Losing you once was hard enough but two times just kills.
--Anonymous
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Chapter 45(part 2): Blood Idiot
Listen to the song When I was Your Man by Bruno Mars.
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(James' Pov)
Ouch! My head.
Those were the first things I thought of as I hit my head on the bed coaster.
"Shit!" I cussed aloud as I sat up straight.
Looking around you would know that this room once belonged to a teenage boy who was a crazy fan of the Yankees.
The only thing that my parents left behind for me, our house now my house.
Why did I leave New Jersey and come to Georgia? Guess what..... I have no clue why.
Was it cause I felt like April was taking things too fast? A little.
Was it cause I'm a wimp? Kind of.
Was I over thinking things out? Duh!
I had only a few friends here, in Georgia and they didn't even know I was back here, since I decided to remain holed up here in the day and go to some bar in the night and get wasted.
Though on the first day I went to the cemetery and visited my moms grave where I spent half the morning.
All of a sudden, my phone rang, immediately after checking the name I swiped the green accept button.
"When you're in town you fucking call, bastard!" I heard Kiara exclaim. She was one of my close friends here in Georgia.
Her words creeped a smile onto my face.
"How'd you know?" I asked.
"Your girlfriend told Helena and Helena told me" she said in an obvious tone.
"What!? But I didn't tell April where I was? How'd she find out!" I said hopelessly massaging my head as it started to pound.
"Yeah, she said you drunk dialled her, so she told Helena to tell someone to make sure you're alright and Helena called me" she said.
"I drunk dialled her! Fuck! What if I said something stupid! Oh my god! I knew I drank too much yesterday" I said hopelessly.
"No shit Sherlock" Kiara said with no enthusiasm. "Also, I'm at your door, open up" she said and cut the call.
I pulled on a T-shirt and ran downstairs and opened the door.
"I'd hug you, but I don't hug people I'm dissapointed in, oh and you look like crap" she said with a disgusted look and walked straight past me into the kitchen.
"The same old, snarky Kiara Thomas people!" I muttered under my breath.
She had grown a lot more taller than the last time I saw her, she was almost my height now and her black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. She was wearing a leather jacket and a tank top with jeans and boots.
She's from England, moved here when she was eleven. Hates it when people make fun of her accent. And she's straightforward and doesn't take shit from anyone. Oh, and don't tell her I told you this but she is pretty sassy.
You never heard me say that!
She walked to the fridge and when she realised that the only thing in there was a carton of milk she shrugged and sat behind the counter opposite me.
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