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Memories

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Chapter 4:

P.O.V: James

"Where to" I asked as I pulled up to a house, and I immediately knew that there must have been a party going on because of all the drunk and high people coming out of that house.

I already knew what my night was most likely going to look like.

Laughing in the back, throwing up on the seats (which I had to clean), and figuring out where these anonymous people wanted to go. I couldn't deal with this tonight, I had too much on my plate already. I had to make sure to get home to watch my baby sister, Anna, before mom goes to her late shift. And if I'm just a second late to come to watch Anna, mom would kill.

"Hinting" she said as a bit of relief washed over me. Thank God someone sober.

But that voice sounded to familiar, causing me to look up and see who was in the back of my taxi. And to me surprise, it was her.

"Nijah?" I asked her, trying to make sure that I wasn't hearing nor seeing things. I knew it was her then because she was shocked and confused, but then kinda angry and upset when I believe that she finally realized who I was.

It was my ex, my past love, my better half. But that all ended in one night.

One sad, deadly, and dangerous night.

But I had no time to become weak like I was, so I focused on who was right there in front of me... MY EX!

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Nijah:

It was so quiet through the ride, and awkward. The only time someone talked was when Abbey or Tyler was saying something that nobody could understand. Well I wouldn't say nobody, because they would always laugh at each other like it was some type of secret language. But I was actually kind of grateful because it broke the silence, and was even kind of funny. But it was no time for laughing, joking around, or pretending that everything was ok.

Because it wasn't.

I don't think it ever will be, and I guessed and hoped that I wasn't going to find out, because now we were here.

"Here we are" he said trying to sound happy, but he sucked at acting, and as I looked at his face through the mirror I couldn't help but question what had happened or has been going on since the accident.

"Here" I handed him a 40 as an attempt to leave, but something told me to stay, and find out the answers that I know I want to know, because I just might not ever see him again.

Just the thought of that saddened me, because I actually kinda missed him and knew that I didn't want him to leave.

"James talk to me!" I cried, and he looked at me kinda surprised, and I even surprised myself. I mean I was crying for god sake. In front of James! We both relaxed a little, and then he finally replied.

"I have nothing to say, especially to you" he said coldly and it hurt me and made me cry even more than before.

What was wrong with me?!? Why am I crying so much, and in front of him, in the back of a taxi.

Then it dawned on me.

I missed him, and the memories, both happy and sad, that we shared.

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I finally updated!!! Yay for me!!!!

I added a slight piece of James pov just to let you know a little more of his feelings and that there won't jus be Nijah's pov, BUT it is mostly based on her and will have mostly her pov in the story.

I hoped you enjoy, and I learned a new word that has been used on Wattpad a couple of times... Vomment!

I believe it means vote and comment so, vomment for me and tell your friends or share my story. Thank you for reading!!!

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