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John b was now wanted for murder. I was beginning to get worried because we hadn't heard from him in a day.

"What if they cought him?" I ask.

"If they caught him they wouldn't still be looking" pope says.

I drop the rag on the table and my head drops between my shoulders. I was tired, I hadn't slept and kies parents were making me and her pull doubles.

We were lucky the restaurant was dead due to curfews being out in place and people afraid to leave home.

"What's wrong?" JJ asks, sounding concerned.

"I'm exhausted" I admit.

JJ looks around and brings his lip in-between his teeth.

"They can't make you work like this, you're fifteen" JJ whispers.

"I have nothing better to do"

I sigh and pick the rag back up and go back to washing down tables.

"Y/n, do you have something to eat tonight?" Kies mom asks.

"I can figure something out Mrs. Carrera" I turn to look at her.

"Oh honey you look tired" she comments.

"Just a bit, but it's manageable" I begin to wash the tables again.

I hear her walk towards me.

"Mike's just being a hard ass, I can see your exhausted and honestly the last thing that you should have to do is work when your worried sick about your family" she assured.

"Trust me he does make me worried but he knows how to take care of himself" I reassure.

"But do you?" She asks

I turn my head and give her a strange look.

I had an old connection with her, she used to babysit me when my father was gone for trips and John b was gone for school.

"I'll cook you up something real quick and you can go home for the day" she winks.

"Thank you, that would be nice" I smile.

She walks away and JJ slow claps.

"Shut up oh my god" I pick up the rag and toss it at him.

"Tell her to make me a plate too" JJ sasses.

I flip him off as I walk into the kitchen. I clock out via the time tablet in the back and put away my apron. I take my notebook out of my apron and take my tips out, putting them in my back pocket.

I walk back into the dining area, fiddling with the rings on my hands.

I take the money from my back pocket and count it.

$25

I walk up to JJ and hold out the money and bend down so my lips were to his ear.

"Be a good boy and get me pods hm?" I whisper.

I hear his breath catch and he takes the money.

"Yes ma'am" he says.

He quickly stands up and walks out of the wreck.

"How do you do that?" Pope asks, baffled.

"I'm magical" I giggle.

I grab jjs drink off the table and take a sip. I nearly choke on the drink.

"What the fuck is this?" I gag.

"It's JJ, Lord knows what he did to that" kie joins in.

"We need to tell the police" I say.

"Tell them what exactly?" Pope asks.

"The truth, about who killed peterkins" I say.

Without warning JJ rushes back into the restaurant.

"C'mon, we gotta go John b needs us" JJ whisper shouts.

-
Before we knew it I was at the cheatue packing a bag of clothes for John b.

"What is the line for necessities?" JJ asks.

"If you can live without it, it's not a necessity" I say.

"So I do need to pack him a few joints" he says under his breath.

I scoff and zip up the bag.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yeah let's go"

We get onto his bike and make our way to his house.

-
We stood in his living room. This was the first time I've been in his house and I understand why he never wanted to stay home. There were pill bottles everywhere, along with beer cans.

"Dad I need the keys to the phantom" JJ says.

No answer.

"Dad I need the keys to the phantom" he repeats, more stern.

He gives up and begins trying to take the chain of his dad's neck. Suddenly his father grabs the collar of his shirt.

"You playing hookie boy?" His dad asks.

JJ stays silent.

"It's fine, I don't blame ya"

I hear JJ chuckle lightly.

"Y'know I love ya kid, I just see your mother in ya"

He pulls JJ into a hug.

"I love you too,dad" JJs voice breaks

I watch as his dad's body goes lax and he falls back into the couch.

JJ grabs the chain and tears it off. He turns back to me, teary eyed.

I quickly pull him into a hug and he sniffles into my shoulder.

"It's okay, we got the key. We can go now"

"I know" he whimpers then wipes his eyes.

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