Chapter 1

Kamari P.O.V

 

"Mommy get up! Get up! Wake Up! Momma wake up! You're going to be ok, just get up!" I screamed. "Leave her alone! This is grown folks business! Get the hell out!" he yelled at me. He pushed me out and locked the door. I put my back against the door and slid to the floor. More and more belt lashes sounded. I put my knees to my chest and rocked back and forth. Finally, a gun shot went off. I put my head down as I started to feel suffocated. More fired off, rounds, and rounds sprayed as a screamed. I gasped for air as I sat up in my bed. I was drenched in sweat, my hair was frizzy, and I think I even peed on myself. "Shit!" I cursed to myself. I quickly got up. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. "Ughhhh". I let out a frustrated sigh.  It's the dream of how my mother died. She had just came home from work. All excited and bubbly. I already knew what it was. She was pregnant. Long story short before I get emotional, he claimed it wasn't his, she claimed it was and he killed her. I was six years old, bouncing in and out of Foster Care and group homes. Raped and beaten in almost every home. By the time I was 17 I had been either raped or beaten roughly 375 times. I got up only to be brought back down by my stomach. Once I was finished throwing up I cleaned my bathroom and changed the sheets on my bed. I am 23 now, and today is moving day. Well, not really moving day but running away/leaving my abusive boyfriend day. Here was the plan, Javen leaves for work a 7:00 a.m. everyday and comes home at 5:00 p.m. sharp everyday. It's 7:15 and my plane leaves at 10:03 a.m. Because I'm running away I haven't packed for the move. I paid for extra bags (cause I got money like that) to put all of my stuff in. I cleaned the house and then I started with my clothes. I picked out a pair of black leggings and my grey and black Mickey sweatshirt. I pulled my black bralette set with a pair of mix matched socks to put under my grey Bailey Bow Uggs. I put my disney hat on the desk along with my Givenchy black purse. I packed it with my Ipad, headphones, charger, toiletries, inhaler, medicine, and hygiene. Now lets start packing I need to be out of here by 8:00. I packed my clothes and my shoes first, then I moved on to my jewelries and purses. I finished up with my hair care and hygienes. I had my car shipped out their yesterday so I'll have to call an Uber. It'll be here in 45 minutes! That's the longest I've ever waited for an Uber! At least it gave me time to get showered and make up the bed. I got in the shower and washed my body and my hair. I stepped out hit that hygiene routine and slipped into my clothes. By the time I was finished I had 10 minutes to spare so I rotated the laundry and took some chicken out for him to cook tonight ;). His note was already on the nightstand and I had all my bags downstairs. I grabbed my snacks and locked the door. 

 

 

It's 8:30 and I'm running a little behind. The first stop was the Sprint store. It was time for an upgrade and I needed too change my number. I thought this all the way out. I left my old phone at the house, deleted any text messages, pictures, and and calls. I wiped the memory off and cleaned my fingerprints on the phone (because he could have my fingerprints traced and reported as missing and then they could track me to my new home in Atlanta). The police has all the information so as I put in the letter "If you coming looking for me you will have to go to the Police Headquarters, report me as missing and they will arrest you onsight and you will be charged with rape, and domestic violence, so don't try me. And even if you don't I'm out the country so look for me all you want." I traded my phone for the iPhone 7 Plus Jet Black, changed my number, made sure that no-one could get in contact with me, took myself off his plan, payed the bill for over 6 months, and restricted my information. It's now 8:45 and I'm pushing it. I lost 5 minutes waiting on the Uber and made it to the shop right at 9:00 a.m. She knew what was going on and she quickly dyed my hair brown. As I sat under the dryer other women did my eyebrows, eylashes, and filled my nails in. I made sure to call the Uber as soon as I came from under the dryer. After I finished he was pulling up. I quickly loaded everything in the car. Said my goodbyes and headed to the airport. Arriving at 9:45 and checking in by 9:55. I was in line syncing everything back over to my new phone and boarding the plane. In almost no time everyone was seated and settled in. I was jittery imagining things like him stopping the plane but I'd been so careful. I told the ladies in the shop I was moving to Jamaica. I calmed down as I felt the plane move off the runway and into the air. I was happy that we were now floating above the clouds. I will truly miss Louisiana, it's all I've ever known but it's time to leave and I am ready for it. "Attention passengers we will now allow all tablets and laptops to be out we have 1 hour and 30 minuets till we reach Atlanta." the pilot stated over the intercom. I relaxed in my chair and turned on some music. I turned on my tablet to finish up some last minute home decor shopping. I already bought a house and my brother went by everyday to pick up packages and put them together. We facetime so I could tell him where to put things. I finished up an closed my eyes. 

 

 

Chapter 2

 Carter P.O.V

 

"Nigga come the hell on!" I shouted as I waited for Marshawn. "Nigga if it ain't right she gon' flip so you can wait." he yelled from one of the rooms upstais. "Uggggh! Who are you doing this for anyway? I know this ain't for no broad!" I replied. He appeared at the top of the stairs. "Aye man, this for my sister. She'll be here in about 2 hours, so you needa bring yo impatient ass on up these god damn stairs and help me put this dresser up. Cause if she knock you ass out it's on you." I scoffed. "Yeah whatever." I said walking up the stairs. I went in the room to find this nigga putting drawers in the dresser. "You had me walk upstairs and all you doing is putting dressers in?" I said. he got me fucked up. "Nigga shutup, I have to move it to the other side and you are going to put this mirror up on the wall in front of it." I looked around in the room. There were pictures of Muhammed Ali on the walls, and everything was put in the right place. The wall where the bed was had a pastel color of purple, blue, white, and pink. All her other walls were grey. Her bed was a queen silver and tealish set. It all kind of flowed together. 

"Aye she just texted me that she was here." Shawn said. "I thought you said two hours?" I said confused. "Well I guess not, can you pick her up while I finish this up?" He asked. "Yea, I'll be back." I said. I grabbed my phone and the keys and left. As I was driving towards the airport I started thinking, is she cute? Why is she just now moving here? Why she by herself? Where is she from? How come her brother been living here going on 9 years? How old is she? I pulled up and let him know that I was here and to tell her. A short and I mean short girl came out with at least 9 suitcases. That must have been her. I quickly helped her with all her bags into the car. She held her head down so I couldn't really get a good look at her. Once we were finished she finally looked up and there stood the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She was a short light brown skinned, grey eyed, thick as fuck, curly haired masterpeice. Her nose was the right size and her lips, them looked classy, cute, and kissable, yet they looked like they gave best head ever. Ion even think I mentioned that ass, I mean that shit is leathal. I felt an immdieate hard on looking at her. 

Kamari P.O.V.

 

He is fine as hellllllll. I mean like he is fiiiiiine! He looked to be about 6'4. Too damn tall. Since I was 4'9 he was like a giant. He kept staring at me so I flashed a smile and said "Creep!". He woke out his trance. "My bad Chere, you just fine as hell." He said making me blush. "Chere? You ain't from here?" I questioned. I used my full accent and that caught his attention. "LSU or LSUS?"he asked. "LSUS, why chu kno me?" I asked, using my full accent again. It felt so good to talk normal again. Practicing proper language was so hard. I relaxed and took full inventory of his body. Nice brown skin, almost black eyes, pink-brown lips, and amazing body. He looked fresh to death in his gray hoodie, and dark jeans. He wore black and grey frames to match. His hair was freshly twisted out with a post week haircut. Oh I knew men well. Too well. He was a quiet, but not shallow man. His monster sized dick was making a print in his jeans. Lord all mighty he was fine!! Me being the freaky person I am licked my lips and went around him. Walking towards the car my purse really did fall, so I "bent" over to get it. I hopped in the truck (Driver's seat, my name ain't daisy the fuck). He got in and looked at me with confused looks. "What, you thought you was going to drive to my house? Ion even know cho gotdang name bruh!" I said. He laughed. I put in the address on Google Maps, started up the car and drove off. Pulling up at the stoplight he took a video on Snapchat. "This girl... gone tell me I can't drive to her house and she don't even know where she going!". "Shutup add me @smartistabeauty." I smiled and posed. We took more and more videos and pictures. He finally settled pulling up at my house with one last picture. 

 

Chapter 3

Kamari P.O.V.

 

I picked a beautiful house!!!! Everytime I see it it's just amazing to know that it's mine. I raced up tot the door only to have to run back to the car so I could get my purse. "Move out the way wit cho' big bodied muscle sized self!", I said. "Girl if you dont' get yo big headed ass on somewhere, I'm tryna get your stuff out my car." he replied. I rolled my eyes. Freak thought #2. I shrugged my sholders and climbed over him and straddled the middle backseat, slowly I reached for my purse behind the driver's seat. I grabbed it and flipped over on my back and sat up slowly. He dropped the bag and lowered me down easily but rough. "Keep fucking around. You startin' something you can't finish." Freak thought #3. "Oh I can finish it, but can you handle it is the question.", I said all extra sexy. I slowly flipped us over, so we wouldn't fall and I straddled him....... hard. I went in and he slowly rocked his dick back and forth. This felt wonderful, but it was also hard maintaining a tough position. Right when we started going in, his phone started ringing. Perfect oppourtunity to tease. Freak thought #4 I slid off and bent down slowly picked up my backpack, and bit my bottom lip while pulling one of my suitcases. I sashayed up the little walkway. I unzipped my purse and got my keys. I quickly unlocked the door and dropped my purse. 

 

It was beautiful, the sitting room that I'll probably never use was gorgeous!!! I loved the dark beams heading my ceiling and the chandiler was perfect. I went into the kitchen and my jaw dropped. 

There was plenty of space for me to throwdown in here!! It was the most wonderful thing ever. (Keep in mind I haven't seen my house in 8 months so I kind of forgot what it looks like. I ran up my beautiful marble stairs. I slowed down and got confused as fuck. As I walked closer I heard moaning. " MARSHAWN!!". she yelled. I can't believe this nigga was fucking in my house. It's ok, I had a plan. I took my phone out and opened Snapchat. I took a deep breath and walked in. "SOOOO THIS NIGGA IS FUCKING THIS BROAD IN MY BRAND NEW HOUSE I JUST MOVED IN TODAY!! ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY? NO! OH OK." I yelled. I closed the door. I posted and counted to 20. My anger was on 12 and I didn't want her to come out. I walked in and this bitch was putting her shoes on. "Where the hell you think you going. You wasn't going nowhere when you was fucking my brother in my house." I said. I was heating up. "Look bitch, I'm sorry I fucked him in ya house but ya ain't finna come up in here and disrepect me and shit. I just needed some di- SLAP". I smacked her dead in the face. I then grabbed her weave (which was in tight, I needa figure out who did that!!) and threw on the bed. I got on top of her and went in on her. Punching, scratching, spitting, pretty soon I blacked out and she came out and I couldn't see anything but red. After about a couple of minutes somebody came and pulled me off. Thank god for that cause my body started trembling meaning my MS was taking effect. I was thrown on a bed and I couldn't breathe. I started to feel suffocated and like my throat had been smashed by a 8 pound wieght. I started weeping like a mother who had lost his child. Dammn you AB blood. My ears started popping. I was pitching in and out. Finally I felt like I could breathe. My body was stablizing. My vision was clearing. I looked up to see Carter holding my inhaler looking scared as fuck. I smiled and removed the inhaler. I started to speak but he cut me off. "Don't you ever in your life leave me like that again. I almost thought you were dying. I can't deal with that. You can't scare me like that.". I cried. I cried as he held me. 

 

Chapter 4

Karmari P.O.V.

 

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong? Why you started trembling and shit? Why your eyes was wide open and you couldn't see anything? I'll tell you mine.". He asked. I took a deep breath. I told him about my mom. I told him how I felt. I told him how my name used to be Kenjinae or Kenji for short. "When I was bouncing in and out of foster care after my moms died, I ain't have any guidance. I did a lot of bad things. I was alone. By the time I was 16 I had been arrested 6 times. When I got my sentence for my third courtcase somebody in Juvie told me she'd be there for me. She was just like me. Only she'd been in here since she was 12, and was 18. On my very last night we made a pact: that I'd never be back in Juvie, that I'd change my name, and that I'd go to college. In exchange when she left she would do the same. She was killed the next morning. Somebody shanked her with a sharpened razor. I was heartbroken, I felt defeated. But I made a promise, so I kept it. When I turned 18 I went to LSUS, I changed my name to Kamari and I've been away from Juvie ever since. One day on campus my abusive ex boyfriend was yelling at me for not finishing his anthropolgy notes and kneed me. I feel and hit my skull hard. Lucky, no fractures came about but it made my already worseining MS bad. After that I tried to leave, only that didn't work and I ended up moving in. One day he was having one of his hit fits and punched me in my chest. Because I'm so little he broke my rib cage. Peices of my old ribs are still impending my lungs. Right now I have a metal upper rib cage but in about 8 months I 'll be back on regular asthma inhalers. Which means in 8 months I can finally breathe again." I confessed. I was blubbering now but I didn't care. All that bottles up for 3 years was a lot of weight. He pulled me in close and tight, but not really tight because I guess he felt scared. "I'm going blind." he mumbled. I paused. I released my self slowly. I looked up at him and removed his glasses. He broke. It was my turn to hold him. Although I just met him he had become closer than me and my own brother. Nothing can replace my brother, but after that shit he pulled today ION KNOW!! He calmed down enough to look at me. "I need you. You need me. Let's get together and go be free. Go find a house up in the woods cause can't nobody care about like I could. Would you be up for that?" He asked. I was beyond stunned. First I ain't know he could sing and then to take the Barney song..... Beyond Childish. I smiled. F.T (Freaky thought) #5: "I'm up for anything with you. As long as you come take a bath with me." I winked. I walked in to the bathroom taking off my shirt. I turned on the bath the water, and unpacked my clothes. Carter took out my shoes and put them up. I got the towels from the linen closet I had Marshawn put together and grabbed the warm vanilla sugar and peeled off the rest of my clothes. I eased in the tub and felt my muscle relax. Then his childish ass gone jump in splashing water everywhere on the sides. "Nigga cho ass cleaning that shit up." I said in between laughs. "You just make sure you ready when we get out this dammn tub." he said. Lord he turns me on. F.T. #6. "I'm ready now," I said. I slowy rised up but he quickly brought me back down. "You keep doing all that freaky shit and I'ma fuck around and have to cuff you. Cause that ass gon have you on lockdown." he said in all seirousness. "Maybe I want you to cuff me. Mabye I want you to put me on lockdown." I said. I got up but was pulled down again. He kissed me. Nice and slow at first. Thank god he sped up cause I was getting emotional. He rubbed on my back and massaged my ass with the softest hands I ever felt. He then picked me up and placed me on his dick which was at full attention. After a few minutes of that heated make out session he broke away. "Girl your lips taste good as fuck. F.T. #7 "That's only the begining of what taste good."  I made it out the tub without him pulling me down this time and dried my body off. I lotioned back up and put on a lace red and black bralette set. I took out my just put away duffle bag and threw a buch of basketball shorts, camis, socks, underwear, windbreakers, and sweatpants in there. I slipped my black and whit huaraches in and all of my tolietries, hygiene, and medicine in there. I then put on some ripped light washed jeans, my red high top converse, and My gray and red Harvard sweatshirt. "It's some clothes in the guest room, hurry up I need to go pick up my car!" I yelled. I was all packed for however long we was leaving for. He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Girl don't ru- dammmm how youready to go? "he questioned. "Boy shutup. Let's go to the Carribean." I said. "My credit card is in my pocket, you get the plane tickets and the hotel and I'ma be ready in like 7 minutes. "Ok." I can't believe he was willing to just drop everything and go to the Carribean with me. I did as he said and paid for the flight (which the next one was 4 hours) and paid for the hotel. He came looking mighty fine in some black and white basketball shorts, a white shirt, and his 12's which he already had on. I grabbed my bag and closed my room door. I then locked up the house and headed to the dealership. After I got my Jeep we grabbed some Mary Mack's and went to his house. It was gorgeous but not like mine. It was dirty. We ate he packed his clothes and we left. Off to the Carribean.

Chapter 5

Kamari P.O.V.

 

 Three months and 483 freaky thoughts later, we were now in Jamacia boarding a plane back to Atlanta. It was wonderful. He has become my everything, he has made me commited to him. All the men in the world couldn't take me from him. My new boyfriend Carter was a fine ass basketball player for the Atlanta Hawks (#5/ Not Really), and a really great father. His daughter is 6 years old and her name is Kehlani named after the singer. She is the cuetest little girl I've ever seen. She was definetly his daughter in her sarcastic and childish ways. For her to be 6 she is really smart. I get to facetime her before she goes to bed and I cannot wait 'till I get home to meet her. The only downside to this beautiful beautiful trip is her mother, Shay. Shay is an overprotective, hover, abusive, and verbualy damaging woman. She doesn't let her go outside because she might get stung by a bee or eat french fries because she "might" have an allergic reaction to peanut butter! Thankfully when we get back she's going to come stay with him for the summer. Our birthday's are on the same day (July 7) so I know we have a special connection. Only her mom doesn't believe in having a relationship with me. Because I'm a pro boxer she thinks I might get mad and hit her, but you beat her because she spilled chocolate milk on the carpet? I'm confused as fuck but we'll see. 

 

Carter P.O.V.

 

I think I might be in love. I've never seen such a beautiful, committed, hard loving woman before. And show she loves my kid. To drop everything and leave with me. To let me tattoo her on her collarbone. (I know it was already there in the picture ignore that.) To be there for me. Ain't nobody in the world like her. So, I think I;m in love with my girlfriend of two weeks. I've told her everything. She told me her heart. We connected in ways undescribable. It's one thing to truly love a person. But for a person to truly love you back even with a child is unheard of. I think I might love Kamari Lee Jackson. 

Not A Chapter

 Y'all I feel ashamed of myslef:( I that last chapter had all types typos, and it was like 60 words. I read my book and was like what the hell is going on here? Plus, I'm in a relationship and we hardly ever talk. My old boyfriend cheated on me after we had some freaky thoughts ;). And my dad's going blind. I needed a break. But I'm back we gon' get through this and I'ma finish this book. The goal is at least 45 chaps. Pray for me. 

Stay cute.

 

P.S.- The next chapter jumps like 3 moths ahead. 

Chapter 6

Carter P.O.V.

"You should come get another tattoo with me." she said. Dammn I gotta be in love now. "Alright where you gettin' it at?" I replied. "I think on my arm and my finger and wrist, and I'm thinking about cutting my hair." she said. "What? Hell no you ain't cutting my beautiful Chere's hair." I said standing up to grab my keys. "Boy hush and let's go." she blushed. We went to the tattoo parlor first. She got Hakuna Matata on the inside of her finger, some kind of indian henna on the front of her fingers and her hand, a hawaiian flower going down the begininng of her forearm, and two litte flowers on the back of her wrist. Meanwhile, all I got was a angel on my bicep. She was just getting tattoos for fun, no reason at all just because. 

She wasn't playin when she wanted to get her hair dyed. My girl's beautiful, brown, curly hair now had a vibrant pink shade. "I can't believe you did all that today. How you gon begin boxing with all those on your hand." I askes. "Boxing for me don't start till' you start. I don't wanna be lonely while you at practice and shit so whenever you start I will." she replied. Aww my Mookie ain't tryna be alone. TBH I ain't even tryna leave her to go on games. She really got my heart. An I know we only been together for like 3 months but what happened when we was traveling the Carribean,............... I'll just say she is way freakier than I thought. We were currently laying down in my bed trying to figure out what we were gonna eat while playin in each other's hair. "Babe, I want Five Guys." she pouted. I'm not gon lie it sound good as hell, and she look sexy af when she pouting so why I was denyin that I wanted it? It's simple, when she pouts she likes to get freaky. A nigga ain't had none since we got back from Aruba and we been back for like 3 months. That shit grammy winner good. Here it comes I can see it in her face. "Babe-bey I'mma cry. All I want is a Little Bacon Cheeseburger everything except mushrooms and jalepeneos. With a regular cajun fry and a chocolate milkshake."she said biting her lip. Now on the inside I'm exicited as hell but on the out I'm stubborn and kinda blunt. "If you want it you get it, I want Chipotle." I said. "Fine!" she shouted. She got up put her shoes on, grabbed her purse and walked out the room. Yes! If she got it herself she would be mad when she came home. Then of course I would make it up to her and we'd fuck. Aren't I smart! 

 

It's been an hour and she still ain't back. I'm starting get worried. I've called her at least 8 times. I got up and put on a red Nike sweatshirt and my red and black slides. I grabbed my phone and my keys. 

 

Driving to Five Guys was having me in a nervous wreck. Not even 7 minutes away from it I see it. Her truck in fiery flames, flipped over in between both sides of the highway.

Not A Chapter

 I'm thinking that my chapters not me reach a 1000 words like they used to sooooo... would u be ok with that?

Chapter 7

Carter P.O.V.

 

I quickly got out my car. I left my keys in door wide open, I didn't care my baby just got into a wreck. I heard shrieks of help and everybody just kept driving like ain't see that shit. Everybody keep fucking driving like they don't here my girl fucking screaming. I dialed 911 as I approached the car. I heard more screaming and yelling but not like she was on fire, like somebody was there already. I walked around to the other side of car.

"911 what's your emergency?"

 

"Yes my...... wife got into an accident and the car is on fire I'm pulling her out in just a se- RICO WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU DOIN"? Police Lady you gon have to hold on we on I-75 southbound. I dropped my phone and charged Rico. He pulled a gun. 

"Is this the broad you been skipping practice, and not answering phone calls for? This the girl Shay keep calling me for. How dare you leave Shay for this this piece of trash." he spat. He began punching her as I charged him. She had already blacked out now he was trying to kill her. I tackled him and wrestled him to the ground. Punch after punch until the police came. "Who in the damn hell do you think you are - punch, punch, wrecking my girl's whip, punch punch, beating her, punch punch, and pulling a gun out on me!?" I screamed. I let up. I quickly realized that my ............ wife was laying helplessly on the floor. I quickly charged towards her, picking her fragile body up and seeing her face bashed in was back breaker as my legs gave out. I've never anything so beautiful and then so beat up. 

 

 

At the Hosipital

 

Sitting, in the uncomfortable ass chair, staring at the ceiling, looking to god for answers. It's been 2 days. She doesn't want to see me yet. She's carrying my child. I think I realized that I don't want to live without her. When she told me about her life I thought I had problems. She's a broken child and I don't know what have to do to fix it but I will. Kamari Lee Jackson, my project, my future wife, my lover. A doctor came out and gave me her status.

 

A broken collarbone

 

Crumpled fingers

 

Mild concussion

 

Thank God there was nothing serious about her condition that she can't box. Her number one focus is getting back in the ring. Damn, it never really hit me that she is carrying my child. She already said that she wanted to name her first kid Kashmere cause when he grow up he gon say "His name is Kashmere because he make the Kash comere". I cracked up but she was dead serious. Everything about her is my favorite part. They way she can drink 2 bottles of grey goose and still not be sloppy drunk, the way she moves, they way her eyes twinkle, the way she thinks if she turns me on she can get what she wants. I know everything about her. Her favorite song is Tore Up- Kehlani, her favorite singer is Bryson Tiller. Her favorite thing to do is be freaky. She listens to Chance the Rapper at least 8 times a day. And she is broken. That's my favortie part specifically. She's broken and she knows it but she doesn't show it. She's humble. And as for Shay, that trick is in jail along with Rico for attemped murder. The judge has made me the legal parent and has full custody with no visitation until Lani is 12. If Kehlani Marie Jones does not want to see her mother after her sentence is met then she doesn't have too. It just has to be written consent. Lani is at home with my mama, and until Mookie gets out. Everything is fine, it's just I've been up here for 2 days and she doesn't want to see me. 

Chapter 8

Kamari P.OV.

 

I don't want to see him. Seeing him broken will break me. I've had dreams. Dreams of me marrying him, having children, dreams of loving him unconditonally, and dreams of us being happy. But I also had dreams of him cheating, him getting shot, my son being kidnapped. Sooooo, I don't wanna see him until I know for sure that I wanna go through that. I've pretty much decided I just need some type of conformation. Heavily seduced on medicine, my collarbone fully recovring,sleeping away. Blackness, gunshots, "CARTERRRRR NOOOOOOO!!" someone yelled. "Baby I'm sorry, you are my everything." he breathed out. I jumped up. "Carter, is Carter here?" I yelled at the nurse. "Yes he hasn't left. You will be ready to leave as soon as you take a shower and sign the forms." she replied. I leaped from my bed and rushed to the shower. The steamy hot water hitting my face felt wonderful. As I finshed up I grabbed a towel and quickly made it to my bag Carter's sister brought me from the house. A white and black Nike crop-top sweatshirt, light faded jeans and some huaraches. I put my hair in a half up half down with two top knots. I lightly beat my face and quickly put my stuff in the bag and signed the form. I've never felt so determined in my life. I ran to the elevator and it literally stopped at every floor. Once I was off I fully sprinted. He looked up and smiled. I dropped my bags and jumped into him arms. 

 

 

Carter P.O.V.

 

She was running like she was a crazy person in the hallway but that was my baby. I stood up and smiled. I walked because she was running. She leaped into my arms, and as she kissed me it was then that I realized something was off. Her kisses were deeper like somthing happened. Like she was worried. When she finally relased a look of hurt and pain was in her eyes. She cried into my chest she whispered "Don't do that to me ever again.". "I won't, I promise." I said. Confused as hell? Me too, maybe we can be confused together. She got down grabbed her bags and took my hands as we walked out together. 

Chapter 9 Part 1

4 Months Later

 

Kamari P.O.V.

 

We broke up.

 

 

Carter P.O.V.

 

She tried to jump. She tried to kill me. I grabbed her. She cried. She died inside. She said that she wasn't trying to hurt me or us but she needed to go for a walk. Forgot she didn't have a phone. She ran away. 3 days later she called me and said "Were done." I've been sitting in her house, in her room playin the album Surf stuck on Warm Enough, living on Vodka and Water. Completely anti-social from the world, just stop, stuck, and staring at an imaginary stop sign. Voicemail is full, unread text messages. How could she leave me? What did I do? This is everything to me. Can't decide to go after her or not. So I'll just sit here and look at the wall until I decide. 

 

Kamari P.O.V.

 

Standing. Still. Holding my balance on the ledge. Waiting for him to save me. I know it's forever love if he comes to get me. Wait I can't kill another life! I slowly got down and now was seated in a basketball goal. I decided to tell him how I felt.  I grabbed my new phone and dialed his number. Here goes my life. He quickly answered. "Um, I've never been in love, so I needed to find out for myself if this was gonna work. I need you Carter. I Love You." I confessed. Silence. "Where are you?" Damn I knew he was gonna ask this. "The Phillips Arena." he hung up. He hung up on me in a time of need. I put my phone away and just sat there. 

 

 

Will he come get her? Will she jump? She's in love? Cliff Hanger..........................Stay tuned part 2 drops tomorow I promise it'll be better and longer I'm just tired. Exactly at 12:00 p.m. pt2 comes

Chapter 9 Part 2

 A/N: Sorry guys but life happens. 

 

 He didn't come to get me. A janitor saw me and brought me down and offered a ride back to my house. Cried inside. He given up on me. "Thank you sir, all I have is a 20." I said. " Naw suga, you fine. Gon' head in the house. " he replied. "Thanks again." Walking up to door all i hear is music blasting. I quickly realized that he never left. His car was still in my driveway. Opening the door dropping everything slamming the door and flying the door was in an instance. I slowly walked in the room. And found him in my bed holding a bottle of vodka crying. Crying soohard his tears mixed with the vodka and made it salty. Unbreakable tears and snot ran down his face as he caressed the bottle. "She died." 

 

 

Who died? Why didn't he come get her? I don't know, I'll update tomoroow sorry I havent been on in a while. My son came early pictures will be on my profile in a couple days. Love you. 

Chapter 10

Kamari P.O.V.

 

My heart broke. 6 year old Kehlani Marie Jones died after being left in a car for 6 hours in the Atlanta heat. Her mother kidnapped her from Carter's grandmother's house took to a local CVS and left her in car because she was upset that her dad had a new girlfriend. 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 13.01.2017

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Dedicated to myself since nobody loves me :( ....... Just kidding at least my baby Levi loves me. Dedicated to you. Love you buddy. Also, to Jeremiah! Hey bae!