Random Oneshots

JJ Maybank - Alone Right Now

TW!! MENTIONS OF ABUSE!!
DO NOT READ AHEAD IF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH THIS TOPIC!

Oneshot where OC finds out that JJ is being abused by his dad and offers to let him stay with her. It Will be a longer Oneshot (maybe part 2?)

PROMPTS:
14. ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔴.
29. 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢.
30. ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡.

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I had agreed to meet JJ a couple of blocks down from his house to pick him up so that he and I could go and meet the others at the docks. Since I didn't live that far from him, I told him I would meet him so that we could walk together. However, when I noticed the little hiccups in his behaviour, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried.

JJ had seemed a bit distressed when it was time for me and him to split up to head home yesterday- he looked almost afraid of something. That was my first red flag. Then about 20 minutes later, I got a message from him telling me his dad was home so he may not talk much tonight, although usually, he would text me whilst up in his room, regardless of that. That was my second red flag. About an hour and a half afterwards, I got another message from JJ saying that he was feeling ill and that he was just going to stay home and not meet us at the docks (which on a regular day he wouldn't care and just give us all the sickness so he could meet up with us). That was my third red flag. This leads me to now, where I am standing outside of his house, worried out of my mind that something has happened to him. 

I knocked on the door, but realising there was no answer, I let myself in and quietly walked through the house. The first thing that hit me was the smell. The reak of alcohol spread throughout the whole house, a strong hint of weed hitting me at the same time. It was unpleasant, and I could feel the bile sitting in the back of my throat as the claustrophobic air went through my system. I looked around and noticed the mess that I was walking in. 

Throughout the whole house, there was smashed glass bottles, dead butts from cigarettes and spliffs and empty beer cans. There were clothes littered on the floor and, on the sofa, I noticed the one and only Luke Maybank passed out, completely blackout drunk. I frowned, growing more and more concerned for JJ when I found no sign of him downstairs. Deciding to head upstairs as not to disturb Luke, I walked up there, noticing something that disturbed me greatly.

Across the wall there was smeared blood, which still looked fresh, the shattered glass on the floor having the same red hue as the crimson liquid that dripped off the sides of the what was once yellow walls, "JJ?" I whispered, looking around when I noticed a slightly open door. Curiosity taking over, I looked inside to find something that I think will scar me for all eternity.

Fast asleep, but still crying, laid the blood-stained, bruised JJ Maybank. I quickly ran over, shaking him gently as not to hurt him, "JJ. JJ please wake up!" I whisper-yelled, him groaning slightly, "Hm, what?"
"Jay, what happened?"

Jolting up, wincing as he did so, he seemed to realise where he was, "Charlie what are you doing here?"
"I was worried," I said and noticed all his injuries, "What happened?"
"It's not-"
"Don't give me that it's nothing bullshit. Who did this to you?" I asked, not going above a whisper. When JJ didn't respond, I figured out who it was, and it made me grind my teeth in anger, "Come on." I said, helping JJ up out of bed, "Where are we going?"
"I'm getting you out of here. You are not staying here. I'm not letting you get hurt. Come on."