ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ [ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ]

22 murder suspect

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waking up, still in the car, all i could hear was the local radio talking on and on about the fatal shooting of sheriff peterkin.

knowing exactly what had happened to the woman i shivered. rafe cameron, what happened to him?

he used to buy me cigarettes and talk to me nicely all the time, i was even drinking with him the other day, i cant believe i fell for his lies and his fake kindness. he shot me in cold blood and practically laughed about it.

i snapped back to reality after kiara shut off the radio.

jj then broke the silence "maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all, but" he began "who are the cops going to believe? ward cameron or us"

the rest of us looked down tired as hell as he continued "the accuser is a big shot developer, kind of lord of the island" jj described ward "and the accused is john b, who is..." he stuttered for a moment "pretty much a homeless 16 year old boy"

john b then thanked jj sarcastically and pope swore in realisation of how screwed we were.

"Yucatan" jj stressed "i'm saying that's the only option, what other option do you have?!"

my brother then interrupted him "jj enough with the mexico bullshit, alright, sarah's gonna bail me out"

kiara joined into the conversation supporting john b's idea "she did witness the whole thing, along with char, but she is like john b, a homeless 16 year old girl" i laughed for the first time in a while.

"and she's gonna snitch on her brother?" pope questioned, "not happening bro" jj spoke again smoking his joint at the same time "we gotta get you off the island"

the two boys suggested a ferry as we all ducked down again as the third police car this morning sped past us.

"sarah's not a pogue john b" pope stated, "yeh you cant stay here man" jj added.

i cleared my throat "funny how this whole time we avoided foster care to not get separated, now you're going to have to leave anyway" i smiled tears filling in my eyes.

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we drove up to the ferry station and pope was sent to go out and look at the times and returned with a stressed look on his face "bad news, the ferry's closed, and there's this.."

a wanted poster of john b was passed around the group "well john b, this is a good framer of you" jj joked.

the reward on the poster was twenty five thousand meaning the whole island would be on lookout for john b, probably not a good idea for us to be in the public eye at this moment.