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a/n: two updates in one day? i'm feeding y'all fr

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a/n: two updates in one day? i'm feeding y'all fr. also we figure out why the book is named a midsummer's rose ;)

warnings: violence, animal death, guns, cursing, panic attack

All of the pogues move towards the window where John B was standing and looked out. There in the front yard was two men moving towards the house.

August looked at Kiara as she began to shake, "Guys, guys, is that them?"

"No, no way,"

"Wait? Who is them?" August looked at JJ who just gave her a look telling her to shut up.

"Is that them?" Kie asked again anxiety rising in her voice.

"This is suboptimal." Pope muttered.

"John B, I told you. - Why does it always.." JJ was getting upset, at what August didn't understand. All she knew was if JJ was stressed she needed to be stressed too.

"J! Hey, look at me." John B cut JJ off and grabbed his shoulders roughly. Once he had gotten the boy's attention he solemnly asked, "Where's the gun?"

"Gun? I, uh, I can't..."

Kiara was shaking uncontrollably at this point, "Now you don't have the gun, the one time we need the gun?"

August frantically looked at JJ now scared out of her mind. J looked back at her and started to think. "It was in my backpack, and then I..."

He ran his fingers through his hair for a moment, "It's on the porch." And with that the boy got up to go to the front porch.

August turned to the group with tears in her eyes, "What's happening?" 

Before anyone could answer her they heard a loud voice echoing, "John Routledge!"

"Guys!" Kie yelled at the group and JJ ran back into the room.

"Where's the compass?" Kie asked looking at JB.

John B was too busy looking at JJ, "Where's the gun?"

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