Here Without You (Jayy Von Monroe) (Sequel)

nine

"Happy birthday Harry!" I smile, giving him a hug

He smiles back, giving me a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks a bunch. You're coming to my party tonight right?" He asks

"Of course, couldn't miss my brothers birthday for the world! I laugh, "But first I'm treating you to a birthday breakfast," 

"You don't have to!" He cries

"But I want to. Now tell me where we should go," 

"Let's go to BLD, I heard it's the best in LA," He replies

"Well we should get going then," I reply, reaching for my purse while Harry let Louis know where we were going, promising to bring food back

"So how's it feel to be 21?" I ask, putting the car into gear and pulling out of the driveway

"I feel no different, honestly. Louis still says I'm the sixteen year old baker he fell in love with when he was eighteen," Harry blushes, playing with his fingers

"You two are adorable," I smile

"So were you and Jayy, from what I've seen," 

I sigh, "I miss him alot. I hate how I can't even see my own baby," 

"You'll get them again one day. Louis has tried reaching out to them, but they never reply," He states

"Seriously?" I reply, stopping at a stoplight

"Yeah, Dahvie never gets back to us. Probably thinks we're crazy," 

"I miss my old life so much, but I like my new life. As Jessie, as your sister," 

"I'm glad," He smiles

I park at the restaurant, only to be ambushed by paparazzi as we walk inside and get a secluded seat. Harry sighs, "Sorry about that," 

"It's all good," 

"So, how are you feeling?" He asks, looking at the menu

"I'm good. My brother is 21 and I get to party tonight!" I laugh 

"Hell yeah!" 

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"God Jayy, harder, harder!" The slut underneath me cried, my hips slapping into hers

I groan as I felt my release, the slut moaning annoyingly as my load let go, making me pull out and throw away the used condom. The girl laid in the hotel bed, sweaty and used. 

Probably used to it. 

"Here's my number, if you're ever looking for another good time," She winks, handing me a napkin.

I ignore her as I snort up cocaine, watching as she gets dressed and leaves. I sigh, laying back on the bed. I stare at the ceiling, before I'm sobbing into my pillow.

Ecstacy would be so disappointed in me. But how can I cope without her? I can't anymore. She was the one, and I've lost my one. Dahvie has recommended I go to therapy, but I always refuse. I'm not crazy, I would say, I can get through this.

None of them know about the drug abuse or my sexual actions, and they never will. 

Essie, I wish you were here. You were my everything, and we will meet again.

One way or another. I'm coming for you. 

With another snort, I'm passed out within seconds. 

Sorry its short, I'm sick and just wanted to update. 

I love you all.

Morgan xoxo