my always addiction ☞︎𝕛𝕛 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕜☜︎

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Hi! I'm Zia Wood. Or Ataraxia Morrison, but people don't know that.

Basically, my real name is Ataraxia Morrison. I'm from South Carolina, but I ran away when I was 13 because of my abusive parents. By doing so, I left my little sister, Pristine, behind. She's three years younger. I miss her like hell.

But back to the story.

When I snuck into a boat to leave South Carolina, I met a kind older women named Macy. Now I live with her.

Long story. I'll get into it later.

But no one knows (except Macy) my real name, or that I'm from South Carolina, or that Macy isn't my actual Aunt.

Now a bit more about me and my current life.

I've lived in the Outer Banks for three years, and they have been the best three years of my life.

I work at this place called 'The Wreck.' I work there with my friend Kiara, her family owns the place.

The Outer Banks is the kind of place where you either have two jobs, or two houses.

You see, there are two sides of the island. Figure 8, home of the Kooks, or the rich kids. A bunch of douche bags.

And The Cut. Home of the Pogues. That's us.

"Us" meaning Pope, John B, Kiara, JJ, and I. We're the Pogues.

Downside of the Pogue life: We're ignored and neglected.

Upside of the Pogue life: We're ignored and neglected.

Which basically means we can do whatever we want, whenever we want because people always left us the hell alone.

Alright, quick overview.

Kiara Carrera. Or Kie, as we call her. She's rich. But, she lives in the Cut, so she's a Pogue. Her family owns 'The Wreck', a burger joint by the docks. It's like a cash cow for tourists, so she's got her foot in both worlds. She is also an activist, like a big one. She's also super pretty. All of the guys have a thing for her. But I think that a certain one has feelings that are a bit stronger than "she's hot", and that's Pope.

Pope Heyward. Golden Boy. The smart one. The one with the Merit Scholarship. The good one. The one who never got into trouble by himself. The one who is a good influence, but is overrun by bad influences. Bad influences like John B.

John B Routeledge. The adventurer. He is actually pretty cool, when he isn't getting us into crazy and deadly situations. He is the literal definition of "curiosity killed the cat." I remember once, about a year ago, Kie had left her notebook in this abandoned shack on the beach. So John B went back to go get it, but it wasn't there. And he swears on his life that a Kook stole it. He believes it so much that for a week straight, he went around Figure 8 trying to find it. We eventually told him he was insane and that it probably just blew away in the wind or something. He was still pretty determined. Just like his father, who had gone missing at sea about 9 months ago. It was heartbreaking, not only for John B, but for all of the Pogues.

John B still seems to think he is alive, and I did too... at first. But now? Everyday that goes by, the more and more likely he is to be dead. It's scary, really. Big John was like a father figure to us, especially JJ and I, since our actual dads were so shitty.

And now, JJ Maybank.

How do I begin? He's- he's- definitely something. For starters, he smokes, but so do most of us. He drinks, but so do the rest of us. He steals occasionally, that's just him. He makes obnoxious comments, and is sarcastic as hell. We always get into stupid arguments. I'm definitely not his favorite Pogue, and he isn't mine. But I will admit one thing, when the sun hits him just right, he can be pretty attractive. With his blonde hair, blue eyes, and God knows how many abs. He really was attractive, and he looked great with bruises. I just hated how he got them. It was barely ever a fight between him and another teenager. It was almost always from his dad. His douche bag, excuse of a father.

You see, when JJ was 9, his mom left. And his dad didn't take it too well. He started drinking, and was angry all of the time. Then he started taking his anger out on JJ. You know the ending.

I related to JJ, but the difference between our situations was that I got out. I escaped the abuse, but JJ hadn't. And honestly, he would probably never leave this place. His family is here, his friends are here, his life is here. And he is too attached to all of it to be able to leave. I don't blame him. I wouldn't want to leave either.

JB and Pope always joked about how perfect JJ and I were for each other, but we always disagreed. I could never imagine myself with him.

That was until I made a stupid deal. One that I almost regret.