LOVER || JJ MAYBANK

III

WARNING: VIOLENCE, ABUSE.

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scarlett wasn't one to trust people just a minute after meeting them, or even a month later. she'd known the pogues for years, yet she trusted none of them. not a single one of them knew why she didn't trust anybody, but they shrugged it off, and assumed she'd had a bad experience after trusting people before, or something along those lines.

which is why, none of them knew where scarlett had gone.

because of how little the girl trusted people, nobody knew where she went when she couldn't sleep, wanted to be alone, or god knows what.

john b had first suspected that she'd gone home, but pope quickly brushed off the theory, reminding the routledge boy of how much scar hated her parents. then kiara thought that she may have gone to the store, for beer, or cigarettes, but why would she need to get them if she already had some, which kie knew because jj gave scarlett a four pack while watching movies the day before, which she'd only drank one of, and she had cigarettes because there were three on the bedside table, already rolled.

so where, oh where, could scarlette fernsby be?

sadly, john b's suspicions were right.

scarlett had decided to go back home. why, you might ask, but that question cannot be answered, as even the girl who made the decision didn't know the answer.

scar tried her hardest to be quiet as she climbed through her bedroom window, trying not to make any noise.

if her father caught her climbing through the window, she'd be done for. she regretted her choice of coming home, but it was too late to turn back now. she had successfully climbed through her bedroom window, and was now closing it.

"shit-" scarlett panicked, she accidentally dropped the window, slamming it. she knew her dad had heard, whether or not he was home or not would determine what was about to happen.

scarlett quickly rushed over to sit on her bed and act as if she was doing her homework, which she'd left on the end of her bed two days prior, the last time she was home.

she stared into nothingness, losing focus while she tried to be quiet to listen out for her father. she stared at her taped up window; she remembered why the ductape was there. her dad had got home from the bar in a bad mood, he took it out on her almost as worse than he ever had, and slammed her up the window. scar was lucky she didn't go through it.

"where the hell have you been?!" she regained focus; her dad entered the room. he yelled, she couldn't even concentrate on what he was saying, he was yelling so loudly, her ears hurt.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT," he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her off her bed, onto the floor, "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

one punch to the gut.

"DON'T YOU EVER TAKE MY SHIT AGAIN!"

one punch to the face.

"stop!" scar shouted, distressed as blood dripped down her face, and tears fell down her skin.

"i am the parent!" the older fernsby man shouted, "i am in charge! you need to learn!"

"please- no. i'm sorry!" scarlett begged, "DON'T-"

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jj was trying to compose himself, but he was stressing about if scarlett had gone home. he'd called her twelve times now, text her sixteen times, and had all of the other pogues doing the same.