ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ [ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ]

13 midsummers (part one)

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"just let me see him please" i begged the officer behind the front desk of the police station.

i paced around the room just needing to know if he was okay or if he was being let out.

that's when i saw his father come in and my whole body tensed up, i don't think i hated anyone more in this world than that man.

the way he treated his son ached my heart, jj didn't do anything to him at all and i knew a part of the boy still cared for his father, even though he didn't deserve it.

he trenched forward slowly to the female officer to collect jj "restitution?!" he scolded at the woman as she looked up "pay for what he broke" she continued.

my attention was then shifted to jj who entered the room slowly, i ran up to him hugging him tightly feeling him melt into my arms.

"oh this your girlfriend?" his father interrupted approaching the two of us.

jj then proceeded to move in front of me "don't fucking talk about her" he spat at the man.

luke maybank chuckled and then grabbed jj pushing him out the front door "in the car now"

everything inside me sunk knowing what the boy was about to go home to and what the vile excuse of a man would do to the innocent blonde boy.

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i was now in kiara's room getting ready for the midsummers party also known as the kookiest event of all time which happens once a year.

she had begged me to come and be her plus one as she didn't want to be left alone the whole night given that her parents forced her to attend every time.

"you know we haven't seen john b in like almost two days?" i alerted the girl as i put on a long red dress adjusting the straps on my shoulder.

she had a worried expression covering her face "he's okay, it's john b, he's a survivor"

i nodded agreeing but still in confusion on where he slept and if DCS had caught him.

the dark red dress was long and fit tightly but flowed out after the waist, my hair was left slightly wavy at the ends.

i then turned to kiara who was wearing a lilac silk dress along with her hair patterned into a flower crown "i look like a bourgeoisie pig" she spoke.

her mother then entered the room "will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night" she lectured the girl.