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Canning Town, East London
Amirah's POV
I didn't even know what to think right now. The blood? And the guilty look he gave me? Not only did he just kill someone , he also lied to me. I don't even know if I can do this. I want to be there for him , I really do but this is something I don't know if I can get over. I know how it feels to be the family getting told your cousin or brother won't ever come home again. That feeling is one of the worst feelings and can I really be with someone that just caused that for another family. I do like Jeremiah, we didn't get along at first but as time went on he's actually perfect for me. We have the same hobbies, same likes and dislikes, I had never met anyone just like me. Maybe I should speak to him and see where he's coming from.
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Jeremiah had spent the whole night tossing and turning thinking about what he had done last night. The killing was normal for him but he couldn't get Amirah out his head. He wanted to give her space but he was so used to having her up under him. He was also thinking about his sister and Charmz, he had decided to go over to his mums house in order to ask her what was going on. Getting out of bed, he rushed to get ready and was soon on his way.
When he got there, his mum's car wasn't parked there but Jayda's was. "Great I can catch her by herself without mum overhearing", he thought to himself. He patted his pocket and realised he didn't have the house key on him. He knocked the door and waited. Jayda took a few minutes to open the door and when she did, Jeremiah quickly noticed the scared facial expression on her face. She opened the door wide for him to come in.
He stepped in and rubbed his hand over his face. " I ain't even gonna waste time, just gonna ask you and I want the truth", he said to her whilst trying to keep calm. Jayda's eyes widened as she realised that her brother possibly knew the secret she had been trying to keep. She nodded as Jeremiah continued to speak, " You and Charmz?" She looked down sheepishly as her heart sank. Jeremiah stood speechless, he couldn't believe it. His bestfriend and his own sister had snaked him out for this one opp boy. His anger seethed as he pushed Jayda out the way and walked out the house. Jayda sat there and cried her eyes out.
Jayda's POV
I knew I had done wrong but what me and Charmz had was different. He was my first love and I met him when I was 16 at a party. I didn't know he beefed my brother until two years had gone by. I didn't even call him Charmz, I called him by his government. It took a while for me to piece it together and even when I did, he still loved me. He always told me he would never actually be the one to touch my brother and it was just postcode beef that he didn't care for. Anything he said, I believed him. I guess I liked the thrill.
I had been scared to tell Jeremiah all this time because he never thought things through and I knew it would ruin our relationship. In his eyes
I was his little princess so if I had ever told him what I had really been doing, our relationship would have been done.
Me and Charmz were very on and off, I only recently managed to cut him off completely because he was just too flirty with other females. I couldn't be asked for it anymore. I hadn't spoken to him in a while and I hadn't heard his name until Jeremiah was in hospital. Word had gotten round that he had been the one to put Jeremiah there. I knew what Jeremiah did when people crossed him so I knew Charmz' time on Earth was short now. What could I do now? My older brother hates me.
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As Jeremiah drove home, the anger began to fade and he just felt more betrayed. He was getting sick and tired of this feeling. Why did all the females in his life always betray him? This was the worst betrayal. His own sister. That kind of embarrassment on the street? His sister fucked with his opp. What was he gonna tell the boys? He wondered how many people knew this secret. Jeremiah was tired of all this hurt and stress, all he wanted was peace. He thought about how he had fucked it with Amirah as he parked his car outside his house. He decided to pick up his phone and text her as he walked towards the house only to see her standing outside his door.
Amirah's POV
As I waited outside his house, not sure if I'm doing the right thing here. I figured I should let him explain. There's no excuse for it but I don't think I can just give up on him like that. I saw his car park up and I don't think he noticed I was standing here until he got out the car. When he saw me, his face lit up and I felt my belly go weird. See this is what I mean, I can't just give up on him now. I would just have to see where he's coming from and we can move past this situation as long as he promises not to do it again. I was ready to be down but I needed him to accept my terms also. "I'm sorry", I heard him say as I looked up at him.
Brixton, South London
Shaznay's POV
It had been a while since I heard from Charmz, I was really enjoying where we were going. I still missed Jeremiah but I had accepted that me and him will never be. Charmz was the perfect boy and I would be foolish to let him go. I just hoped he wasn't ghosting me because I can't handle another boy taking me for a mug, that will not run anymore.
As I scrolled through Snapchat, I noticed an add from one of Charmz' friends Sean. I accepted and was surprised to see him typing so quickly. " Bro is dead because of you, we are coming for you". I dropped my phone. This could not be happening. Charmz couldn't be dead. I knew the boys would come back with retaliation but I didn't think they would kill him. His boys think I set him up. I have two groups of boys on me for being a set up chick. What kind of life was I living? Where did everything go so wrong?
Here I am thinking I've found myself a new man and I can finally leave Jeremiah behind, only for him to be murdered. I cannot cope here. I need to leave.
