Chapter 34: Memories

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LIAM POV

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I run back to the car and see Brittney with her head in her hands. I open the door and pull her close to me. "You're pregnant." I smile. "You're n-not mad?" Brittney chokes. "Never! It's our baby that we made together." I smile. She gives me a weak smile. I kneel down to her stomach and pull up her shirt. I plant a kiss on her skin. "You're safe with me." I whisper. I stand back up and kiss her head. "Thank you Liam." Brittney cries. She pecks my lips and moves to the passenger seat. I get into the car and buckle in. " Ready?" I ask. "Ready." Brittney smiles. I pull away from the large cabin and drive away. Brittney pulls out her phone and does her pass code. "Love, I have a question for you." I say. "What is it babe?" Brittney asks. "Well you have a Galaxy S5 right? The Galaxy S8 is the newest version, why don't you upgrade?" I ask. "This phone just means so much to me. Ya know, I bought this phone with my own money and I got the exact same one for Mallory." Brittney smiles. "Wow, you two must be very close." I answer.

"Since the 7th grade. When we met, we instantly clicked. We felt that we knew each other somehow. Later on, we found out we had only 1 mutual friend when we we're younger; It was Tracy." Brittney says happily. "That's wonderful." I smile. "Ya know, in the tenth grade, I had recently got a boyfriend. He was abusive just like Mallory's dad. I just refused to tell her. One day he tried to take me to the janitor's closet and rape me. Instead he got strong chemicals in my eyes and left me. He blinded me, I couldn't see for over 3 months. She found me laying there blinded. " Brittney says shakily. Right when we get to a stop light I look over to Brittney and look into her light brown eyes. "They used to be a dark brown. Dark enough people would mistake them for black eyes." Brittney smiles.

"No matter what, you're eyes are beautiful." I grin. Brittney giggles at bit. The light in front of us turns green. I step on the pedal and the car moves. Brittney taps on the audio and plugs her phone into the car. They song Moondust comes on. By every single word Brittney's voice follows.

I'm building this house on the moon
Like a lost astronaut
Looking at you like a star
From the place the world forgot
And there's nothing that I can do
Except bury my love for you

The brightness of the sun will give me just enough
To bury my love in the moondust
I long to hear your voice but still I make the choice
To bury my love in the moondust

Nothing can break in the space
Colder than the darkest sea
I have dreams about the days driving through your sunset breeze
But the first thing that I will do
Is bury my love for you

The brightness of the sun will give me just enough
To bury my love in the moondust
I long to hear your voice but still I make the choice
To bury my love in the moondust

I'm a cast away and men reap what they sow
And I say what I know, to be true
Yeah I'm living far away on the face of the moon
I've buried my love to give the world to you

The brightness of the sun will give me just enough
To bury my love in the moondust
I long to hear your voice but still I make the choice
To bury my love in the moondust

I've buried my love in the moondust

Brittney finishes her song with a smile. "I sang this on the first karaoke night with the girls" Brittney smiles. "It was on my birthday. I had just turned 16. I got to have the basement for my party. My basement was pretty big and luxurious. Practically a giant bedroom when I needed. When all the people I invited came, we sang and danced. It was my first party I hosted." Brittney says. "Wow, you must've had the best party ever." I smile. Brittney just nods. "My ex showed up and tried to get back with me. He threw pots at me and slit my side with glass." Brittney chokes. "W-who is your ex?" I try to say. My anger boils up inside of me just thinking that someone would do that to Brittney. "His name was Giovanni. He's a famous soccer player now." Brittney whispers. "How bout' we pay him a visit?" I question deviously.

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