James and Poppy: A New Home (or not)

AN: I'm writing a sequel to all of the night world stories and I will try to update one of them every day. The one that gets the most reviews out of all of them gets updated.

-------------------------------------Poppy POV--------------------------------------------------

I blew Phil a kiss. James and I drove off together into the night. We drove for hours in a comfortable silence. I didn't speak because it was all so fresh, saying goodbye to my family…I had lost so much, I looked over at James, then again maybe I hadn't lost everything. I had got James. And as long as I had him, everything would be okay.

"Are you okay?" he asked me a few minutes later. "You seem sad."

He was so perfect. "I'm fine Jamie, just thinking." I told him. He nodded. I knew he wouldn't push me.

Miles flew by in silence. I looked out the window at the now darkened streets. "What are you going to do about your father, Poppy?" James asked. I looked at him, confused. "what about him." I asked.

"He lives in Montana remember?" I asked him. James never forgot things.

"We can't go to him Poppy." James said sadly.

"what?" I half shrieked. His eyes filled with remorse.

"I'm so so sorry, Poppy." He said. His voice was sad. "we cant trust him."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. I felt myself go into a daze, I lost control of my voice. I could only listen in horror of what I was saying.

"He's my dad, James, why can't I trust my own father? Never mind, you're lying to me. What else have you lied to me about? HUH? Are you still seeing your girlfriends? I don't care." My voice had passed through more then one octave.

James pulled the car over, his face sad. He reached for my hand but I jerked it away from him. "Don't touch me." I hissed. He recoiled as if I had slapped him. Pain twisted his perfect face.

His pain, which had always been more important then my own pulled me out of the trance thing. What had I done?

"James?" I asked. He looked at me with a closed expression. His eyes were dark and full of pain.

He opened the car door, stepped out then turned to look at me again.

"I'm honored you think so much of me." He said in a horribly cold voice. He turned and ran away. I looked at him in shock.

I watched as he turned and said." Goodbye Poppy North. He ran again and I watched him go.

My heart was breaking again. "James." I whispered. "James.'

The pain became too much. I collapsed.