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Chapter 6

Cami's POV:

*7 months later*

It has been seven months. I have seen all the boys at least twice, and Nash four times. That boy. Right now I happen to be in school. I still don't have friends, and I'm considered the loser here.

I walked out of Science to go back. Yaass, finally out of hell. I started up the street, an started to ride my penny board back. I'm still not comfortable saying "home" even though I live there.

I arrived at my "house" to see not only my mom's car, but someone else's. Whu - NASH! I ran inside to see Nash and my mom talking.

"Nash!" I ran and hugged him.

"Hey, Cami. What it do?" I laughed. I barely smile anymore, these are the times that I do.

"What are you doing here?" I smiled.

"Why can't I come see my bestfriend?" He answered. I hugged him again.

"How long you gonna be here?" I asked.

"Well, only about 3 weeks..." He mumbled. That has been the longest he has ever stayed!

"NASH!" I yelled. I'm so happy to have a friend. Well, at least not in California.

*le time skip*

I decided to go to sleep, because it was like, 1:00? Yeah me and Nash stayed up talking. Apparently now he has a girlfriend named Jenna, and by the way Nash puts it, she sounds amazing. I ship them all the way. Anyway.... Nash is sleeping on the couch in the living room because we don't have a big house.

I crawled into my bed and started to drift off, when I heard a loud BANG! I instantly ran down the stairs and saw Nash, holding my mom, who was lifeless.

"No, no, no no no no!" I mumbled.

"MOM!" I screamed an ran to her lifeless body. I checked for her pulse. There wasn't one. Tears started building up in my eyes. Nash wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into one of his amazing hugs. I just let the tears flow out of me. No mom, no dad, no family. My other family, like cousins, aunts, grandparents, they live in Amsterdam. So I have no family.

"Nash, who keeps murdering my family?" I said in between sharp breathes and tears.

"I honestly, have no fucking idea why anyone would shoot an innocent person." He answered. There I was, in Nash's arms (not in that way), looking at my shot down mother.