A/N: So this chapter and the next will pretty much clear up how the reader got into jail.
I won't be answering any questions concerning this chapter or the next because of how it LITERALLY can revealsomethingi'mplanningsoyeah. Hope you guys understand haha...
Hope this might satisfy some of your curiosities!
Warning(s): Gore
John Malvin was a great man.
An old gentleman who had always given to the community. Going on charity walks, leaving money for fundraisers, picking up trash, spreading awareness of how tubal ligation would end the world...
....America's favorite grandpa. Loved by all people.
He'd been assigned as the Godfather to many newborns, spoken in schools to inspire young minds, and had even talked to the president at one point.
He was famous, and yet he lived his life humbly.
All money he earned through his speeches was given to charity. He rejected offers for bodyguards and continued to live in his shabby apartment despite owning grander properties. Coincidentally, he lived in your city.
His motto? Always give to people, for you don't know what they've been through.
It fitted him because he was always one to give, never a person to take.
You've seen that motto everywhere with the old man's face on it. Everyone had seen that motto.
And yet, you were always wary of him.
There was just something about him that wasn't right.
You had never spoken to the man, heck, he didn't even know you.
Despite this, every time you'd see him on the news, a shiver would go through your spine and you'd feel like throwing up.
So, when you'd see him in your local grocery, the urge to speak to him had arisen.
It had been three months since Duke was taken away from you. The mental anguish had numbed for the time, but the emptiness was still there.
The bed was still cold, with nobody to warm you up as you slept.
You ate your meals by yourself, sometimes accidentally cooking a second serving of food.
The days went by fast, and you felt as if your world kept spiraling downwards.
It was just yesterday you remembered being woken up by police sirens, someone banging on the door. Yelling for Duke to come out or they'd force the door open.
The brown-skinned male had reassured your frightened form, telling you he'd be back and that the police were just confused.
Duke had never told you about his double-life, selling illegal drugs and stealing money from other organizations. He was too ashamed to look at you, as he was dragged away in handcuffs.
The cold nipped at your skin, as you were also dragged in a police car, taking for questioning on the drug trade that your boyfriend was a part of.
The police didn't even give you the decency to change, instead, you had sat tiredly in your thin nightgown, feeling disgusted whenever an officer stared too much at your chest.
That morning you were sent back to your apartment with bags under your eyes and a broken heart.
You didn't even get to speak with him until a couple of days later.
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