Life on the cut (JJxReader) OuterBanks Fanfic

The Idea.

(A/N: Part 89 o.o short chapter today bc i binged squid game all day and now im running later than usual lol IDK WAT TO NAME IT I NEED TO DO MY HW AND PREP FOR COLLAGE HEGUWDRUEDW)

Limbrey ran her magnifying glass down the painted wall. Inches from it's ached, flanking artwork. Every bump and dip was caught by her keen eye- but all were dismissed. Nothing here was what she was after. "Where's the cross Denmark..?" She whispered to no one but herself. "Come on... Come on..." She sighed deeply. That previous disappointment had made her ever more determined to find the cloth she needed to cure her ailments. However, determination doesn't replace her physical condition, nor does it compensate. A growing wave of tiredness suddenly swept over Limbrey. She gasped lightly- falling against the very wall she was searching for her answers on. She steadied herself, and stood upright. Placing a frail hand against the wall and taking a few deep, steady breaths to compose herself. Limbrey was alone in that room. If she fell Aiden wouldn't catch her.

The pair of devious men were outside the residence. Limbrey refused to take a break but the two of them had gotten rather tired of that damned room. Each wall moulded into the same one. The same boring green wall plastered with useless pictures that were getting them absolutely nowhere. Rafe was playing catch with himself. Tossing a yellow ball into the air and catching it again. He was wondering if Y/N was a gold digger or not. Probably not. Definitely not. However would he lure her to stay with him? The cross maybe? Limbrey only wanted the cloth- not the cross itself. Maybe he could show her. He could solve every problem she'd ever had. That cloth however was worth nothing to him. He looked at Aiden, who stood at the edge of the patio looking at the view. "She really believe that shit about the magic bathrobe?"
"Full-on. She's got nothing else to believe in so why not that?" He replied, not turning to face him.
Rafe turned to stare at him, "But the cross that exists yeah?" 
The wind was starting to pick up, and the air smelt like rain. Aiden retreated from the patios edge and sat under an blue and white umbrella, on a matching sofa. "At some point. Yeah." He told Rafe. "That's a historical fact."
Rafe nodded, and started tossing the ball to the wall and catching it again. "...It's valuable?"
Aiden chuckled, "It's seven feet high, plated with gold and covered in diamonds. You tell me." he rolled his eyes. What a stupid thing to ask.
"I was just asking." Rafe defended his question. He remembered not liking this kid in kindergarten. And apparently those feelings had stayed roughly the same.
The crunching of pebbled were heard as a black car crunched down the twisting driveway.
Rafe stopped tossing the ball and stared.
"...What?" Aiden looked over where Rafe was staring.
"Shit." He hissed. It was Topper. Seeing him made his face ache.

"Hey Rafe." Topper waved slightly as Rafe stalked up to him. "Got no beef, just here to meet Sarah."
Rafe made a face, "Sarah's not here. Go... Go chase her somewhere else." He waved him away.
"Wha- wh- what do you mean. Sarah's not here." Topper asked sternly. "I talked with her earlier. Supposed to meet here here, supposed to pick her up."
Rafe lent on the house wall, looking menacing. "How would I know where my sister is? Huh? She's not a child. But..." He lent close to Topper, "One thing you should know, Top, Is... Is I got nothing against you, even though you totally punked me the other night."
"Really... uh- were you too coked-out to remember the fact you were drowning your sister?"
"Drowning? No- I wasn't drowning..." Rafe stopped leaning on the wall, and stood up against Topper. "I was provoked all right?"
Topper started backing up to his car, "All right man, you know what?" He turned to leave.
Rafe raised his voice and called, "You think, you think I want her running off with John B? Huh!? Is that what you really think?"
Topper, turned. Slowly. He stuck his tongue into his cheek and chewed on it in annoyance. "Is that where she is? Is she with John B?" Was he seriously getting screwed over by Sarah again? With the same guy no less. 
Rafe chuckled and pointed at his temple, "Where the hell else would she be, eh?" He mocked her. "Unless she found some other sucker. Yeah?" He waved his hand, signalling that he though Topper was a dumbass.
"I can- I can just track her. I completely forgot I can jut track her phone." Topper went back to his car, waving his phone.
"Are you spying on her?" Rafe made a face and followed Topper to the door.
"No I'm not spying on her!" He exclaimed. "Rafe I just care about her. I want to make sure she's safe."
Rafe nodded.
Topper turned around and at that moment Rafe slipped the phone out of his light hold. "Can I see that? Thanks."
"Jeez... Give- Give me my phone back." Topper went after Rafe as he walked away.
"What? Calm down, all right?" He said softly, looking down at the phone, "...What the hell is she doing on goat island? ...Shiiiiiit....."
"What?"
"Of course." Rafe tossed the phone back to him and went to find Aiden.
"Rafe-!"
"Go home. Trust me. You don't wanna be near her right now."
(A/N: I wish he'd stop being so hot D:)
Aiden looked up from his sofa, listening in. "Hm?"
"Oi. Let's go." Rafe snapped. If Sarah was there it was likely the pogues were too...

John B gasped at the sight of his wound. It was bloody and looked deep. A dark red gash in his leg.
"All right, careful. I'm pretty sure that'll get infected." Pope told him.
"Yeah.." Sarah agreed. John B adjusted his position, lying on the roof of the Twinkie with his leg on Sarah's lap. Only the roof was visable.
"Ah-!" He winced as Sarah touched the wound.
"Yeah you're lucky you didn't cut into muscle too much."
John B panted out, "Yeah. lucky I got.. bit... by an alligator and.. My car... Is under.. water...."
"Do you have something to wrap it with?" She asked him. "Stop the bleeding? It can-" She looked up. John B was holding his bandanna out to her. It brought back a lot of memories. This bandanna had blocked up too many wounds in it's lifespan. Sarah squished it in her palm and started to roll it up and wrap it around John B's leg.
Kie's fathers truck pulled up beside the rising water.
"Speak of the devil..." Pope spat bitterly.

(A/N: More pogue time next chapt i promsie xx
Until next time!)