moon song; outer banks
aven torrance has never been one to believe in luck. her entire life had been one misfortune after the other. but her luck, along with her hope for a life better then the one she's living, increase after a group of four delinq...
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tw; child abuse
Despite all things hurricane related, this summer so far had been Aven's favourite.
Sure, she didn't have any friends and now she didn't have any electricity. But being able to sit in her house for majority of the hours of the day before her mother got home from her job, and read or do whatever she found herself doing was better than her other summers.
Said summers being filled with terror and bloodied bruisings.
She didn't leave the house much unless she had a shift at a small movie theatre she found herself working at, the only movie theatre on the island that wasn't outdoors. But Aven was a homebody. She got anxious if she was out of the house for too long, and being spotted and known as a 'Pogue' didn't help said anxiety.
A knock sounded from the front door, Aven snapping her head upwards from her bowl of stale cereal toward the noise. The Torrance family didn't have many visitors, except in her father's prime treasure hunting era, then an older man named Big John would come by. But he would only come by late at night, never during the day and definitely never at 10 in the morning.
Another knock accompanied by hushed arguing indicated that whoever was on the other side wasn't leaving any time soon. So, reluctant as ever, Aven shuffled out of her seat and opened the front door a crack to peep outside.
Now, Aven wasn't expecting much but she definitely wasn't expecting to see the smiling faces of John B Routledge, JJ Maybank, Kiara Carrera and Pope Heyward.
She knew them all from school and just information that had spread over the island (apparently the Maybank boy brought a gun to a beach party just a few nights ago), but she didn't know them personally.
She had been in the same class as Pope Heyward for the entirety of her schooling career, but never once had the two even uttered more than three words that weren't school related to each other.
"Aven, right?" John B, who she had concluded to be the leader of the group after years of observing from afar. The uncertainty in his voice, while unintentional, had struck a nerve in Aven's chest. She had gone to school with these four kids since before she could remember, yet they didn't even know her name. Jesus, she knew she was unnecessary in the grand scheme of life but a little acknowledgement wouldn't hurt.
"Hello?" Aven replied, opening the door to reveal her full face to the group of four. Her eyes fleeted to the other members of the group, more specifically the blonde one who was trying to glance around her to see the inside of her house. Out of judgement or genuine curiosity, Aven wasn't quite sure.
Her house wasn't the biggest, and it definitely wasn't the cleanest, but the sight of JJ Maybank trying to peep into her privacy resulted in her lessening the space between the door and the door frame once more.
