There was no warning for this dream, it was so obvious what was happening, me at the age of 11 having a gun cocked at me. "You don't disrespect me again you little shit," Mike growled. (My mom's boyfriend.)
"I'm gonna tell her what- what you did to me." I whimper, I always cowered down, anytime he was around. This was the first time I had to confidence to say aything somewhat threatening. He just smirks.
"She'll never believe you, no one will. You're a little kid . A nobody, you should just die before you get ahead. Nobody fucking wants you here. You're always in the way. You always have some rude ass comments. So, now I'm over it. I am done with your bullshit." I shake at his every word and tears start to fog my vison.
I whimper again, my voice trembling, "Please, Mike. Please don't shoot I'm not ready to die. I don't wanna die. I'll stop bothering you. I'll do- anything. Please." He growls at me again and hits me with the gun. Over and over and over again. Until I learned 'my lesson.'
I wake up, this time trembling, alone in the car. I burst out into tears, I just need JJ. I tried to sit up but pain shot through my head. "JJ!" I yelled, but I couldn't yell again, it hurt my head too much.
Luckily, JJ heard me the first time. "Coral, your awake, thank God." He sighs, bringing me into huis cheast.I lean into him, suddenly a lot calmer then before.
"My head hurts," I mutter, looking up at him, he looked concerned but also calm, I couldn't really tell.
"Pope says you most likely have a concussion. I'm so sorry I let Barry do that to you, he's such a piece of shit. Are you okay?" He pulls away, grabbing my face. I suddenly remember the events of today.
"I- I don't know. I had another nightmare." He rubs my back, softly, and I feel the tears coming again. I force them away.
"What was it about?" He whispers right into my ear and I gulp, resurrfacing the memories.
"Mike- Mike." I shake just at the thought of him. "Mom's boyfriend." He got a little stiff and I almsot started sobbing. Almost. After I go queit he gts the hint i won't say anymore.
"You don't have to tell me anymore, it's okay." He sits me up so I'm straddling him. "Now, I'm gonna carry you out here because John B and Sarah are supposed to be here soon. We gotta say goodbye."
The mood gets even sadder, at the thought of saying goodbye to John B, someone who took me in. He's the closest thing I have to family at the moment. "Alright," I mutter. JJ picks me up, like a princess and we go outside. He knows a concussion hurts my head, not my legs, right?
Right after we get outside, a police car pulls up. JJ quickly covers my ears, knowing it'll hurt my head. I motion for him to set me down, so he does and I cover my ears myself. The sirens stop and out steps John B Routledge. "No way." JJ's shocked, we all are.
"No f'ing way." Pope laughs, very obnoxiously.
"You gotta be kidding me." JJ smirks.
"Shoupe let me take it for a spin." John B says, as he heads over to us, I roll my eyes at the dumb remark.
"Okay, that's believable." I giggle, standing up. JJ is quickly at my side but I usher him off. "JJ, it's a concussion, I didn't break my leg." I smile, walking over to hug John B. John B wraps his arms around me and I close my eyes. This is it.
"It wasn't easy bro, but I got the Phantom for you, and she runs like she was made yesterday." As JJ says this, John B and I disconnect, JJ throws him the keys. "You ready to go?"
That's when I noticed Sarah was not there. "Where's Sarah?" John B asks, looking really worried. Shit I thought she was with him.
"She's not with you?" I ask, my eyebrows furrow and I take in his expression.
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JJ and a Routledge
RomantikA couple of months after John B's dad went missing at sea, a girl named Coral shows up at his door claiming to be his sister, whom he never knew he had. They soon begin living together as she exclaims her story and dives into the Pogues and their di...
