A/N - Okay, long ass author's note. For one, 1.03K in like some weeks (lol I can't remember how many) is the fastest I ever had any book hit any type of K so thank you! Next, I'm changing the characters mainly because with the ones I used on the internet, I can't find any more pics of them so I'm using some from Instagram. So I'll go back in the story and replace each pic. So really, they're not gonna look like their parents. I just needed someone who would supply me the endless photo album of them that I want for this book. Just a heads up before questions are shot at me.
Tristian - corierayvon
Christian - iamlucascoly
A'Brianna - jillyanais
Jasper - reeceking_
As always, Jacob Perez is the whole point of the series. He will always stay the same. Next, you like the new cover or nah? You can like answer in le comment section. I probably shouldn't have wrote this story in italics but whatever. And if I say something's in the media and you can't see it, I'm so sorry. Wattpad is jumping on my last nerves always deleting my shit, like with this chapter. I had to write almost everything over but I love y'all so I'd redo it for you. Sorry for the short ass chap, but it gives you some other perspectives, too.
Outside of the author's notes, bold means flashback.
P.S. This is a day behind the smut scene.
Jacob
Unlocking the door, I half expected to be ambushed by two angry girls with pots and knives for "breaking in", but to my blatant relief and yet what seems as my never-ending displeasure, no one was in the house. I looked into what seemed to be the main room of the dainty apartment and saw a little, black flat screen television on a cherrywood counter with a newer looking Blu-Ray disc player and white Wii occupying the shelves underneath.
Crisp, hospital white walls surrounded me as I stepped into the room. The floors, the couch, the small coffee table. Everything was white as snow with the exception of the little black swivel chair off to the side of the couch. The whole room held an eerie silence that had my brain everywhere.
Where were they? Did they know I was here? Are they even here?
I went into their bedroom, surprisingly shared, and looked around. On their dresser was a collage of them at age 5, 13, and now. I picked it up carefully and just stared nostalgically. Those were my kids, and now they're grown up and doing fine without their old man. The thought dampened my mood as I put the picture back.
I searched the apartment further to find nothing. It started to irritate me more and more. Did they go out somewhere or something? What's going on? I'm trying hard not to jump to conclusions but it's getting harder and harder as the minutes fly by. By the time I check the bathroom, I've halfway given up. They can't necessarily hide that well in here.
Opening the door, my eyes dart to the note stuck in the mirror, written in neat cursive with an unblemished red rose and another rose with red paint splattered on its snow white petals on the counter of the sink. Carefully picking up the note, it read,
Two roses, one garden
One perfect, the other marred
Two girls, one owner
One mine, the other scarred
xx Jasper
He has them both. I snatched up both roses along with the note, racing my car to the hospital to tell Christian about the threatening poem and his descriptions of the girls, no matter who which rose may be. Neither can be better than the other.
Changed this so it makes more sense. That last one just hurt my feelings with the way I wrote it. It was terrible. Hope you like this version as much as I do.
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