Chapter twenty two,

we all got daddy issues

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   JASMINE ALONGSIDE CHAD were just sitting in the interrogation room, dead pictures of their ex-classmates displayed on the table, it was then that Jasmine began to feel sick, "I — I think I'm going to puke. Is there a garbage can nearby?" She covered her mouth, eyes glancing around the small area, her throat was getting hot, her saliva was warm.

   Chad who gotten up, grabbing a trash can and kneeling in front of his girlfriend, as she puked. The pictures that were displayed in her view so disgustingly gruesome, a soft kiss was being placed on the top of her head, "It's okay, you're okay." Chad reassured his girlfriend, he had placed more several kisses on the top of her head.

   The sound of the door opening had easily alerted them, head turning to who was entering the room, Jasmine apologizing, "I'm so sorry about your garbage can." She softly smiled, as Chad had placed the can back onto the ground, and sitting back in his chair.

   Detective Bailey who just reassured her, "It's all good, we'll have someone clean it up. . ." He had pulled a chair, placing a mask on the table for them that easily made them both flinch as it's been a year since they have seen that stupid shit, "This was one out of the second that was found next to the body at the apartment crime scene." He deadpanned.

   Jasmine had just blinked her eyes at what he said to them, ". . . Okay? So he changed his killing style." She given him a confused look.

   Detective Bailey who simply crossed his hands together, "DNA says that it belonged to someone named Mickey Altieri. . ." Jasmine and Chad both visibly paled, "Your father, and rumor says that your dad escaped prison, last year. You don't think your father is up in his old ways?" He simple raised his eyebrow at her.

   Deep down he knew that if it's actually true, that he is in deep shit about it. Especially, if Mickey Altieri finds out that he alongside the other three are also the ones wearing a cloak and mask. He'd be in deep shit, as there is a chance that Mickey can eliminate them, and it'll backfire.

   Chad who spoke up, head tilting, "But how'd he even get his old mask? Isn't it kept locked up in some evidence room, or something out of his own reach?" He had pointed his finger at the bloody mask.

   A figure had appeared suddenly beside Jasmine, "Boyfriend has a point. . ." Roman Bridger began speaking, and kneeling right in front of Jasmine, "You should know this by now that cops in the field are all corrupt, Jasmine. Well, except Dewey Riley and Mark Kincaid. Annoying assholes. Though, who knows. . . he maybe is someone you may least expect it to be." His figure vanished.

   Jasmine remain biting her bottom lip, she didn't want to trust Roman Bridger. He was a liar, and it's easy to be manipulated by him, she didn't want to be corrupted by his stupid lies, but then again. . . Who's better to trust than someone who's actually familiar with all this, than someone who isn't. So, she had remained a little bit on the defense side.

  Releasing her own bottom lip, eying Detective Bailey up and down, and speaking to him in brutal honesty, "There's no possibility way that may dad had a chance to even snatch up his old attire, a new one? Possibly. . . But, if he was doing this, again. What's his motive?" She had deadpanned.

   Detective Bailey who simply shrugged his own shoulders at her response, and not really understanding what direction she was even heading in, "Revenge."

   Jasmine easily shook her head because he was wrong about all this, "Then how come Gale Weathers and Sydney Prescott are alive? It's obvious he would've went for them since last year. So, you're wrong and have some boring ass copycats trying to recreate what my father and Nancy Loomis did." She knew that her dad was fucking angry at those two, especially when they had testified against him so revenge isn't his motive.

   Detective Bailey who clenched his own jaw at her harsh phrasing, he was truly fucked with how smart this girl is with this franchise, "Do you have alibis for earlier tonight?" He had questioned them.

   Both speaking to him in simple unison, "We were at a party. . ." Both had casually said that was until Jasmine finally added, "Until Sam had used her taser on some pervert, and then we all left the party." She rubbed her pregnant belly.

   Detective Bailey drifted his eyes on her stomach, he knew that they couldn't harm her because of her fucking pregnancy, but giving her a good chase at some point, especially since she is a fucking legacy.

   Jasmine who basically scoffed at the video they were shown, "It was just an argument, it happens all the time. The point is that we were all together. . ." She had answered bluntly to him, "Yup. We all were together, and also we had went to her weekly ultrasound check ups this morning today, so there's are other alibi." Chad ended, a smile on his face as they had heard their baby's heartbeat.

   A fond smile appeared on her face.

   It was then that Jasmine realized something, curiously speaking to him, "I find it strange that it was you who pulled our case, and are concern about my dad's missing whereabouts?" She had deadpanned.

   Detective Bailey who shook his head, "That'd be a coincidence, right?" He raised his eyebrow at them before speaking, "The detective who had the case, he had offered it to me because it involves Quinn. Um, but I can totally give it back if you're uncomfortable." He rambled to them.

   A figure who appeared behind her, "Say, no. He's amusing." Charlie had practically laughed as he disappeared, again.

   Jasmine who glanced at Chad searching for his eyes for a response before they nodded in both in simple unison, "It's whatever." Both tiredly saying.

Detective Bailey glanced at Jasmine, "Do you know anyone who may want to target you?" He clicked his tongue on the top of his teeth, and waiting for a response.

Jasmine who blinked her own eyes at his response, "No everyone is dead." It was the damn truth, she had enemies since the age of nine and ending her senior year of high-school.

Detective Bailey who had nodded his own head, and just naming her enemy list, "Ah— Charlie Walker, Jill Roberts, Dean Carter and Amber Freeman. . ." He had taken a moment pause before speaking, "I'm sending you my condolences, it's marked a year on your adoptive dads death, Dewey Riley." He had given her a sad look.

Chad who given him a look, "Hey man, that's not cool. . . Don't be mentioning someone you don't even know about, so not cool." He given the man a death stare, as his girlfriend had just remained clouded in her head.

Why does everyone remind her?

The door opening had ultimately captured their attention, "FBI is here." Detective Bailey who mumbled goodbyes, and leaving them in the room.

Jasmine who let out a strained sob, "I just want Dewey back. . . Why'd she take him from me. . ." Chad gently picked her up, and pulling her onto his lap, she placed her head on his shoulder, and snuggling closer to him, "I hate her, I fucking hate her." Her lips just quivered before she had taken a pause, "Can you just hold me. . . For a little bit. Please?" She quietly whispered to him

Beneath her own sobs was just a little girl who wanted to be held by her dads. . . Rather it was Mickey Altieri or Dewey Riley. She needed them both with her, and one was dead and the other was missing, she couldn't even speak to her biological dad, perhaps if she got a chance to speak to him, it'll calm her senses down, she needed him to tell her that everything will be okay.

Because, right now. . . She feels like shit.

Chad who just soothed her back in a sense of comfort, "I'll always hold onto you for as long as you want me to, I love you." He had kissed the top of her head.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, hope you liked
this chapter.

Minnie has major daddy
issues. She's just like me,
so relatable.🫡

Butttt, I love Roman and Charlie
always here helping (Still F U
Charlie for killing her mom.)😒

Can't wait for Jasmine to educate
these people on Roman Bridger.

Also, Tara and Minnie's friendship
ending soon.😋😋🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻