Alright, EP2 continued -
Jet: He punches the wall, bruising his hand -
- poor wall lol -
Jet: He sat on the floor dreading his existence -
- He felt that he was nothing without his friend Amber, that if one went away the other went too -
- Days went by, it was now 11/14 Wednesday 3:21 P.M. exactly -
Jet: Knocks on Breeze's door -
Breeze: opens it - Hey Jet - he says in a sad like manner -
Jet: Hey, any updates? - he hoped he would get some good news, just any news at all -
Breeze: Well, they found the kids, but not Amber - he frowns -
Jet: - looks at the floor for a minute and looks up - How are you guys?
Breeze: I'm ok, but the kids are scared. They miss their mom
Kids: Daddy! Is that Mommy?
Breeze: No, just go back to playing, ok?
Jet: sigh - I wish I could do something, anything!
Breeze: No Jet you shouldn't, it's up to the police not you, not me, we leave it up to them
Jet: If we leave it up to them, Amber will never be found - he says frustrated -
Breeze: Jet don't say that. Just go and get some rest, you look stressed
Jet: I'm NOT stressed Breeze - he yells -
Breeze: Look Jet, go home I don't want the kids to hear you
Jet: Walks away angrily -
- As Jet walks home, he comes across some gangsters -
Gangster #1: Hey, you got any money?
Jet: No, I don't, so leave me alone
Gangster#1: Grabs Jet - We ain't gon' let you off that easy blood
Jet: I ain't blood, now let me off - he punches him in the stomach and splits -
- The thugs tackle Jet and beat him up leaving him on the ground bleeding -
Jet: gets up slowly in pain -
Jet: Ow-
Jet: He comes home and looks in the mirror -
Jet: He had bruises on his face, neck, and leg -
Jet: He punches the mirror, cracking it -
Jet: He looks at the now broken mirror in frustration -
Jet: I hate this
Jet: He bandages his cuts and bruises -
Jet: He then sits on the couch putting his headphones on -
Jet: Listens to music -