You can move away from your problems, but your problems will still be your problems. Bryce and Michelle try to pick up the pieces of their lives after getting married and being in a near fatal plane crash. Taylor begins his quest to move on from his...
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MARTIN
"Maaaaartyyyyyy," I heard Romeo's sing-song voice, as he taunted me. I stood outside of the interrogation room watching him on the other side of the one-sided glass. He was sitting at the small steel table alone with his hands planted firmly in his lap. His stare was deadly, but his smirk was playful. "I have a third eye, Marty," he laughed. "I can see your punk ass staring at me on the other side!"
I rubbed my hands across my head as my partner Damon Jones walked up to me and handed me a cup of coffee. He was a husky 6-foot-one, 234 pounds with mocha caramel toned skin. I loved him like a brother, since my own brother hated my guts. I couldn't quite understand why he always treated me like an enemy, instead of his brother. We both didn't choose to seeds of such a monster. I wanted so strongly to have a relationship with him over the years, but it never came to fruition. I gave up and went on with my life. I was snapped out of my thoughts when Damon placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Man, do you wanna interrogate him or should I?"
"Bryce?"
"Oh, he's in the holding cell. His story is the same one that we were always told it was. Evander was about to make his father Braxton have sex with Romeo's mother Selita, forcing the two of them to watch; until Romeo distracted him. Evander dropped the gun and began beating up on Bryce to get back at Romeo," Damon explained, as I continued to stare at Romeo through the glass. He was tapping his foot against the steel table, still smirking. "Selita slid around and grabbed the gun, just as Bryce was flung to the ground like a rag doll. Evander turned around to approach her and that's when she shot him."
"And, he knows we found the murder weapon...the REAL murder weapon?"
"Yeah, and his story is still unwavering," Damon sighed. "His story still adds up to what was found all those years ago, Martin. I don't think he'll be any different."
"HE'S different," I squinted my eyes, as I stared at Romeo through the glass. "He's not the same person. Something's...different."
"Don't do this to yourself, man," Damon said softly. "Don't get your hopes up...not again."
"He's my brother, Dame. That arrogant son of a bitch in there is my half-brother," I took a sip of the coffee. "When I look at him, I see all of the time that we missed. He's living his life, the high life in Las Vegas; while I stayed here in this city working and saving every dime while taking care of my sick mother and little sister."
"And, now what? You want to try this family reunion thing again? How is it going to be any different than it was when you two were kids?"
"We're not kids anymore," I explained. "We're grown men. We're MEN, Damon. And, for the sake of my own sanity, I have to try again. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work."
I turned and headed into the interrogation room to confront my brother.
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