Two Faces One Escape (Re-editing)

Chapter Thirty Six

Jennavieve Tora'lei Wilkins
18 years old
Miami, Florida 📍
(Excuse any typos)
Giving the people what they want 🤭⚠️👀
There's some things in this chapter that you may not like or agree with. I ask that you wait for the next chapter just in case. Just know there's more coming 😏

"We going to the pool?" Nodding her head, he looks seeing her reading something on her phone. Walking behind her, he hugged her tight hearing her squeal from being frightened. "I see you posting a nigga now. I look pretty good though." She laughs seeing him peek over her shoulder while she typed her essay of a caption for her special boy. She was going to celebrate him and love on him because he deserved it.

"There, you ready?" Nodding slowly, she turned her gaze to the young man who grabbed her tote. Licking her lips, her mouth parts seeing how good he looked.
"How many you have now?" He looks over himself in confusion before furrowing his eyebrows.

"What you mean-"

"Tattoos? How many you have now?" He smiled softly before walking over to her. She looked up seeing her take off his white wife beater to show everything. "Behind my ear, my back, my forearm, uhh my ribcage, my hands, my chest, and my lip." She giggles remembering that he told her he got that off pure intrusiveness. It was just his birthday, 08/29, that was written on the inside of his bottom lip. "I don't know why you did that."

"Don't forget our phones boo." He nods making sure everything was fine before they left their room. All day, he smiled and smiled some more. He was so happy to be with her and have the opportunity to love her that it made him smile. He felt much better, no episodes, no weed, no stress for now, no worry because he had someone who took the stress off his back. He felt relieved.
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Detective Amber Wells
37 years old
Jacksonville, Florida 📍
(Excuse any spelling mistakes)

"So you're saying, he choked you out?" She looks over the family who hugged the man in sympathy. He couldn't talk, he had to wait up to nine months to possibly be able to talk once again. "Yes! I was scared, he beat me with an inch of my life. I had blood flowing everywhere! He's my cousin but I can't allow him to just think everything revolves around him. He has to think about what he's done." She nods listening to the robot woman talk to her through the phone for the man who couldn't. What was she to do? If she file the paperwork, he could lose everything he worked so hard for but life is hard.

"He's crazy! He kept saying he hates us. He even told his grandmother that she would die. And her day was coming. Lock him up!"

It's been a while, a long time since any bodies has been found. We haven't found Gontae yet and it was starting to become more difficult. In all my years of working, I never had to deal with such a case like this. I don't know what was worse, the kids? Or the fact that I could never give their parents the benefit of the doubt that I found the assailant. I was going to do this, even if it took years. I have a daughter and it scares me knowing that she lived in an area where she had to hear her friends died.

"Hi, I have to talk with you-" The woman nods seeing her sound so sympathetic.

"Amber Wells?! Yo'! Is that you?!" Looking from the woman, her eyes widened seeing someone she never thought she would see again. "Carlos Pretty Boy Perez? I see you're doing well." He nods slowly while he wrapped his arm around the woman who looked between the two in confusion. She was trying to see if the couch was calling for him tonight.

"Yeah, everything's well. How's it going? Still beating people's ass with sticks?" She giggles remembering how she and her homegirls jumped the man who played her so good. She just moved from Ohio and a fine boy walked up and showed her around Duval. They hit it off nicely until she found out he had a baby, and he had four other girls on his line. She was upset and she wanted to make him hurt in the worse way. "I'm sorry, I was young and-"