|| book one of one ||
"i love you and i'm not gonna let him hurt you again!"
brooklynn was a kook who was in a very toxic relationship with none other than rafe cameron. she was completely brainwashed by the boy until a certain pogue came into the p...
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Brooklynn, Pope and JJ were out doing grocery delivery for Heyward. Brooklynn insisted on not being paid considering she had a shit ton of cash at home however Heyward thought differently so Brooklynn just gave JJ all of the money she earned.
"It doesn't even look like the storm hit there!" Pope said as Heyward's boat passed Tannyhill.
"That's because they got generators, dude. Get used to it. Then they say the juice will be out all summer at the Cut," JJ complained.
"Must be nice to be a kook," Pope commented.
"Right, Brook?" JJ sourly asked.
"Hey. Y'all can come over whenever," she said with her hands raised like she was in trouble.
"Gladly," JJ said.
A few minutes later, the boat had stopped and they split ways. JJ went to deliver groceries on the South side of Figure 8 while Pope and Brooklynn went to the West side.
"You know you don't have to do this, right?" Pope said.
"Not a problem. I have nothing better to do anyway. I could be sitting on my ass watching TV or be suffocated by the kooks, this is the better option by far."
Pope laughed and then halted in his steps when he heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, pogue! What the hell are you doing with my girl?" Rafe yelled, swinging a golf club around in his hands.
He was followed by some random tall ginger kook and Topper.
"Wha-"
"He's my friend! Fuck off, Rafe."
"The hell'd you say to me?" Rafe asked, stopping in front of her.
"I said fuck off," Brooklynn said firmly, getting in his face.
Rafe's face grew a scowl as Pope dropped the groceries he had in his hand and walked forward toward the two.
"Leave her alone, man," Pope said.
Rafe pushed Brooklynn to the side and threw Pope to the ground, Pope cutting the side of his head on a rock.
"Hey!" Brooklynn yelled in distress, running towards Pope.
Topper grabbed Brooklynn before she could interfere with Rafe and Pope's fight. He held her back by wrapping one arm around her neck and the other around her waist as Rafe hit Pope repeatedly with the golf club.
"Topper, what the fuck! Get off."
"Sorry, Brooklynn. You should stay out of this. I don't need you getting hurt," Topper said in a sincere tone.
"Stay down, bitch!" Rafe yelled at Pope.
Brooklynn managed to wriggle out of Topper's grip and ran in front of Rafe.
