𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺 /𝑗𝑗 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘

𝟎𝟎𝟔.

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𝑪𝑹𝑨𝒁𝒀 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬
𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒，𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒．
𝟑𝟒:𝟑𝟒 — 𝟒𝟗:𝟒𝟖
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THE EVENTS of the previous evening, had left everybody quite stressed, as the night had been quite eventful for most of the individuals involved. JJ, had in fact offered to assist me in carrying an unconscious John B, to his bed, however, once I had completed the task, I departed from the location, without uttering a single word. I went straight to my house, thankfully to an empty house.

JJ tried to talk to me but I didn't have to energy to argue with him. He went too far last night and frankly, the fact he went to flirt with Sarah, who I told him hurt me just because he was pissed at me or something. I get it, I slept with Rafe, and he was probably mad about that but, we sleep with different people all the time, I was lonely. It didn't mean anything after a while.

Upon having awoken, with much effort, I decided to walk out towards the hallway, in order to rub the sleep-induced particles from my eyes. Which was then brought to an abrupt stop, by the sight of the Sheriff herself, standing in the hallway.

Upon being greeted by Peterkin, as well as her offering me a small smile, I exhaled gently, as my efforts to become more energized were brought to a halt.

"Oh, h-hey," I groaned out, a yawn escaping me, as I offered her nothing more than a flimsy wave of the hand. She resembled a mother to me, to a certain extent, however the thought of admitting this fact had never crossed my mind.

I had taken note of her offering me a thin smile, as she commanded that the two of us required a conversation. "We need to talk, sweetie."

"What's up?" I swiftly attempted to increase my level of alertness, as I spotted various items, which would otherwise be considered normal inside of my house. Broken pieces of glasses that lay near the entrance of my room, as well as a beer bottles and cans as well as a drug lined which was located upon the dining table, were some of the main contributors to the mess upon my floor. It wouldn't take Peterkin long to notice such a display.

As I continued to clean up the mess that was scattered across the floor, I noticed that Peterkin had directed her attention towards the items, which were causing me to require a decent amount of effort in order to be removed. With a pitiful smile, the woman expressed, "Sorry to break in like this, but I was worried about you." she sighed, "I wanted to check on you, see how you're doin'." she spoke softly, allowing a degree of empathy into her words.

Peterkin had taken more steps towards me, as if to ensure my body was within her range of sight, which she seemed to maintain as she gripped my shoulders. I had halted my movements, as the woman asked, "So, how are you sweetie?"

I had shrugged, offering a dismissive response, as I replied, "I'm fine."

Seeing this, my supposed mother-like figure, raised her eyebrows in doubt, before her attention returned to the items of jewellery which littered my wrist. Her gaze glanced at my wrists, noticing the abundance of bracelets. "Are you sure, hun?"