De'Mario's POV:

I make it down to the police department at 11. The twins are at school and Terrence decided to stay with Maria in the car with Fitz supervision. I walked up the steps and I to the building. I seen some people I know, which is not surprising and seen people I don't want to know. I was greeted by Detective Warren immediately and he lead me to his office. I sat in the chair across from his desk and waited for him to speak. No lie, a nigga is nervous and he bet not have played a nigga.

Detective: "Good Morning, Mr.Smith." he smiled.

Me: "Good morning." I smiled and nodded.

Detective: "Before we get started, I want to tell you that you're not obligated to know this information and we are not 100% sure but If you asked me, we're pretty darn close to it. Coincidence doesn't happen a second time, you know?" He chuckled.

Me: "Right."

Detective: "I want you to look at these photos and tell me one thing you've noticed in all of these." He placed four photos into my face.

Me: "They all were killed the same way." I said.

Detective: "Do you recognize any of them?" He asked.

Me: "Nope," I shook my head.

Detective: "How about now?" He put a picture of their faces and I couldn't identify not one.

Me: "Nah, I don't even know who these people are." I said shaking my head.

Detective: "How about this one?" He showed me a picture of my pops and he was killed the same way as the others.

Me: "My pops," I said looking away and trying not to tear up.

Detective: "Yes, and these other bodies were victims of murders. There's a serial killer loose and Im going to find him but that's not what I came here to tell you. There's something more serious."

Me: "What's that?" I asked. He pulled out a bag that says evidence on it and it had Shawny's golden necklace in it that I thought got lost in the fire.

Detective: "Do you recognize this?" He asked and I was speechless. I wanted to cry and I wanted to snatch it just to hold it in by hand and reminisce.

Me: "That's my wife's necklace. I gave that to her a long time ago." I said with watering eyes.

Detective: "I found this near the most recent crime scene and traced it back to her. Then I realized the there was an unknown DNA at all the crime scenes including the one your wife died in. Of course after some testing, the DNA is all the same leading to someone we do not know and we're looking for them." He said.

Me: "So what your saying is?" I pushed.

Detective: "Sir, your wife isn't dead." He said clearly.

Me: "Wait what? Nah, that's impossible. I buried her. Her and four other people five years ago." I semiyelled in denial.

Detective: "We dug up the corpse in her grave and I wasn't her, it turned out to be this Hispanic woman named Carmen Diego. I checked the hospital she was rushed to that night and they don't even have her name on record the day she died."

Me: "Again, that's impossible. She had a C section and they took the babies out." I said.

Detective: "That's true but it wasn't by the doctors in that hospital. We looked the doctors that were there that night and turns out they weren't doctors. Your wife never made it to the hospital and she wasn't the woman you carried out to that ambulance car. De'Shawn Smith was kidnap through a window and taken through the back of the house while everyone was in the front. That house fire was started purposely and I'm determined to help you find the killer and kidnapper." He said.

Me: "How do you know she's alive?" I asked. He leaned forward and looked me in the eyes.

Detective: "I found this necklace near this Family Fare where and I watched it get snapped right off her neck." He said. "All the crimes were happening in the Area so I sat there and staked it out. The place are swarmed with Latinos every other wensday and she does the shopping. She looked familiar so I checked the DNA and brought it back to her." He said truthfully. I knew I wasn't fucking crazy. I knew that was Shawny, I knew it. I fucking knew it. Oh, it's about to be war. Just wait and see these motha fuckas is gone the heat.

Me: "Thank you for telling me this because I thought I was tripping." I sighed of relief and slightly smiled because it feels good to know she's not dead, you know?

Detective: "We've been keeping a close eye on you too, only because we suspected you of committing the murders that was happening until I found this necklace. I'll do everything in my power to get your wife back, Sir" he promised.

Me: "Hey, when you find out anything, let me know because I'm coming with you and bringing an army with me. Trust and believe that."I said standing up.

De'Shawn's POV:

I stare out the window where I can see my house from here through the gates. Somehow, I've stopped crying. For the last five years, I hoped that D would realize it was actually me he was seeing and not a ghost. I can tell it really bothered him and it bothered me to know I can't say a word to him. I've tried to reach out to him and even pulled my necklace off my neck a few days ago to let him know that I'm still here. They took my babies and I have a scar on my abdomen to prove it. I don't know where they took them but I hope they're still living, somewhere.

I know you're probably wondering why someone kidnapped me and why and Im going to tell you. Well, we all know that I killed John and his wife who were once my father and step mother Beth. Let's just say, karma came and bit me in the ass because now my step brother Israel who is Beth's son, just so happens to be the head of the Cartel. Guess who's his head "slave". Yep, you guessed it. Yours truly. I cook, clean, shop, and many more things. One thing he hasn't used me for was sex, that's what his wife Raquel is for. I feel sorry for that poor girl, she's nothing but 26.

Me and a couple other girls live in the basement. I don't get to do anything down there besides sleep, sit up, and read. Girls come and go but I seemed to be the only one who stays. More and more each day I began to accept the fact that I will next here until the day I die. No pencil, no paper, no music. The music in my head is gone and I remain just a note. I used to believe that there were some hope for me, maybe even just a little, waiting for at least a sign that one day this could be over. But, I lost all faith in hoping for the impossible. It's been over 1,826 days that I've been separated from my own happiness and it's driven me insane.

Do I regret what I've done in the past that lead me here? No, because it'll be my life that's gone. There wouldn't have been a De'Shawn Smith because I would have died a De'Shawn Hill. Do I care of I die now? No, I wish I would have died five years ago like I was supposed to instead of torturing me and my family with distance and bliss. If they killed me in that fire, I wouldve died a happy woman. But, if they kill me now, Id be already dead. I guess it doesnt matter what they do with it now.

De'Mario, Oh my beloved De'Mario. I miss miss him beyond emotion. His smile, his laugh, his touch, and his voice. Those beautiful hazel eyes of his is one thing I could never forget and the necklace was the only thing I had left of him. I just decided to let it go and stopped being depressed. Some things you can't control and this is one of them. Im kinda mad he cut his dreads off, I barely recognized him. He loved his dreads and I loved them just as much. I loved tugging on them whenever we... Yeah, that's another story and now I'm feigning for his touch again. This is horrible, I need my Daddy.

Israel: "Dream all you want Dee Dee. Mi Vatos would hang you just like your ancestors If you even think about running back home. Just wait until that little bitch is captured. I'll give you the honor of killing her yourself and then you'll be next. Too bad you won't be able to watch your precious little babies grow. I'm sorry, I don't even know why I'm giving your hopes up. You've should've been there to see them screaming as I slit both of their throats" He laughed evily.

Me: "You sick motha fucka I'm going to kill you!!" I shouted with tears in my eyes.

Israel: "I would love to see you try." He chuckled.

Me: "If I won't, he will." I said referring to D.

Israel: "You must have forgot that you're dead to him. He's moved on anyway. I heard Raquel gave him a little treat at their therapy session yesterday." He smirked.

Me: " You're a liar because he wouldn't do that." I said with a little doubt.

Israel: "You think I give a fuck If you believe me or not." He smirked. "Go make me something to eat and cook it all the way this time. Try to kill me again, I'll cut your fucking hands." He threatened.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of him. If he was going to kill me, he would've been did that but after years of trying to escape and trying to kill him, I realized that I'm scared of the people who work for him. They would kill me for no reason at all without hesitation and unfortunately for me, he has slot If mfs working for him. I'm hopeless when it comes to getting passed them. That's why I talk shit to him until he calls his guards on me. But until someone finds me, I'll remain a living ghost.

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