Homeless(Jake Miller Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

Amelia (pov)

The ride to Calvin's was far too long. Every tree I passed it felt like a forrest. Once the cab driver stopped, we were in the deadbeat part of New Orleans and in front of Calvin's house.

A ringing of laughter shot through my ears and I stared up at the house looming over me. We had been so happy, and I ruined it. I guess it showed me how truly crazy he was, but a part of me will always love him.

He opened the door with nothing but boxers on, which made me shiver. It had been a long time since I saw him in just that. "It's about time," he said, pulling me into the house. He hungrily planted his mouth on mine.

I obeyed. It felt so damn good to kiss him again. Then, I remembered Jake. He had never payed as much attention to me as Calvin. He's probably in LA now, sucking faces with some blonde chick.

"Wait," I said, pulling away from Calvin. "My name isn't Caroline." He looked at me sideways. "Who the Hell are you, then?" He questioned, crossing his arms. I took a deep breath before admitting, "Amelia Markham."

"Why the Hell did you tell me you were Caroline?" He questioned, lighting a cigarette. He seemed not to care much, but I continued.

"I was 17 when we met, Calvin, not 22. I wanted freedom, so I ran away for the summer and ended up with you. I didn't want anyone to know my name because people were looking for me. I was attracted to you, and figured you were my ticket to being hidden. It was all for fun, I never expected to fall in love."

By the time my explanation finished, he already had half my clothes off. I wasn't going to disobey, so I surrendered. His touch was exotic, even though I had felt it dozens of times.

We laid on the kitchen floor, his mouth sucking my neck. I studied the ceiling tiles as he took control of me. It had been nearly a year since Calvin and I have been together. In that time, I went back to Topeka, my parents died, I moved to LA, then to NYC, then back to LA.

Now, here I am in New Orleans, with my husband.

But I miss my lover.

Jake (pov)

I had a sense of dejuah- vue when I landed in New Orleans. It was like the last time I ran after her. Only, this time, I wasn't sure if I was going to get her back.

When I was in NYC, Amelia came back with me because she was alone in that city. She doesn't love me. She never did. Yet, I was still running after her. I could feel it in my heart, cracking open.

She was with him. I just wish I knew who he was or why he called her Caroline. What did she do? I guess I'll never know because I'm giving up. I can't stand waiting around anymore for someone who doesn't want me.

With that, eight hours later, I landed back home in LA. The moment I got home, I pulled out my guitar and started strumming. Once the sun started coming up, I already had a new song.

A song for her.