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

Chapter 28: Fugitive.

Y/N's POV:

The next morning, we all got into Kie's car, sitting there whilst listening to the radio. We were sat in silence, the news reporter's voice being drowned out by the cackling sound of the radio stations and police sirens.

Wait.

I sat up as they grew louder and watched as cop cars sped in front of where we parked, but luckily we were hidden enough so they couldn't see us. I breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing back into JJ's chest as the news carried on feeding in through the radio.

"And still, no arrest in the shooting death of Sheriff Susan Peterkin. The state police have issued a statement regarding a local person of interest, a juvenile from—"

I leaned over the from the back seat and switched the radio off- John B didn't need to hear this shit today. None of us did.

I ran my fingers down my face, an exasperated sigh pushing past my tired mouth. I remembered a time when the biggest problem I had was if had worn an outfit already to school- those were good days.

Now, my biggest problem was the fact that my friend had been accused of a crime he didn't commit, instead the crime being committed by the person who raped me, except no one knew he raped me because I didn't yet feel the need to share my burdens with everyone.

JJ spoke up first. "Let's game this out. Maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all, but... who are the cops going to believe? Ward Cameron or us?"

He was right. The word of five teenagers from the Cut was nothing against esteemed businessman, Ward Cameron. "Our society is fucked," I said honestly.

"Yucatan. That's the only option." JJ started this topic again, and John B was getting fed up. "JJ, enough with the Mexico bullshit. Sarah will bail me out," John B spoke with optimism, and I had to applaud him for remaining so hopeful in this situation.

"She did witness the whole thing," Kie said in agreement with John B. Pope returned to being the usual pessimist he was. "And she's gonna snitch on her brother?"

"I wouldn't think she classes him much as family, in all honesty." I tried my best not to cringe at the mention of Rafe, the scars he had inflicted upon me having not fully healed, and I don't mean physical.

"Not happening." JJ turned to John B. "We gotta get you off the island." Pope said the ferry was the only way to do so. "Exit stage left while you can," JJ said and once again, police sirens could be heard. "Before the entire island is on lockdown."

I pulled JJ down, covering our heads whilst the cops drove past and immediately, the conversation resumed. "Sarah's not a Pogue, John B," Pope told him, turning around from the front seat to face us.

"You can't stay here, man."

Saying this was a difficult decision would be a huge understatement. Not only had John B been arguing within himself, he now had to factor in our opinions, Kie and I both leaning to the side that opted to have faith in Sarah whilst JJ and Pope were on the side that encouraged him to leave the island.

It was two against two and John B was smack bang in the middle. I saw the conflict in his eyes, tiredness all over the face of the 16 year old boy who had been forced to grow up into a man over night. And a part of me ached for him when I saw remnants of the John B I first ever met- an 8 year old boy who had big hair, a big heart and an even bigger name.

He was still clinging onto that part of himself, not ready to let all his innocence escape him just yet. John B was strong- he'd work his way out of this, he always did.