The Good War-JJ fanfic

Chapter 3

After 15 painfully long minutes of running I finally mad it back to the château. It had started to rain and i knew that soon the winds would pick up. I burst through the front door and dropped all my bags.

breath

Breath

Stay alive!

I make my way over the the pull out couch. I decided to clean and take care of my cut in the mourning considering how exhausted I was. As i flopping down on the couch I hear a loud and raspy groan coming from beneath me.

"OMG, What the hell!" I scream instantly jumping up.

My screaming seemed to have woken up the person below the covers because he start screaming as well. I walked over to him and pulled the planned of revealing the one and only JJ Maybank.

"Hey princess, what are you doing here I tho- wait what happened!" he screamed and I winced at the sound of his loud voice.

"Don't even worry about it." I said Bluntly.

I get like this most times after I see my dad. I block off any emotion or feeling other than panic. I get distant and cold towards others. afterwards I hate myself for being so wrapped up in my own mind that I didn't realize people were trying to help me.

"What do you mean don't worry about it! you have blood dripping down you face and a black eye." he said with concern written all over his face.

None of the pouges know about my dad and I's relationship, and I plan to keep it that way. while they know we don't always see eye to eye, the still don't understand the full extent to my home and living situation.

"I got into a fight with this annoying little bitch on the beach today." I lie effortlessly.

"Cal, your can't keep doing that. sooner or later they are going to press charges." he signed before continuing, "Did you at least win?"

"Are u serious, Of course i won, you should have seen her running away it was so funny!" I state while cackling. instantly feeling more relaxed as i hear him laughing with me.

as the laughter slows can feel his eyes burning into the side of my head. "would you stop looking at me like that, It's just a little scratch."

"Please just let me clean it. Please."

After hearing his soft pleas I finally give in. the thing about me is I don't like when people take care of me. It feels unnatural. My whole life I have had to fend for myself.

My Mother left when I was 12, and my father doesn't give a fuck about me. often times i find myself working in order to help pay bills.

even though we are kooks we still have money issues.  that is because my father thinks buying alcohol and drugs is more important that having a roof over his big ass head.

Don't get me wrong we are still some of the richest kooks on the island but my father just chosen to make my life hard, and by that I mean making me pay for half of the bills in order for me to live there.

When I was 15 I ended up being homeless for half a year because of an argument over money.

My whole life i have had no one else except the pouges. My Family.

"Hello, Cal, Callie."

"Hmm?" I question finally being brought out of my trance.

"You ok?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you just spaced out for like 5 minutes. I'm all done cleaning your cuts."