𝐼𝐼 𝐵𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓈 • Joshler ⭐️ COMPLETED II

🌝 ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ 🌝

Oml guys my book is #154 in action and I swear it was like #864 yesterday. Thank you guys so much for reading this and it's not finished yet. It's nowhere near done.

I'd like to thank:
pronoun-pepe
wedontneedtofitinn
PotatoPears
YukiKyo9

And everyone else for the comments. Reading them really encourages me to keep writing.
And here is another update at 1 Am because I have no life.

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Josh's POV
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I've been laying in bed the past few hours debating on whether or not I should even try to talk to Ms. Potter about Tyler. Maybe I should let him rot in that cell with his cheating ass.

I mean, technically we weren't together but.. We slept in the same bed for so many nights. We practically we're together. We just didn't have the label.

And now, we might never. After all I've done for him, how can he treat me like that?

I kick a empty tub of ice cream out of my bed and move towards my closet. Yes, I've had an emotional night. You can't judge me. No one can.

I reach into my closet and grab a sweatshirt and some jeans. Not bothering to shower. I brush my teeth sickeningly fast, not caring a bit about my personal hygiene today. I just want to get this over with.

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"Hi, may I speak with Deborah Potter. I have a meeting with her today regarding an inmate here."

The new receptionist nods, blood splatter still on the chair she's sitting it. She looks seemingly uncomfortable being in a dead woman's uniform and sitting in the chair she died in. I bite my tongue, holding back a laugh.

She points to Ms Potters office.

"She is ready to see you now," The girl says. I nod and walk into her office.

I sit down in the leather chair across from her desk and we stare silently at each other for a few minutes.

"How's Officer Martinez?" I ask, propping my feet up on her desk. Letting out a small laugh. She leans forward, her eyes glaring into mine.

"I know you have the file, Dun." She says, ignoring my question, "and I'd like it back now."

I shake my head, "No can do."

She growls.

"You can have your shitty ass file, under one condition."
She seems interested.
"You let Tyler Joseph go. A free man."
She scoffs, "And why the hell would I do that, Dun?" She says.

I lean forward this time, my eyes carving deep holes into the depths of her soul.

"Because I know things you wouldn't want getting out."