Heated Lies (Jiara)

Caged and Free

Hey guys i hate to ruin the party but i'm going on a bit of a hiatus. The new season drops tomorrow and i'm probably gonna do more watching than writing. i also go back to school tomorrow. i'll be a little busy. this doesn't mean no updates, it just means less frequent updates. love you all!!

He was dumbfounded, walking away from the station. This was all wrong. So much shit should've went down already, but it hadn't. He'd actually gotten a break, and for JJ, it was better than liquid gold.

But what is he supposed to do now?

He glanced back at the station, almost missing it. It was his temporary home, and it reminded him a lot of the love he received from Kiara.

He started walking, hating the feeling of his clothes after their over usage. He needed a shower, and something to eat. He knew that. But he had to rack his brain for priorities to keep him going.

Eventually, after thinking for a moment, he set off toward Pope's house. If Pope himself couldn't help him, Heyward could. Then he felt something that made him stop.

It was pride. He was proud of himself. It didn't look it, because he was beaten and worn, but he was smiling anyway. He looked back at the station one last time, several feet away as it was, and grinned wider.

Maybe Shoupe wasn't an asshole.

***

Kiara awoke in a white room. She didn't remember getting off the bus. Her shoes were gone, replaced with fuzzy slippers by her bedside. The sheets were white, matching the tile floor and the door. She felt as though she were in a psych ward.

A loud buzzer bounced off the room walls, and her door opened a little two eerily. Outside, she could see women step forward, already dressed in their designated uniforms.

Kiara choked, quickly dressing and joining them. They stood straight, like robots. Kiara couldn't help but rub her hands on her arms. It was freezing in the metallic-like area.

As she looked around, she realized this must be the common room. Women of all different shapes and sizes were completely straight and quiet. She wondered what would happen if she said something.

"Good morning." A loud speaker boomed over the whole vicinity.

"Good morning Ms. Jankens." Everyone else spoke right behind her in unison.

Kiara jumped at their voices.

"I don't think I heard everyone. Can we try again, students?"

"Good morning Ms. Jankens." They all spoke again, and this time Kiara did too.

Then they waited. More doors opened to their left and right. Women dressed somewhere between doctors and police officers emerged and stood at the cornered posts.

"We have a few newbies." The speaker raddled her core. "When I call your name, step forward."

She could've cried with the amount of tension in the air. All she could think about was how much she didn't deserve to be there.

"Nora Jones."

Kiara watched as a short student with round glasses walked up. Her hair was cut almost as short as the Carrera's father's.

"Mackenzie Surret."

She was blonde, which Kiara expected. She also looked quite scared, biting her finger nails and awkwardly shuffling forward.

"Kiara Carrera."

Her heart dropped as eyes fell upon her figure. She took a deep breath and stepped forward. The next name was called, and she was forgotten just as quickly.

***

JJ stared at one bruise as he waited, noticing it had almost completely healed. It was progress, and it gave confidence.

He knocked again, and heard shouts as a result.

"We are doing something really fucking important!" Sarah screamed, stomping over to the door from the other side. "So I'm not buying your girl scout cooki-"

Her mouth didn't close, but it dropped. John B and Pope followed behind her at the lack of response. Who they saw shocked them all into silence.

"Uh..." JJ did feel a little self conscious as they looked him up and down. "Sup guys?"

***

Back at the dreaded house, Luke was doing some thinking of his own. He'd run out of beer and pills to stifle his mind, and his anger swelled.

Except JJ wasn't home. He couldn't say anything to the boy, couldn't show him how hard it was to be a grown adult with an ungrateful son.

And then there was Shoupe, stepping in as the hero. He saw the looks between he and JJ. They were 'bonding' and it made Luke sick.

Things were going to get out of his control way too fast. He found himself staring in the mirror. The lines on his face deepened as he though about JJ.

He didn't think of himself as an addict, but he knew the pains were withdrawal. So he had to leave the house anyway. There was a difference this time.

He put on a a black suit with a buttoned shirt and black shoes. He looked rather dapper to himself, actually taking some water down to give a sense of cleanliness.

Next was his hair. He smoothed it down with whatever expired gel was left in the battered bathroom cabinet, and combed through it with a brush. But he still hated the lines on his skin.

If he was going to look sophisticated, he needed the full body picture. It took him a little while, rummaging through different rooms in the house before coming up with a small foundation stick.

He thought he'd scored, grinning as he popped the top off. Seconds later, he was staring at the pigmented cylinder. It was small, and faint, and Luke didn't even want to guess what it was.

It was red and Luke sunk down to the floor. When he'd last seen JJ, before the fight, he thought JJ just healed quickly. Seeing dried blood on a foundation stick?

It nearly had a grown man in tears. He had to get his son back.

authors note- this is unedited!! if you see correction to be made lemme knowww