London Hills was a teenager and not a regular one. London Hills was homeless, she normally crashed at her friend's house. London Hills is also a thief, a person who steals from those in her line of sight. She pays gangs and dangerous people near her...
The four men look at her, tubes protruding from her cold, pale skin and chapped lips. They see the blood on her and the stitches keeping her together. The girl, London.
The girl that smiled.
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The girl that got herself out of any situation.
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The girl that lied.
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"I got some information on her family." Lorenzo breaks the maddening silence, "Apparently, she ran away from an abusive home, blew the whistle on a drug ring, disappeared, and the obvious that her father wanted her to marry Tyler."
Red doesn't respond to the information, London told him a while ago about her history. He didn't get to tell her how he loved her, and how he had a ring picked out for her.
Blake didn't tell her that she was his only friend that wasn't actually trying to kill him, and she was the only person to show him a shred of kindness.
Brandon didn't tell her that she was the first person to defy him, and he loved that about her.
Tyler didn't get the chance to tell her that he was sorry. That he was sorry for everything. He was sorry for becoming like his father.
And Lorenzo.
Lorenzo didn't get to tell her that he would walk her down the aisle, need be, that he would be her shoulder to cry on, and that he truly cared about her. Not her skills.
And as the four, broken men open her backpack, they find pictures. Pictures of the streets, of sings, and of them.
Pictures of them facing away from the camera. Moments that London wanted to capture forever. The men however, did notice how the pictures were blurry and damp, like someone had cried over them, and how some sides were crumpled, like a person held it in a tight grip, never wanting to let go.
But they did.
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Hey guys! Hope this wraps everything up... I don't know if this is going to be the last chapter. I'm happy with ending the story like this, but if you have any questions or requests, just message me.
Thank you so much for reading and voting for this story! I know I didn't update well and how some chapters were really bad, but thank you so much!!
