19 ; caught not captured

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it had been a month. a long, awaiting month. i had even watched the news story on the television about how they found ian carter's body rotting away in his living room floor, but i'd like to think he was still alive; even if it mentally hurt me.

joji had been interviewed a couple times, but i was left alone. thank god, i could only imagine my anxiety acting up and me saying something that could ruin everything.

"venus?" i stood from the couch to see joji entering the house. i nodded at him before planting a kiss on his soft lips, which he gladly returned. it got really heated, and before i processed what was happening, my back was pressed against the wall and my legs were wrapped around his waist.

a loud knock at the door broke us apart, and he pecked my lips once more before setting me on the couch and opening the door.

"joji miller, you're being arrested for the murder of ian carter. everything you say or do can and will be used against you in court, so just take it the easy way and let us take you to the facility, boy." the big officer stated in a bold voice, and my eyes widened.

have we been caught?

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