𝗦𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 | Ski Mask The Slump God

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Final Chapter

Neighbours started to run out of their houses as they could hear screams. They saw a man at the front door of Jarad's house, punching Jarad hard, blood flying everywhere.

Some bystanders had phoned the police and some had just watched in shock and disgust. Men started to run up to the house and tried to get Stokeley off of Jarad but he just wouldn't stop.

The Police and an ambulance had arrived and separated Stokeley from the boy. They put Jarad into a stretcher and took him into the ambulance, and they handcuffed Stokeley and dragged him into the police car. "He murdered my friend, I was only giving him what he deserved," Stokeley shouted.

"Okay kid," the officer laughed. Stokeley was just slumped in the back seat of the police car, looking out of the window. His breath made the window go a bit foggy and he drew a 'X' on it with his nose, since his hands were in handcuffs.

The car arrived at the station and the Police officers immediately grabbed a hold of Stokeley and took him inside the building. As he was pulled through the station people stared at him, though he just ignored it. He knew he wasn't the bad guy and that Jarad was.

Stokeley was let out of the handcuffs and was sat in a room his self for about 20 minutes before a woman came in and sat across from him. "I know about your friend, Jahseh Onfroy's death, but could you please tell me how Jarad Higgins is involved," the woman asked. He gulped as he pulled out the birthday card from earlier and handed it to the woman.

The woman looked at him with a confused face before opening it. She read it and looked at Stokeley. "How do you know this was your friend that wrote this and not just someone pretending?" She asked. He sighed, "I just know he wrote it, it's his hand writing."

"Okay could we keep this for a while, for evidence?" She asks. He simply nodded.

Eventually the woman left the room and left the boy alone his self again. But after about half an hour he was let off with a warning and let out of the building.

A police man offered to drop him off at his house so he wouldn't have to walk the long distance home. But Stokeley declined and started to walk down the street, regretting not taking up the police man's offer.

Meanwhile at the hostpital, Jarad was lying on a bed with casts covering his whole body. Stokeley had really punched the fuck out of him. The injuries weren't life threatening at all but Jarad had said that he was in so much pain, he thought he was going to die. Surely it wasn't that bad.

The ward that Jarad was in was pretty quiet and there wasn't too much people walking around. Until two female police officers, came running through asking to see Jarad Higgins.

The police officers reached Jarad and told everyone else to clear the room, so they could have a talk with the boy. Jarad looked so confused as both of the officers looked at him with angry eyes.

They told him what Stokeley had said and that they now know that Jarad is responsible for the death of Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy.

Once they told him that, Jarad's furrowed his eyebrows. He looked angry. "Don't believe that piece of shit, everything he says is lies," he shouts. The police look at eachother and laugh. "You're coming to the station with us," one of them said while the other grabbed Jarad's wrists and put them behind his back, putting them into handcuffs.

"No! I'm innocent," he shouted. The police simply just ignored him and dragged him out of the hospital and into the car.

He was going to be locked away for a long time