~Chateau~
It was later that day and I was asleep on the hammock while John b and Sarah sat on the other. Well at least I was asleep, before Sarah and John b stormed off arguing.
K: can you be quiet please?
Jb: sorry keeks
S: sorry keira.
They both left and I laid my head back down.
Jj: morning cupcake.
K: hi.
Jj: well I'm guessing you don't wanna shot gun.
I shook my head slowly.
Jj: hey you good?
I shook my head again.
K: I-I don't think... erm I don't-
Jj: take your time. What's going on?
He came and sat on the edge of the hammock.
K: I don't think I'm okay.
I whispered.
Jj: I don't get it
K: I don't erm... I don't think I'm fine.
Jj: what do you mean?
K: I don't think I'm okay. I think I held everything in and being held under again, it all came back at once.
Jj: kee-
K: it's like my chest, it hurts all the fricken time, and my heart hurts, I feel like I can't live, I wanted to count to 11. Not 10.
Jj reaslised what I meant and held my hand.
Jj: I'm not letting you get to 1 again. I promise this time.
I stare at JJ and smile. He starts to lean in until we get interrupted by a phone ringing.
Jj: sorry
K: go ahead.
He answers and runs over to pope.
Jj: pope, somethings happened to your dad.
Kiara comes and gets me and we go after them. We get in the Twinkie and drive to Hayward's.
We got there and I placed a bandage over his head.
K: let me know if it hurts.
H: you could never hurt me sweetheart.
I smile at him and sit down. Heyward has always been there for me when I had trouble with my dad I guess Kiaras mum and popes dad were like my adopted parents.
Him and pope talked about the key pope found and he told us we needed to go talk to popes grandmother.
We got back in the Twinkie and I sat in the back looking at the key.
We pulled up and pope got out of the van.
P: actually I think I'm gonna do this on my own.
Ki: you sure?
P: yeah I don't really need you.
He sighed at Kiara.
Jj: oh we're just one big happy family today.
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Broken promises ~ JJ Maybank ~ Sequel to Promises
Romance* "it's just three words, eight letters. What are you so afraid of?" * "That when I say those words...he'll leave me. I'm not ready to broken again. And I'm definitely not ready to lose him"
