Chapter forty,

this is how it ends

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JASMINE HAD HER HAND BEHIND HER BACK, GRIPPING A KNIFE that her dad managed to see, but had remained silent not knowing what his daughter was about to do to her ex-friend, "You fucking shoved me back in there knowing damn well that I'm pregnant, you fucking bitch —" She had sneered, all while Tara gulped in fear, "I have spent countless of My time just defending you, and attempting to understand you!" She shouted, all while slowly approaching her.

Mickey who attempted to interfere, "Minnie don't be stressing yourself out, I can easily take care of her. . ." He lowly whistled as if he didn't just meant by killing her, and problem solved.

Santiago slowly began coming down the stairs, as he was making his was on over to where Minnie and Mickey were at — Also, to just keep Mickey in check, and not have him murder anyone else, especially this girl who's not even worth a breath.

Tara slowly hesitated when speaking, eyes were going back and forth to the father and daughter, "I — Jasmine you know that I didn't meant to, I'm sorry!" Her voice cracked along with lips quivering, "There were two of them, and — And, I wasn't thinking." She retorted.

Jasmine practically laughed at this shitty response, and voice raising quite loudly, "So, that just means shove the pregnant girl into the room where her boyfriends lifeless body is at, and also two masked killers?" She had raised her eyebrow.

She was really close up to Tara's face, all while Sam remained silent, "I – I. . ." She had stumbled with her words before everything had just rambled out, "I was hurt, and –" A harsh slap was earned on Tara's face, a red mark was now appearing on her face.

Jasmine knew exactly where Tara was heading at, gritting with her own teeth as she had spoken, loudly and quite harshly, "What? Hurt that my boyfriend and the father to HIS and MY child had rejected you?" She sneered before continuing, "News flash, Tara! We aren't in fucking high-school anymore, grow up." She bitterly commented.

Tara flushed red, her bottom lip quivered only to be interrupted, again by Jasmine who spoken, again, "Also, spending these last few days to trash talk about me, blaming me for not fucking alerting you that my dad had escaped prison —" She slapped Tara once, again as her cheek was turning more red than before, "My family business isn't your business. But, you're damn lucky he protected you for the shit you have pulled." She harshly pressed her finger on the girls chest.

Sam sucked in her breath, as she lowly spoken to her sister, "She's right, Tara — You pulled too many stunts on her, recently. You haven't even properly apologized —" Tara had sniffled, holding onto her cheek before she had gritted her teeth, "Here we go, again!" She had yelled.

Mickey who had exaggerated at the little outburst, "Ugh! My ears." He complained only to receive a smack in the back of his head by Santiago, "Mierda." Mickey had said, a word that he had easily came to quite like when his friend would say it.

Santiago had rolled his eyes, "Learns one word in Spanish, and repeats it. Estúpido." He mocked.

   Tara had tears brimming down her eyes, shouting at the two girls, "Sam is my fucking sister, she isn't yours!" She deadpanned.

   Jasmine furrowed her eyebrows, "Okay. . .?"

   Sam raised her eyebrow, "Tara, relax."

   Tara continued, bitterly commenting to Jasmine, "I'm so fucking tired of you — Yeah, Jasmine. . . you, you've always spend your time reassuring her that she isn't a murderer, but then five minutes you hate her. . . I'm the one who's supposed to reassure her." She had commented.

   Jasmine was completely astonished, "Oh my God—" She had shook her own head before she had easily spoken and keeping her stance, "I reassure your sister that she isn't a murderer because I understand her—" She pointed her finger to herself, "Do you have any idea how much of an identity crisis, that I had when I was a little girl — Learning the reasoning into why my dad was in prison!?" She spat.

   Mickey remained silent, guilt washing over his own features because of the shit he had put his daughter through.

   Jasmine had continued, "I was so fucking confused, afraid to turn into something so fucking damn sinister, but I had the right people always reassuring me that I'd turn out fine —" Dewey always reassured her that she'd never turn out like her dad, because she has such a pure heart, and always caring, "Don't get me wrong, I love my dad with my entire heart, but I know what he's done, a lot of awful things! But, your sister she needed someone who understands her, and the only reason I was hard with her is because she needed that extra push, I never disliked your sister despite the weird shit she would say." Her eyes were dark when speaking.

   Tara stumbled with her words, "Turn out fine, Jasmine? Did you forget what you did in Woodsboro. . ." She had attempted to keep her stance, "Do you even think that Dewey would be proud of you?" She slowly had attempted to gaslight her.

Jasmine sucked in her breath — Eyes getting watery at the fact Tara just said his name, and this sentence to her, Sam had easily noticed the discomfort, "Tara! Apologize." Her arms were crossed, ashamed at her sisters behavior.

Tara shook her head, "No."

Jasmine had enough, that in a instinct she had pulled out the knife quickly, shoving it into Tara's abdomen, harshly twisting the knife into her skin, "Do you want me to refresh on what I did in Woodsboro, with you?" She had easily deadpanned, and dragging the knife a little bit upwards, "Is this what you want, Tara!?" She spat.

Sam attempted to interfere, "No. Jasmine, please stop." She had pleaded, the only reason she couldn't get to her sister had been because of Mickey who rushed towards her, and just holding her back to pull the girls apart, "You know my daughter, Sam. She somehow grants people mercy unlike me, I can go back down to memory lane on how exactly that I killed crazy Nancy." He laughed.

Sam huffed, "Shut up."

"No. I love to talk."

Tara who easily cried out in pain, "No. Please, stop — Jasmine, I'm sorry. . . I'm sorry for the shitty friend that I became towards you. I'm so sorry." She cried in pain, her blue shirt was just easily getting covered in her own blood.

Jasmine had harshly whispered into her ear, and was just slowly dragging the knife out of her skin, "I don't want you ever near us, you're a risk. . ." She spat, and Tara knew exactly who she wanted her away from, "I hope this is also the end to all of your damn delusional dreams, he was never yours." She reminded.

She shoved the girl into the ground, and wiping the knife with her own hand, eyes not leaving Tara, "Sorry, Sam. Dad, you can let her go." Apologizing to the older sister, as Mickey had easily let the girl go.

   Sam easily ran towards her sister, she wasn't mad at Jasmine at all, Tara easily cried into her older sisters chest, both girls were just easily speaking amongst each other, and not focusing on the other three.

   Jasmine who embraced her dad in another hug, she didn't want to let go of her dad before she furrowed her eyebrow, "Does, uhm Aunt Gale know that you were helping my dad this entire time?" She raised her eyebrow.

   Santiago pursed his lips, slowly speaking to the girl, "She found out tonight, and let's just say that she's, uhm angry." He had placed his hands on his hips.

   The sound of Kirby groaning and her eyes flickering until they had opened, "— What the hell!?" She slowly stood up, her eyes roaming around until she seen the man, "You. . ." She had pointed her finger at Mickey, he had just attempted to act confused, "Me." He teased her.

Kirby narrowed her eyes, "You know you're going to be arrested, again. . ." She raised her eyebrow, "There's also a reward on who turns you in, and I'm in need of the damn cash. So, you know the damn procedure. Hands behind your back." She groaned in pain.

Mickey who smirked, "Kinky."

Jasmine had easily fake gagged, "That's my ex-babysitter. So, not cool." She reminded before giving kirby a pouty face, "Please, can't we just pretend that he was never here." She already felt herself about to tear up, especially the minute she seen the handcuffs.

Kirby had slowly given her a saddened look, as she felt for the girl who was going to watch this scene unfold, "Minnie — You know that I can't do that, I'm sorry, you can always visit him, and you know he's going to go through a trial, again." She reminded.

Mickey whistled, "I love trials."

Kirby narrowed her eyes at the man, he had damn jokes, "Stop talking, bro." Santiago told his friend.

Mickey who had rolled his eyes, "Give me a few seconds — Let me speak to her. . ." He told Kirby who nodded her head, Mickey had easily turned around and facing his daughter and had held her face cheeks with his hands, and gently wiping her tears with his thumbs, "You know that this was going to end like this in the end, Minnie. Happy endings don't exist for people like me." He calmly told her.

Jasmine bottom lips had quivered, "I thought that things would turn out differently because you protected us — And, I just got you back. . ." She whispered.

Mickey's eyes watered, "Minnie, I only did this to protect you — There is no redemption for me, I fucked up since a long time. You can always visit me, and you know that I won't be far away. . ." He had slowly told her before he pressed his lips on her forehead, and gently leaning away, "I love you, Minnie. Go, check on your boyfriend, especially get checked by the paramedics." Referring to the fact that she is pregnant, and was in complete stress.

Minnie who let go of her dads hand, "I love you too, dad." Her lips quivered, she seen him approaching Kirby, as she heard Kirby gently speak to her, "I'm sorry, Minnie." She gently apologized, again.

Jasmine didn't really want to watch the scene of her dad getting arrested, as she had spoken up to the older woman, "It's okay. . . you're just doing your job, Kirby. I can't blame you." Her voice easily cracked, as she disappeared to the other side where her boyfriend was laying at.

She had remained on that side until the paramedics and police enforcement arrived after a while.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, hope you liked
this chapter.

There's a twist, I love twists!

Almost near the epilogue &
bonus chapters. Crying, I love
you, Minnie!

Her nicknames/

Jas - Everyone
Minnie - Called by: Mickey, Chad,
Dewey, Sydney, Anika, Gale, Kirby,
and Jill ( deceased )

Jay - Called by: Charlie Walker

Jasmine - Called by: Roman Bridger

I have this grand idea - What
If I make a book where Roman Bridger
is alive and has a daughter? 💀💀🫦