Abondoned and Abused (a Roc Royal love story)

Chapter 8

Hey guys I cant promise what will happen in the future, but i decided i wanted to keep writing this story. Its been awhile, and my writing style has changed, but i thought i should give it a try. Also, each chapter is going to be one persons pov to to make it a little more neat. Well, thats it so, here it is.
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                                                    Kari's pov
Im so confused. Every time I look at Chres there is a little part of me that screams to run, and another that says stay. FUCK YOU AMNESIA! (Punch) GO TO HELL STREET POLE! (Punch)

Chres: Why the fuck is there a whole in my wall!?!?

Me: Well, you see, there was a fist, and that fist tapped the wall.

I shrugged. Damn. my knuckles are purple. That isnt gonna be pretty tommorow. He just shook his head.

Chres: Well, i just came in here to ask if you wanted to skateboard or somethin.

Me: sure.

I grab my snapback off the mirror and glance at myself. I knew it, I am hella cute. I have on a crop top and jean shorts, and judging by the way Chres is staring at my butt i think he agrees. I laugh at his expression.

Me: leggo

I follow him out to his big ass and my mouth drops. On the side, they said things like Buick, Chevelle, Road runner, he had everything. I've never seen anything like it. Or have I?

Chres: skateboards are over there on the shelf, your choice. As for the cars, you can look, but don't touch.

Me: That was strike one, never get cocky, or your ass is gonna get a beating.

He did a weird smile thing. I don't know why since I just threatened him, but I guess I'll let it slide. We each picked our skateboards, and it was then that i realized I have no fucking idea how to ride a skateboard

Me: Uh, Chres, i don't-

Chres: Your the best skater around, just start going. It's in your blood.

Me: Fine, but if I die, it's on you.

I put one foot on the board, and push off. After a little bit of wobbling, I was riding. He wasn't lying when he said i was good. They're were people around yelling my name, and they're faces were all kinda familiar, but they just weren't clicking. Dammit amnesia. Why u do dis?
   

After going around the block, I came back over to some guys talking with Chres.

Guy: hey, Kari. Long time no see. It's Damien, remember?

Me: *hushed* I'm sorry

Damien: Its cool, lil homie. We were just about to hang and do something, lady's pic.

I was about to tell them to pick, but then something just, clicked

Me: Puchball.

They all looked at me like i was cray and the did this weird huddle hug. That's right, puchball was a game i played with the guys when i was with the guys way back. I remember their faces, but names still weren't coming. It was like a movie in my head. Whoa.

Guy 2: Ey, lil homie, we still got hope for you.

I smirked. Prepare to get your asses kicked boys.