𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺 /𝑗𝑗 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘

𝟎𝟑𝟎.

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𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑨
𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒，𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛．
𝟑𝟗:𝟑𝟗 — 𝟒𝟗:𝟐𝟕
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AS THE COP car pulled up to the tent area, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. The crowd of SBI officers and other law enforcement swirled around us, their faces grave with urgency.

My mind was consumed by thoughts of John B's safety and the whereabouts of Sarah, but my racing thoughts were interrupted by the familiar hum of my addiction. I shut my eyes for a fleeting moment, trying to push away the darkness that threatened to consume me, but it was no use. My mind was a jumble of cravings and anxieties.

As the cop car door slammed shut behind me, I was jolted back to reality. Plumb emerged from the driver's side and opened my door, pulling me out into the midst of the chaos. I swallowed back a bitter remark at the rough handling by the officer, trying not to let my anger simmer over. As I was led through the throng of people, the bright red and blue lights of the emergency vehicles blinding me, I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare from which I couldn't awaken.

"Inside." Plumb directed curtly, his voice commanding as he pulled me towards some destination. I stumbled after her, my eyes adjusting slowly to the cacophony of sounds and lights that surrounded me.

As I shrug her hands off mine, I feel a sense of liberation wash over me. "Alright. Stop fucking touching me. I can walk by myself." I snap, my voice low and husky with annoyance.

I step into the tent, and my eyes scan the room, searching for a sense of familiarity in this chaotic scene. Relief washes over me as I spot my friends sitting near the entrance, their concerned faces etched with worry. I'm pushed into a seat beside JJ, and I try to adjust my position, still bound by the handcuffs behind my back.

"Can't you take those fucking things off her now?" JJ growls at the officer, his voice laced with indignation as he notices my discomfort. "She didn't do anything wrong." he adds, his eyes flashing with anger.

Plumb's scoff is immediate, and JJ's jaw clenches in response, his hand rising to rest on my bare thigh in a gentle, reassuring gesture. "You okay?" he asks, his voice softening slightly.

I swing my head towards him, a wry smile spreading across my face as I respond, "Absolutely amazing."

The words are a joke, a way to deflect the tension that's building inside me. But JJ's eyes hold mine, searching for answers to questions I don't have.

As I sit in the dimly lit tent, my senses on high alert, a sudden burst of noise shatters the tense atmosphere. "THAT'S THEM! THERE THEY ARE!" a voice thunders from outside, and my entire body tenses in response.

I instinctively shoot up out of my chair, my heart racing with fear as I scan the entrance of the tent, my eyes searching for any sign of John B.

But before I can take a step further, a firm hand clamps down on my shoulder, forcing me back down into my seat beside JJ. I shoot a resentful glance at the guard, my frustration and anxiety boiling over. A small sob escapes my lips as JJ rakes his fingers through my tangled hair, feeling a sense of desperation wash over me.