JJ's biggest flaw was his recklessness, and his bad ideas. Honestly, that didn't seem that bad to Bexley.
Rafe's biggest flaw? Jealousy. Pure, uncontrolled jealousy.
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tw: violence, abuse, gun usage
The moment Rafe was out of view, JJ jumped down from the tree. John B did the same, cursing and yelling, "Those fucking bastards!"
JJ didn't even pull on his shoes. As soon as he hit the ground, he sprinted towards the direction Rafe and Barry took Bexley.
"John B, the fire!" Sarah screamed. Before he had left, Barry set the stairs on fire. The flames were growing higher and higher every passing second.
John B reacted quickly, grabbing a cooler and filling it with water from the hot tub, drenching the steps. "Grab that bucket!" he told Sarah.
They both worked to put it out.
But JJ didn't even care about the fire. He sprinted as fast as he could. But it was too late. He barely made it past John B's property before he saw the kook's truck pulling away.
"Bex!" he yelled, not even caring that he was supposed to stay hidden. "Bex!"
He kept running, slamming his heels into the ground even though it was already hopeless, he wasn't going to catch them.
The truck moved too fast. It disappeared down the road.
"Fuck!" he yelled, tripping over a snake hole in the ground and falling hard onto the dirt. He hit the ground, screaming in anger. He wanted to keep after the truck. He wanted to keep after her.
But he heard his friends yelling for help.
"JJ!" John B shouted. The flames reached the porch. "We need you!"
JJ winced as he lost sight of the truck. He felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
He cursed louder, and ran back to John B's to help put out the fire.
*****
"Get off me!"
Rafe held her elbow with an ironclad grip. It stung, and she was sure if she moved the wrong way her arm would break. Bexley hit his wrist over and over, trying to get him to release her. It wasn't until they started driving that he finally did.
But he only let go so he could shove her with both hands towards the door. She hit the wall of the truck and hissed from the ache. "Shut the fuck up!" he screamed at her, making it obvious he had no patience whatsoever.
Bexley had to steady herself. He shoved her so hard she almost fell off the back bench seat.
Barry took off fast, trees whizzed by the window as they soared down the road.
Rafe brought a hand to his face, furiously wiping his eyes. He was sweating. He was shaking. His eyes were red, not from emotion, from drug usage.
Bexley realized, which she should have seen earlier, that Rafe was high out of his fucking mind.
