(BOOK ONE)
"...𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.."
"𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."
willow bradshaw was a pogue, born and raised. she was the type of girl to either be high, drunk off her ass, or simply both. she hung around t...
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There was a knocking at Willow's front door, making her groan as she held her head in pain. A few nights ago had been a long night for sure. Between all the drinks and then JJ shooting his gun, then coming home to her mother yelling at her which only fueled her anger more to the point she had drank more and blacked out. Once she made her way through the living room, she couldn't help but focus on the living room being a mess. Part of her didn't care though, so she opened the front door which allowed the sunlight to peep through and blind her for a second.
Shielding her eyes from the sun, she squinted to look at the person standing in front of her. Once she realized who it was, she gave him a small smile. "Hey, JJ, what's up?"
"Dude, you missed a whole lot of shit. Everyone was worried about you.", He looked down, his eyes catching glimpse of her tank top rolled up enough on her side to see a bruise. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked back up and made eye contact with her. "So, where exactly have you been the last few days?"
"Just here. I haven't really felt like going anywhere and my mom said that I wasn't looking too good, so she thought I should stay and get better.", She spoke truthfully, watching as his chest rose up as he took in a deep breath. Quickly pulling her tank top down, she gave him a faint smile.
"Okay.", He decided against asking more about it, feeling as if it were him; he wouldn't want anyone to ask further questions. "Well, you still missed a lot."
"Like what?", She asked curiously, stepping away which allowed him access into her living room. As his eyes scanned the area, he noticed how messy it was which reminded him of his own home. There were whiskey glasses scattered all over the place, even shards of glass in the corner by the wall, and the lamp post looked broken.
Of course, it did embarrass her how nasty her house looked but for some reason she didn't mind JJ coming in. She knew that his house wouldn't have been kept neat because his father was an alcoholic druggie and JJ was never home. It was the same for Willow, but this was the first time anyone other than John B had been inside her home. Most of the time if she was expecting guests, or they just appeared, she would want to clean it all up and hide the fact she was living in a slum.
"For starters, John B found a compass from the boat. Apparently, it belonged to his dad. There were people shooting at us, too. Uh, we lied to the cops and John B took Mr. Cameron's scuba gear to dive down to that Grady White.", He answered her, continuing to look around before he noticed how terrible the kitchen looked. There were dishes everywhere, bags of groceries that had probably been sitting there for a week, the pantry door opened with only cans of beans inside, and there had been a few knives laid out on the kitchen table. "Hey, uh... is everything okay here?"
She turned to look at him, grabbing her bag that she would always carry with her to go hang out with her friends. Once she noticed his gaze was focused on the kitchen, she gulped. "Uh, yeah but um... people shooting at you, huh? Sounds like an every day action movie."
