▌𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 John B's Kook half-sister realizes that her lifelong best friend is all she's ever wanted, and everything she can never have.
"Don't you like it when we're like this?" JJ's thumb tugs on my lower lip, my delicate skin burning hot un...
TAMPONS AND TARGET RUNS ❝ i thought you were supposed to be the bonnie to my clyde. ❞
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Sometimes I wish I could shut my brain off – just press a button and power the whole thing down. I'm notorious amongst my friends for overthinking, so much so that I often send myself into a spiral, and they have to remind me to take a breather. I currently need that very reminder, but there's no one here to give it to me as I lay alone in my bedroom at the Chateau, staring through the darkness at the ceiling.
I toy with my mother's necklace that lays against my collarbone, delicately rolling the pearls between my fingers – an uncontrollable habit I often do when I'm anxious, when my mind is roaming wild.
I've been thinking for hours. I'm just trying to piece it all together, to make sense of it all.
There's always been this underlying feeling that I've had, that my dad's disappearance has something to do with his Royal Merchant escapades. It's a well thought-out theory – a theory I've been building on for months now.
Although my dad always insisted that his treasure hunting adventures weren't dangerous, I never quite believed him. He would let John B and I help all we wanted with research, but whenever he set out for something more hands on, we were never allowed to tag along. If it wasn't dangerous, then why couldn't we be more involved?
So when he took off without a word and never returned, I was left with an inkling that his curiosity had gotten the best of him and resulted in his demise. You know what they say about curiosity and the cat. But that's all it is – just an inkling, a hunch. I have nothing to back up my theory. At least not until last night.
Finding my father's compass that's been in our family for generations in Scooter's sunken boat changes things. It complicates things.
John B believes that finding the compass is a sign, that our dad is trying to send us a message of some sort. He thinks it's hinting at him still being alive. I, on the other hand, believe that our discovery of the compass – paired with the plot twist of those big, scary dudes coming after us – is proof of my theory. Proof that our father bit off more than he could chew. But I still have so many questions.
