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I’ll be updating, probably more regularly, because I don’t have any distractions, Lol. So someone’s gonna be posting the chapters for me everyday, but I’ll check my inbox before she posts the next one, just so my inbox doesn’t get cluttered from your comments. Sooo, continue to give feedback! Lol

chelseababbi-deactivated2014022 said: OF course leave and start over after you've ended someone else's life. His ass talking about she was unhappy anyway whether we were together or not. Bitch ass nigga your cheating put her over the edge. I'm pretty sure if his bitch ass actually tried to save his marriage she wouldn't have left him nor would she have committed suicide. Someone trying to rob a fucking grave though? That's fucked up. Jamie you're a slut and I hope you get an STD fucking wit Chris ass! -________-

Yas. Yas. Yas. Tbqh I don’t really like Jamie. *shrugs* 

Chapter 12


I didn’t know what to say or do. I know had I not been there that night, Sam and the baby would have been alive. I pushed the thought out of my head as I packed my bags. I had to go back home. I couldn’t face anyone here. I didn’t even leave the house for a month, and I needed space to think.
I finished zipping up my suitcase and rolled it down the steps. My aunt was in the front room, doing her usual knitting. She saw my bags and stopped, confused.
“Where you going?” She asked.
“I think I should go back home, to my parents.” I told her nervously. “I don’t think I can handle living her anymore.”
She shook her head. “What are you gonna do when you get home? Live with mommy and daddy until daddy gets you back into law school? No.”
I wasn’t shocked by her words, because I knew that was my plan. “Its better then being known as a homewrecking baby killer.”
“Shut your mouth. Don’t ever say that again. Stop piting yourself and grow up Jamie. Its not about you anymore. Now you’re gunna go upstairs, unpack your things, and get into a dress. Church starts in 20 minutes.”
I nodded my head and did what she told me. She was right, I had to move on.

We got to church just in time, and sat next to Joyce. I thought it was a little awkward, but I remembered no one but Sam and Chris knew I was there that night.
I opened my prayer booklet and read the songs for today. As the congregation stood up, Chris walked in, and I tried to hide my face from embarrassment. His eyes were rimmed with blue lines under them, and his body was thinner then normal. His face was shown with anger, as if he was holding back from hitting someone. He looked sickly to be honest. It was scary.
He slid in next to Joyce and started singing. I tried to focus the entire mass, but my eyes kept wandering to him, until finally my aunt block my view.
The mass ended and in the croud I could see Chris. He was talking into the window of a cop car. His face dropped, and it looked like he was going to his car, but he kept walking up the block. I followed him, walking a couple feet behind him.
We walked about ten blocks until he stopped into the cemetary. I instantly regretted following him, but I went on.
He dropped to his knees sobbing at the sight of the police tape around the headstone of Sams grave. Someone had raded the casket, in hopes of finding jewelery.
“I’m sorry.” I said. He turned around and noticed I was here.
A lump formed in my throat. “If we hadn’t been doing what we were, none of this would have happened.”
He wiped his eyes and sat up. “You know, it’s funny. I told myself the same thing, but Sam was unhappy with me, Jamie. She would have either left me or did what she did. I just didn’t expect it to be so hard.”
He rubbed his eyes with the heart of his palms. “I heard you was leaving.”
“I was.” I said, sighing as I leaned down to sit with him. “I changed my mind.”
“Take me with you.” He said. I looked at him as if he was crazy.
“I’m serious Jamie. I have nothing left here but a bank account. Let’s leave to where ever you wanna go.” He said, not breaking his gaze.
I didn’t want to take him with me, but if I left, he would know. And I didn’t want to be another person to leave him.
I nodded. “Meet me here tonight at 7:30.”