Outer Banks Imagines

Tell Me the Truth: Part One; JJ

Summary: JJ isn't the only one who deals with abuse at home. Y/N has a dark secret that not even the pogues know about. After one especially brutally night JJ and the rest of the pogues find out about what Y/N's home life is really like

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of abuse, Depictions of abuse

Tonight was like any other night. After working at the Wreck or hanging out with the pogues I would eventually have to go home to him. Who is it I'm talking about? My lovely step dad, Brian. Though he is anything but lovely I was left in his custody after my mom passed away when I was little. She married Brian when I was around the age of four and a little over two years later she passed away from cancer. It was a long and painful death that I had no idea about until one particular night when I was 11.

Brian had come over after his usual night of drinking, gambling, and god knows what else. The night must have been especially harsh because that was the first time he ever put his hands on me. Normally it was verbal abuse, but tonight was different.

I was laying on the couch reading my favorite book, Charlotte's Web, when I heard the door slam. Immediately I got up ready to bolt for my bedroom. I didn't like it when Brian came home. He always called me mean names and told me that my mom's death was my fault. Little did I know that tonight, and many more nights after that, would be much worse.

"Y/N! Where are you little bitch?", I heard Brian yell.

I didn't know if I should respond in fear of him finding where I was. Before I could even think to escape he rushed into the living room where I was. I had never seen him look so angry. So disgusted.

"Hi", I replied meekly, "How was your night?", at this point I was doing anything I could to distract him from what he was really after. Me.

He didn't respond. He simply grabbed my arm and began to twist with all his strength. Then he threw me to the ground and began to kick me in my side and stomach until he became too tired to even stand. Throughout his angry kicks I didn't scream. I didn't ask him to stop. I just silently cried. As he passed out on the floor I layed there crying until I had enough strength to carry myself to my room. That was the start of it all.

After that night I decided to get away from Brian for the day. I didn't want to give him another reason to hit me. That's when I met Kie. She was at her family's restaurant helping her dad outside when she saw me. Kie, being the outgoing person she was, immediately started talking to me. She treated me like I've been her friend her whole life. That's when things started looking up. It wasn't until later that I met the pogues and the rest is history.

Fast forward five years and I couldn't be happier. Sure Brian beat the shit out of me every chance he got, but at least I had my pogues. John B, Pope, Kie, and JJ. They became my friends. My escape. My family. The pogues and I had just finished exploring the marsh after hurricane Agatha came the previous night. It was a pogue tradition. One that I've loved for many years. Kie and I waited by the dock for the boys to pick us up. When we saw them pull up we immediately made our way to the boat.

"Hey boys", Kie said as she smiled at them. They all gave their form of greeting. Right when we got on the boat I sat next to JJ. JJ and I instantly clicked when I met him. Maybe it's because we had the same sense of humor. Maybe it's the fact that we both have broken homes. Either way, JJ and I had a special relationship. One that no one understood. Even the pogues.

"Hey Y/N/N", said JJ as he slid his arm around my shoulder.

"Hey JJ", I said as I leaned on his shoulder, "How did Agatha treat the chateau?"

"Not too bad. Could be better", he replied, "How's your place?"

"Good", I lied. In all honesty I had been avoiding my house for the last few days in fear that Brian would be there. I mostly stayed with Kie and her family seeing as they never really minded. They were under the impression that Brian was out of town a lot for work.