𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
outer banks universe.
BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
...
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𝟎𝟕𝟐. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞
until i found you ──── stephen sanchez
( had a strange idea for this chapter so i hope you enjoy? )
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖨 𝖲𝖨𝖳 𝖨𝖭 𝖬𝖸 𝖥𝖠𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱'𝖲 𝖮𝖥𝖥𝖨𝖢𝖤，𝖱𝖤𝖬𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖨𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖡𝖤 𝖠 𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖳𝖫𝖤 𝖦𝖨𝖱𝖫．So innocent, so carefree and full of joy, unbeknownst to what her father was doing while he sat in this exact chair, conducting his research that would one day tear this family apart at the seams.
If I had known then what I know now, I would've done everything possible to stop him from derailing this family. Well, I would've tried to do everything possible to stop him from becoming so obsessed with something that could, and nearly did, kill him. If I had known, I would've done everything to stop him because all I want is to go back to being that little girl.
I want to be that little girl who knew nothing of what her father was doing in this exact room whilst sitting in this exact chair. That little girl had the biggest smile. That little girl never complained about a single thing. That little girl adored every minute she spent with her father and brother. That little girl didn't question why she couldn't have a mother like all the other kids. That little girl thought her dad was a superhero.
Little did she know, her superhero of a father would break her heart before any boy got the chance to.
Dad shattered my heart, and now it's slowly being repaired. The moment he hit me, even if it was a one time thing, he cracked the foundation of our relationship. I was willing to forgive and forget the day after it happened but then he disappeared without so much as an apology.
Dad never apologised. Ever.
I stare at the photo of his desk. It's of the three of us. John B and I were just two chubby-cheeked five-year-olds in that photo. We're sitting on Dad's lap, smiling at the camera with joyful smiles adorning our little faces. I imagine John B and I were laughing at something Dad said because those smiles in the photo don't look posed, not in any way. We're so innocent, so oblivious, so young── that's what we were. In some ways, we still are even twelve years later.
