911 | Jariana

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so I noticed a vote / comment decrease. Is it because the book is boring?

It's kind of making me not want to write as much anymore. I feel as if you guys aren't satisfied with the chapters so...
PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT OR ELSE NO FREQUENT UPDATES :(*Lots of thoughts and rhetorical questions in this chapter I really want you guys to get a sense of relationship and character development under stress...*

*Justin's POV is going to be mainly thoughts and rhetorical questions nothing really important to the plot if you want to skip it then feel free... but it contributes to relationship/char=
acter development*

Ariana"I have no idea! he's just angry at me. I don't know if he's going to confess to Jonah..."The mug of hot coffee burnt my palm. It didn't compare to the haze in my mind; in my heart.

"What's his phone number? I'll make sure he doesn't speak." I looked up at him I could feel more tears burning. "No,no." "What about if he tells his boss" "We'll all be fucked!" I shook my head, looking down and taking a sip of
The warmness.

He won't." "He wouldn't do that to me." "How do you know Ariana? You're willing to put yourself and your family into jeopardy for this guy? Just because he cant take a but of pressure?! Huh?!" "Uncle! Stop!" "You don't fucking need this prick in your life! Let us take care of him!" Tom stood up smashing his hands onto the island we sat at. I stood up, "Shut the fuck up Tom! Stop talking about him like that! He isn't as accustomed to this type of life style as you are you know!" Tom picked up his mug of coffee slamming it down on the island. the room went silent as my front slowly fell as long as his ego. Tears slipped down my face faster than
the coffee off the sides of the marble.I watched as he grabbed a few paper
towels and began wiping up the mess throwing away the clay cup. I wiped
the stray tears that lay warm on my cheeks and sat back down."I'll take the blame."

My eyes peered up through my eyelashes I began pondering the possibilities of all that could happen.

"You can't do that, Y-you just got
out, who will run the business?" "Well, my dear Ariana... that's up to
you."

Justin ~

As soon as I got home I ran to the shower. I couldn't believe
how stupid I was... how stupid Ariana was... how stupid we were. Hiring people to kill her ex and my ex friends? I ripped off my clothes running the water and getting in. Did she really mean what she said? I love that woman I love every ounce of her. I really, really hope she didn't mean what she said because I didn't mean one word of anything I did.

The warm water trickled down my tense back muscles The relapse of stress kept piling one after the other onto my shoulders. I tried to let go but every time I forgot the thought of Ariana in jail broke my heartI couldn't let her go.

From that very first day that I saw her frail eyes I promised myself and her
that I would protect her. Now I have to fulfill that promise.

I gotta take the blame.

I turned off the water running my shaky hands through my hair. I grabbed a towel wrapping it around my waist. I stepped out of my bathroom into my bedroom and began getting dressed. I dried my hair styled it and then ventured out the door to the police station.

James ~

"Guys Why are we pinning this on Ariana? Why cant we just... why cant we frame Justin?"

I looked around the room. "Frame him how?" Vinny looked up at me
his eyes full of curiosity as he attempted to hop on my train of thought.

"We get rid of somebody." Josh Carson and Lita were absent. "That's sick James." June looked up at me "Well the cop's aren't going to leave us alone if we don't send one of those three to jail either Ariana Justin or Tom... Ariana's uncle."