It's You and Me. Always. (JJxREADER)

Chapter 27: Treehouse.

Y/N's POV:

"John B, what are we doing at the police station?" JJ questioned as we pulled up outside the Kildare County Sheriff's Station.

"Someone needs to know what happened." Pope started coughing harshly as a result of taking a drag from JJ's JUUL, that Kie still disapproved off. JJ, who was sat in the back of Kie's car, ignored Pope's coughing fit and leaned over to John B, patting his shoulder.

"You might end up in the lion's den, but you don't go there on purpose. My old man told me never ever to trust cops, no matter the circumstances."

"Your old man's an abusive liar," I said, but Pope started speaking before I could continue.

"I agree with JJ," Pope spoke. "Fuck the police."

"Listen, if you wanna be all 'Straight Outta Compton' and go to the dark side because you fucked up your interview, then by all means, be my guest. But Peterkin was shot. Someone who always looked out for us was hurt and regardless of her status, she deserves justice," I said firmly, snatching the JUUL out of Pope's hand and pocketing it.

"When's the last time the police ever helped us?" Pope argued back, pissed I had taken his form of rebellion from him.

"Peterkin looked out for me, okay?" John B said, looking at Pope, who quieted down in shame. "They need to know." Looking over at me, I nodded for him to get out.

John B left, but the tension had remained. I pulled the JUUL out of my pocket, taking a drag out of it and exhaling out the window.

"How is that fair?" Pope complained, pouting like a kid. "After the shit I've been through, I deserve it," I replied, taking another drag before tossing it back to him.

"Kie, start the car!" John B yelled from the steps of the police station a few minutes later, running to the car whilst all of us asked him what he did. "Start the car!" he yelled once more and she turned the key, the ignition turning over as she sped off, cops running after us.

One deputy hung onto John B's door, running alongside the car. I yelled at him to open the door, watching as the cop lost her balance and fell on the floor, giving us an opportunity to drive off.

Hearts beating frantically against our chests, we sat in silence, heavy breathing filling the car as we all regained our breath. Once John B had calmed down, he told us what happened in the station.

"They think you killed Peterkin?" I asked in disbelief. He just nodded absentmindedly, his mind needing to process everything that has happened today.

"We need to lay low," JJ said and I immediately knew where we could go.

"We can't go back to the Château, that's the first place they'll look," I said, looking at JJ, Pope and Kie. "We shouldn't go back to our houses as well. They know we're close to John B and we can't risk our parents telling."

"I'm screwed," John B said, resting his head in hands. I took one in mine, making him look up at me. "No, you're not. I have this place, where I used to go when Paul got really bad. It's all the way at the end of the Cut."

He smiled at me and I told Kie where to drive, pulling up in front of an abandoned house. "This is it?" JJ asked as we got out of the car, walking to the front of the house, if that's what you could still call it.

Paint peeled from the remaining panels that attached to the front of it, four out of five steps missing and the porch more gone than it was there.

"Nope," I said as I walked around the back of the house, to the garden, where this beautiful, magnificent oak tree stood towering above us. The others had followed me and just stared at the tree, waiting for this place I was talking about.