JJ Maybank Imagines

Car accident

"If you're not going to change your behavior then get the fuck out of my house!"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you heard your father's voice screaming at you. He was mad again. This time, you had literally no idea why. Usually, he got mad about the dumbest things, like you didn't clean the house or if you got home late and made too much noise.

Ever since your mom left when you were little, your father created a problem with drugs and alcohol, so he would get mad pretty often. Sometimes he got violent too. But this time it was just screaming at your face and you didn't know what you did wrong.

"But dad, I don't have anywhere-"

"I don't fucking care! Get out!"

He didn't let you finish your sentence. You wanted to argue with him but he grabbed another beer bottle. So you knew there was no point. Eventually, he would be too drunk to talk to you.

Swallowing the tears down, you ran up to your room, grabbed a bag, and stuffed in some clothes. You would get back later to grab more. You ran down the stairs and smashed the door shut. Hoping to calm down, you breathed in the fresh air.

Where the fuck could you go? It was literally almost midnight. You barely had any cash on you, so a hotel wasn't an option. You also didn't have many friends so you couldn't crash at someone's house. You came up with the idea to drive your car somewhere and just stay the night in your car. That was probably the best option right now.

Opening the car door, you sighed deeply when you sat down. You absolutely dreaded the idea of sleeping somewhere in an empty and dark parking lot.

A few tears rolled down your cheeks but you swiped them away quickly. Tomorrow you would come back and your dad had probably forgotten about everything. At moments like this, you wished your mother had never left you.

While driving, you thought about what would happen if your dad didn't let you come back at all. You had a crappy job that paid even crappier so you couldn't afford your own place. Did you have to sleep in parking lots for the rest of your life?

Making a turn right, you noticed this road was pretty dark.

It would be the perfect place to get murdered or kidnapped. Great.

You decided to just keep driving and tried to stay focused, but you mind kept wandering to your home situation.

All of a sudden, you saw a car coming out of the woods in the corner of your eye. It was too late to hit the brake. You tried to swerve and steered the other way. But before you knew it you crashed. The car flipped over and it went black before your eyes.

~

"John B why are you driving like an idiot?" Sarah asked, sitting in the passenger seat when John B nearly hit a curb with the Twinkie.

"I'm just glad Pope isn't driving" Kie said, which made John B laugh. "Hey, I crashed once and that was because the cops were chasing us" Pope tried to defend himself, he considered himself a good driver.

The Pogues were on another midnight drive on the island. It was mid-summer and the nights were too warm to stay inside and do nothing. So they decided to hit the road once again.

"Y'all just mad 'cause I'm the best driver" JJ said.

Everybody laughed. "Yeah keep telling yourself that bro" John B answered.

He turned right. "Damn they have to fix those street lamps on this road." They kept driving even though the road was pitch black.

"Wait! What's that?" Sarah asked suddenly, pointing to a car that was upside down on the side of the road.