Russian Roulette (Royce)

Evidence

::Jacob's P.O.V::

"Is Michael Perez here?" I asked as I leaned against the front desk of the police station. The woman behind the desk nodded, "yes, I do believe so". "Is he available to be spoken to?" I asked next, "yes, do you know his office number?" "Yeah". I stepped away from the desk and walked to my uncle's office, I knocked quietly on the closed door. "Come in" I placed my hand on the doorknob and opened it slowly, "hi" I greeted. When he saw me, he looked down and sighed. "What're you doing here?" "I... Thought I'd come and see if you're okay, it's.... It's been a while since you've been home" I said lightly. 

"I know" "a-are you.... Are you going to come back?" "Probably not". "What? Why not?" "Jacob, I was drunk out of my mind, I don't remember much but I do remember shaking your mom, my sister, until her arms were red, I remember literally yanking you to the ground, and I remember kicking you" he said as he looked at me, "you were drunk" I replied. "So? I ruined your dinner with Chresanto, and I ruined the relationship I have with my sister, she pulled a damn gun out on me". "She was only protecting herself and me" "because of my behavior, I can't come back, I'm sorry". 

I looked at him in disbelief, "so you're leaving me too?" I asked finally. "I'm not leavi-" "You're gonna leave me just like my dad did when I was younger?" "Jacob, you don't even like me half the time!" My uncle said as he stared at me, "I may not like you half the time, but I do love you all the time!" I replied. I stood there and looked at him and when he didn't answer, I shook my head. "You do know that right?" I asked, "yeah... I do". He looked away and continued, "by the way I won't be needing your assistance on the case anymore, the officers and I have the proof that we need, and will be arresting Lorenzo August soon enough". 

I felt my heart skip a beat and I took a small step back, "n-no, you can't do that". My uncle furrowed his eyebrows, "and why is that?" "What about Romelo!? What's gonna happen to him?" "I told you, he'll either live with family, or be placed in foster care". I shook my head a little, "why are you so worried about where he'll end up? Is there something I don't know?" "No, I, uh, I'm just.... It's nothing" I lied, "I have to go" "okay, goodbye Jacob". I placed my hand on the doorframe, "bye, tio.... And I'll talk to mom and see if she's mad at you or anything". 

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"Jacob, why're you pacing?" My mom asked as she walked into the living room, "what? Pacing? I-I'm not pacing" "okay.... Then why're you walking back and forth and back and forth?" "I'm just thinking is all, I uh.... I visited tio today at the police station" I admitted. "Oh, you did now? How is he doing?" "Okay, I guess... He said he's not coming back" "oh" "yeah". I ran my hand through my hair. What the fuck was I going to do? Chresanto's dad was getting arrested soon and he'll be so upset and I'll feel so guilty. 

"Jacob, honey, what's on your mind right now?" My mom asked as she pulled me down to sit on the couch. "Nothing" I lied, "don't lie to me" "I'm not". She gave me a serious look and I felt myself caving in, "mom... I'm not". She raised an eyebrow, I rubbed at my eyes and sighed. "I'm dating Lorenzo's son". "Excuse me, you're what?" "I'm.... I'm dating Lorenzo's son". "Not Chresanto, please don't tell me it's Chresanto" I gave her a sad look, "It's Chresanto". 

"Jacob" my mom said, "I know, I know, it's bad. I'm in love with the boy whose dad is a drug dealer and a murderer and I don't know what to do. Mom, he's absolutely nothing like his dad, I swear. He's sweet and nice and I love him, and tio said that he was going to arrest Lorenzo soon and I have no idea what I'm going to do" I rambled on. "Calm down" she said, "calm down, breathe". "I can't, mom, he's gonna be so upset and he won't have anyone else to go to! I can't help but feel like this is all my fault" I admitted. 

"Jacob, look at me, look at me" I looked at her, "you really do need to calm down, sweetie". I took a deep breath and nodded a little, "everything's gonna be fine". I shook my head a little and she cupped my face in her hands and kissed my nose. "I have to tell you something" she whispered, "what is it?" She rubbed my cheek with her thumb, "I was with Lorenzo once". "You're lying to me" I said as I pulled myself away from her, "you're lying". 

"I'm.... I'm not" she said lightly, I grabbed at my hair and said "oh my God" "we were together for a good while, and we were in a very serious relationship". "You got pregnant didn't you?" I stared at her, and was silently urging her to say no. "Mom, is Lorenzo my dad!?" I asked, when she didn't answer I felt like I was going to fucking faint. "Please tell me you are not the woman who Chresanto talks about.... The mother who left when he was young, the mother who made the best bacon and toast... I-Is that why you were looking at him like that when he came for dinner that day?"

My mom shook her head, "no, I'm not his mother, I only had one child" "so who the hell is his mom?" "I don't know, but Lorenzo is your father and I'm really sorry you had to find out this way". I stared at her then shook my head, "oh my God, oh my God". I stood up and began to pace around again. I had to think about this. If Lorenzo is my dad, and Chresanto's dad too, and we both have different moms then that means.... I stopped dead in my tracks. I had sex with my half-brother.

I felt this huge wave of nausea smack me in the face and I sprinted to the bathroom. I barely made it. I dropped down to my knees and puked up the food I had not too long ago. I placed my hands on the floor and suddenly felt a hand messaging my hair. "I'm sorry" my mom said lightly as she kissed the side of my face. I closed my eyes tight as my tears streamed down my face. This was just my damn luck.

::Chresanto's P.O.V::

"Romelo, I'm gonna be gone for a while" my dad said as he walked into my room, "huh?" "I'm gonna be gone for a while" he repeated. "Wait, why? Where're you going?" "I got word from someone that the police are planning to arrest me soon, I've got to leave for a while until this dies down". "So you're just gonna leave me here?" I asked lightly, "alone?" "You won't be alone, I'll have someone come and check up on you, I'm only leaving for a week or two". "I can't come with you?" "No, it'd be safer if you stayed here, I think" "what if the cops show up?" "I don't know yet, I'm still working on the details".

I sighed, "when are you leaving?" "Tonight, actaully, I don't know when they plan to come". "Who's going to check up on me?" "Trina, she lives right down the street and I told her to just check up on you in the morning and afternoon". "I'm sixteen, almost seventeen, don't you think I can take care of myself?" I asked curiously, "please don't do this right now" my dad replied. "I'm not, I'm just asking a question".

It was silent for a while, "I think you should stop hanging out with Jacob". I furrowed my eyebrows, "why?" "It's just, the police aren't just looking for me, they're looking for you too" "so I'm like.... Putting myself out there if I hangout with him?" My dad nodded, "yeah, I'm sorry". 

>>*<<

I stood at the stairs and watched as my dad came into the house. He was about to leave and he still hadn't told me where he was going. I sighed lightly when I saw the woman, whose name was Trina, walk in behind my dad. I didn't like her already. "Romelo, this is Trina, she'll be checking up on you like I said earlier" my dad explained as he looked at me then at Trina. I got this uneasy feeling every time she looked at me, I don't know if it was because I didn't know her well enough or if it was because woman her age liked to flirt with me. 

"It's nice to finally meet you, Romelo" "Chresanto" I said, "Romelo's my middle name". "I was told to call you Romelo?" She looked at my dad, who nodded in response. "So even when you're not here, I'm still gonna be called Romelo? That's just great" I stated. "I won't be gone long, I'll call or send letters, be good and I love you" my dad said, completely ignoring my comment, I leaned against the banister of the stairs and said "yeah, okay, love you too".

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Sorry for any mistakes.

Love,

Me.