to own his own restaurant but with how bad the economy is, he had to close it before he lost everything. So now he works here.” She said with a bit of a shrug. She had a feeling with Luke doing so well as the chef here the owners who hardly cared about the matters here would most likely make a deal with him so he could have a bigger piece of what they made. After all he was the reason business was so good. “I don’t think it’s too hard, there surely has to be a recipes somewhere online. Isn’t it really just veggies and scrambled eggs?” She asked believing that’s what it was. Carla knew how to do basic cooking and follow recipes but she had never been much of an egg person so really hadn’t thought much of it.