medicate || jj maybank (1)

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[tw: abuse]

When Willow finally made it home, she noticed the porch light was on. Most of the time, her mother always kept it off unless she had company. Amelia Bradshaw never even kept it on in case her daughter came home because quite frankly, she didn't care if she did or not. She knew the girl always either stayed with John B or sometimes, Kiara. It never occurred to her that she would even want to step foot in the house for any reason whatsoever.

As Willow made her way up the porch step, she could hear laughter from inside which made her hesitate on going in. The only reason she was here was to ask her mother about Big John and she didn't want to wait any longer. She didn't care who the guest was and she didn't care how drunk Amelia was. The only thing she truly did care about was letting her mom know that she knew. It just worried her because she didn't know how she would react.

Opening the screen door, her eyes fell upon her mother sitting on the couch beside Luke Maybank. Her gaze trailed down to the coffee table in front of them with cocaine lined up and cards right across from it. Both of them had a whiskey glass in hand as she watched the two talk about random stuff. It automatically made her feel uneasy, but she was still sure to ask her. Before she could move an inch, Amelia glanced over when she heard the door shut behind her daughter.

"Oh, look who decided to come home for once.", Amelia chuckled, standing up from her seat to walk over to Willow. The teenager set her bag down before locking eyes with Luke.

"What's he doing here?", She whispered so only her mother could hear, but knowing Amelia; she loved embarrassing her daughter.

"He's here because I invited him.", Amelia grinned, glancing over towards him. "Ain't that right, Luke?"

"Surprised you didn't drag my son here with you.", He spoke with a smirk, then took a sip of whiskey as he watched them both take a seat in the living room. Amelia sat near Luke once more as Willow sat in a chair across from them. "Where's he at anyways?"

"Like you care.", Willow rolled her eyes as Luke gave her a glare, making Amelia shake her head.

"Whatever happened to manners, dear?"

"Whatever happened to my father, mom?", She crossed her arms across her chest, watching as Amelia slowly set her whiskey glass down onto the coffee table as she chuckled.

Glancing up to look at her daughter, she asked, "Excuse me?"

"John Routledge.", Willow spoke dryly, noticing her mother's expression change drastically. Luke looked between the two of them after a few moments of silence as the two had a glare war. Once Willow figured out Amelia was never going to speak up, she began talking once more. "I know that John is my father and I know that you had an affair, but why would you keep it from me?"

"You better watch yourself.", Amelia pointed towards her daughter, nothing but anger being prominent in the woman's tone.

"You kept it from me all these years.", Willow stood up, not being able to control her anger as she watched her mother begin to laugh it off. "You kept him from me and I want to know why!"