Chapter 7

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Nartajia's POV

Forget shopping!. We went back to my place to chill. " So where are you staying?" I asked.

" I rented a hotel room for the month. I don't wanna bother the fam with an extra person in the house".

For a month? oh no I can't let him do that.

" I have an extra room I wouldn't want you staying in a hotel for a month.".....

" No, I'm ok taji"

" Well I insist and no take backs please. Anyways I live here by myself and I be so bored."

I do and I'm not scared of the dark it's just what comes out of it or something. I don't know.

" Fine I'll stay, lets go get my stuff" I'm so happy 😇😋☺️😍😘. " Thank you" I smothered him in kisses. I'm happy.

" Eew 😊 get off of me man. Let's go before it gets too late" he said.

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Terry's POV

I miss her so much. She's so beautiful. it's been 3 years. If I could change the world over night, I'd want her by my side all the time.

I'm glad she asked me to stay.

After we got home. I took a shower and changed.

" Are you hungry? I don't mind cooking?" she smiled.

" Sure. You want help?"....." If you want. I don't mind".

After we ate I offered to wash the dishes.

When I was done I joined her in the couch and we both fell asleep.

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James POV

Work is a headache. It's been three days since I broke up with tari. She's been calling me since then.

Can't get the memo? Today's Saturday so I'm just go home and chill out. As I get inside my apartment, I went and took a shower.

{. My name is James Anderson. I am the co-executive of footlocker. Many may say my job is stressful but it's not. I work 45 hours a week. Monday - Friday . I love shoes.

I love collecting, I love all times of shoes. And I am happy where I am at. I'm African American and Jamaican. Practical all of my family is raised here in America.

I'm 6"1 I'm built with a teeny gut. I love to take care of my self. I'm just ready to settle down and take care someone I can call my wife.}

I made my way to the kitchen and got a drink. I heard a loud bang and yelling.

" FUCK YOU BITCH!! YO LOOSE PUSSY ASS HOE, NO BODY TOLD YOU TO GET PREGNANT!

I CANT EVEN FUCK YOU RIGHT AFTER 5 YEARS YOU HAD THAT LIL NIGGA.

STUPID BITCH ASS. SHOULD OF JUST GOT AN ABORTION."

The man said as I listen through my door.

"AHHH! STOP PULL MY HAIR! STOP, PLEASE STOP. PLEASE NOT IN FRONT OF HIM.. STOP".

I've had enough of this. I opened my door and saw him beating on my neighbor. I hate the thought of a man laying his on a women. Good or bad. Never lay your hand on a female.

" Aye bruh, leave her alone man don't put your hands on her".

I was furious.

" Oh! so you fucking him too ?"......" Ain't no one fucking nobody homeboy but I know you need to let go of her". I tried to stay calm for her.

" Alright, fuck both of you and that lil nigga in there. This ain't over homeboy!" He said

" Man whatever" he left. I ran to her to see if she's ok. " You ok shay? you need to go to the hospital. Lets go."

She was limp and weak and couldn't speak.

"Cha..a..d" she whispered.

I looked out the corner of my eye and saw a scared 5 year old.

" Come on lil man don't be scared"

I hold his little hand, locked my door and theirs behind us and went to the hospital.

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