promise?

12.

smut warning!!
tw- mention of death

last night rafe let me in. he let me see what he hides. a lot of crying, a lot of talking, a lot of "i'm sorry." i know rafe needed me last night, but the last thing i could do was get caught at his house. his dad would kill him, and so i left. i went back to the pogues.

when i got home, it was like every other night. everyone was outside drinking beer and having a good time, except for pope. he was at home. on the other hand, i was too exhausted to have fun so i just went in and went to bed.

now waking up, realizing that rafe crying into my arms wasn't a dream. it was real.

i walk out of john b's room to see jj all over bella in the other room. i walk a little further to see kie, laying, smoking a blunt on the couch, reading a book about sea turtles anatomy or some shit like that.

"morning kie." i say.

"morninggg." she says, completely out of it.

"where's john b and sarah?" i ask.

"outside." she replies.

i hum in response, grabbing a beer from the counter. as i walk back in the living room, i grab the remote and turn the tv on. kie moves her feet for me to sit next to her. i plop down. she puts her feet back on top of me.

as i scroll through the channels i come across the news.

"Sheriff Peterkin shot and killed." a woman on the news says.

my face drops.

"oh shit." i whisper to myself.

"john b! you might wanna come in here."

he walks in.

"look." i say, pointing to the tv.

"holy shit." he says.

i guess i should tell you a little bit about peterkin. when john b's dad died, his uncle was assigned to watch after him. well, it was that or foster care. instead, his uncle went off to do some work thing in mississippi which left john b without a legal guardian. peterkin helped john b stay out of foster care before ward adopted him.

oh yea, i forgot to say, john b is like a total kook now. well, he's still a pogue but living with your rich girlfriend = kook. "adopting" john b really only meant ward pays the bills for big johns house, just to keep it in tact for john b.

moral of the story, peterkin means a lot to john b. a lot.

"john b i'm so sorry." kie says.

he starts to shed tears.

sarah walks in.

"john b- what happened?" sarah asks.

"peterkin, she's dead." kie says.

"omg-" sarah whispers.

she wraps her arms around john b and holds him in her arms, as he falls to the ground. kie and i get up and hug him too, us all hugging him.

"The shooter hasn't been confirmed." says the lady on the tv.

john b pauses and looks at the tv.

"we gotta find that guy." he says.

"john b.." sarah starts.

"what? peterkin was innocent. of all people she didn't deserve it." he replies.

silence fills the room.

"alright. if you don't help, that's fine by me but i'm gonna find out who did it." he says, storming out.