𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺 /𝑗𝑗 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘

𝟎𝟎𝟖.

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𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬
𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒，𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜
𝟏𝟗:𝟓𝟗 - 𝟑𝟖:𝟓𝟓
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"I MEAN it's obvious, right?" John b remarks with his signature wit as he takes control of the vehicle, the Twinkie. As usual, I occupy myself by playing with the lighter I was holding, and JJ proceeded to examine the object with his dark blue eyes as I moved around on the seat.

Pope's gaze was still focused intently upon the item that held mystery, the compass.

"A family heirloom. I mean what better place to hide a message? He had to know it was gonna get back to me, right?" John B began to offer his own explanation, his eyes darting around the group as he continued his explanation.

Kie nodded in agreement with his supposition as she continued to observe John B with a hint of kindness, attempting to offer him sympathy despite the apparent delusion. "Yeah, it's possible." She responded softly, as she proceeded to offer confirmation to his statement.

I scoffed in response, my tone conveying my frustration as I attempted to shed some light on the reality behind the situation. "Come on, John b, I love you and Big John but look at the facts." I began, sitting up straight as I gripped his shoulder, trying to be as gentle yet firm as possible.

John B responded with a shrug, his movement indicating a rejection of the objective stance behind the scenario, and thus a further embrace of the delusional idea.

"No, Bree, he is not gone." John b stated firmly, his tone conveying a sense of conviction that could not be shaken. "I thought you would understand out of everyone."

The man turned his eyes towards mine, causing me to freeze in place as he spoke the next words, his implications leaving me without a reply.

"Ever think about where your mom went?" John B inquired calmly, causing my jaw to drop open as I attempted to recall the events surrounding my mother's disappearance. "Do you ever think about why she left you with your father?"

"Nobody but John B and JJ have met your dad, is he that bad?" Kiara inquired softly to me, tilting her head with a hint of curiosity as she spoke.

I gulped, hesiting slightly before answering. "I don't care about my mother. She left. And, my father..he's not important." I shrugged off the sentiment, unwilling to share with my friends the reality surrounding my father's temperament and my thoughts about my mother's disappearance.

Only JJ and John had encountered my father on one occasion, which had occurred when I was younger. They know what everyone knows on this island that he's a drunk druggie who is unemployed. I hid my family from my friends and preferred they stay unaware of that aspect of myself.

Pope cleared his throat, taking command of the conversation with a simple gesture.

"Bree's kinda right, man- it could also be possible that you are concocting wild theories to help-y'know.." Pope continued, but was subsequently interjected by John B as he spoke further.