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"See, isn't this better than being at the fancy party?" JJ whispered against Amelia's ear, his arms wrapped around her waist as she sat in his lap in the sand next to the ocean.
She giggled as she sipped the water from her red solo cup, turning her face to the side so that JJ could attach his lips to hers. She knew that this was better than being at the Midsummers party. She felt weird sitting along the beach in her fancy dress, but she didn't feel as uncomfortable being here than she did being at a rich Kook's mansion with a bunch of snobby people. She knew that she didn't belong there, and she smiled to herself as she leaned back further into JJ, watching as Sarah and John B played around in the water.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. It's the dirty Pogue and his little slut." Amelia felt her heart drop at the sound of Rafe's voice, her head snapping to the side to meet Rafe's eyes. Topper and Kelce stood behind him, and Rafe glared down at them with a mean smirk.
"What the fuck could you possibly want, Rafe?" JJ's voice boomed, gently pushing Amelia off of him, standing to his feet to step closer to Rafe.
"JJ-" Amelia started to say, but Sarah quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back from the situation. "Rafe, seriously? Go home."
"Shut up, Sarah." He snapped, before quickly stepping around JJ and towards Sarah and Amelia, his eyes fixed on Amelia. Amelia could see the look in his eyes, and she instantly knew that dullness. The drugs had taken over him again. He stepped an inch closer to them again, but he was quickly stopped by John B's hand pressed against his shoulder. "Dude, don't even go near them."
Rafe ignored John B, pushing his arm away from his shoulder, sending John B stumbling backwards. Rafe chuckled, stepping towards Amelia and Sarah again. Amelia could feel the nerves mixed with anger building up inside of her, and without thinking, her hands reached up to his chest, trying her hardest to push him back away from her with all of her might. But being that Rafe was bigger and stronger, he didn't even budge. Amelia could see the anger forming across his face even more, and she felt the burning in her cheek as Rafe's hand suddenly made contact. She was taken back as she fell backwards into the stand, her hand reaching to her face as she stared up at Rafe towering over top of her, the fear suddenly taking over her body. She attempted to stand back up, but Rafe still towering above her, pushed her back down into the sand.
"Rafe! I'll fucking kill you! Leave her the fuck alone!" JJ's voice yelled, his body being held back by Topper and Kelce, trying his hardest to break free from their grip.
Amelia looked up to Rafe, the tears forming in the backs of her eyes. "Rafe, please, just leave me alone. Please."
"You're nothing but a goddamn whore." He spat, kneeling down and grabbing the back of Amelia's hair in his fist.
Suddenly Amelia felt the grip on the back of her head release, and Amelia quickly sat up in the water, taking in a sharp breath as she tried to calm herself down and steady her breathing. She heard the screams, her attention fixing on the crowd of people once again.
"Put the gun down, John B!" She heard Sarah's voice scream, and Amelia felt her body jump as two loud shots fired into the air. JJ quickly rushed to her side, grabbing her face in her hands. "Baby, are you okay?"
She took another breath, watching as the entire crowd of people ran from the beach and towards their cars, trying to get away from the situation unfolding as quickly as they could. The sound of sirens flooded her ears as she saw the flashing lights of the police car pulling into the grass at the top of the beach. Her eyes then fixed on John B. Amelia couldn't help but let out a scared gasp as Rafe plowed himself into John B, grabbing the gun from his hand as John B fell back into the sand.
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Waves
FanfictionAmelia McKenna was silent, calm and obedient. She was a good girl, with a lot of potential, and came from the perfect family. She was a Kook. JJ Maybank was loud, stubborn and reckless. He was a bad boy, and came from a broken home. He was a Pogue...