SIXTY THREE.

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tw: mentions of violence

John B ran as fast as his feet could carry him. Over the airport runway, into the trees, through the bushes, over the sand. He didn't stop running until he found his van. His loyal friends were waiting for him inside.

JJ was laying down, but stood abruptly when he saw his friend. "John B!" Him, Kiara, and Pope were all just outside the car. They waved him over.

"Let's go!" John B shouted.

JJ frowned, wondering what startled him

"We have to go ! Now! Go!"

They took his words as warning, everyone getting in the van.

John B forced himself in, started up his car, and took off.

"Jesus, what happened?" Kiara asked.

"Yeah, what the hell?" JJ told him, "We saw the plane leave."

Unlike his friends focused on the parted plane, Pope's eyes were glued into John B's red hands. "...Who's blood is that?"

John B was shaking, his hands had barely been able to turn the keys in the ignition. Now, speeding down the road, he felt like he could barely hold onto the wheel.

They all noticed the blood now. "Shit, man, is that from you?" JJ asked.

Kiara tried to find a wound on him, but couldn't. She pressed, "What happened, John B?"

John B gulped, loudly. With a shaky voice he said, "...They shot her."

"Shit," Pope breathed.

Kiara's eyes widened. "Sarah?"

Slowly, John B shook his head. "No. Not Sarah."

JJ was the first one it clicked for. His face paled, all the blood draining out of it. "...Susan?"

John B didn't answer fast enough for JJ's liking. "I don't..." He didn't want to say it. "I don't think she's gonna make it."

The van went quiet, only the rumbling of the engine and bumping gears were heard.

JJ plopped back in his seat. Suddenly, he felt a sense of deja vu. He felt like he had gone months into the past, listening to Kiara tell him that Madelyn had overdosed.

He felt sick.

She was shot? Susan was shot?

JJ sat up more, he glanced through the back window, suddenly wondering why they were leaving the airfield at all. Why weren't they going back and helping her? Shouldn't they be taking her to the hospital? Or was she well enough to drive herself?

"They shot her?" Kiara continued. "Who's they? Ward?"

John B gulped, loudly. He slowed at a stop sign, and turned, staring directly at his friends. "Rafe."

Again, the car went silent. Pope's eyes widened, and the shock hit each of them slowly.

JJ's blood ran cold.

Rafe Cameron. He'd never hated a name more. But even so, JJ thought this had to be a mistake. Because even if he was a selfish, violent sociopath, Rafe wouldn't shoot Bexley's mother, he'd be too scared of the repercussions.

"What happened?" Kiara repeated. "Was he arrested?"

Shaking his head, John B explained, "No, I think he just...went home."

JJ was struck with shock again.

He went home? Did the police escort him there? Why didn't they take him to the police station?

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