JJ Maybanks and Y/n Routledge

Chapter 1

⚠️Abuse mentioned!⚠️

I carefully lift the side of my shirt up revealing a series of black and blue bruises "ouch" I winch, I grab some alcohol from the counter and attempt to clean my cuts "oww" I inhale, thank goodness my dad decided to leave the house to go drinking today. It was good and bad, I would probably be hit a couple times when he returns but he tends to hit me less when he goes day drinking. I hear a phone ring on the counter, Mom's phone, of course my father didn't get rid of it. I flip it over, *hey mom just checking in, I was wondering if you wanted to visit with y/n this summer?* I check the contact name Jb? My mom died last year, did he not know?

I spend the day thinking about the text, Mom? How did he know who I was? I grab the phone and call him impulsivly, It rings once, twice. Just as I reach to hang up he answers "Mom?" I freeze "Hey this is Y/n" I say "Y/n?" he sounds excited "who are you?" I ask "w-what?" he sounds startled "Who are you? why are you texting my mom's phone?" I ask "Mom didn't tell you about me?" he sounds hurt and cunfused at the same time "No. Who are you?" My patience is running out "Jb, Jb Routledge. Your brother"  my blood runs cold "b- brother?" I stutter "I thought my mom told you about me" he says slightly upset. Jb explains "we had the same mother and where twins seprated at birth, parents fought over us and ultmately our father wanted a boy so Mom decided taking you would be best for both of us sooo" he trails off "Jb has no one told you?" I ask "told me what?" he asks "Annabelle Routledge died last year in a car accident" I say quietly, he goes quiet. After a minute I hear quiet sobs on the other end "Jb? are you alright?" I ask, quite knowing the answer. I hear him compse himself "Come to live here" he says "what?" I ask "come live here, for the summer. Stay with me here," he says "I have a house" I stop and think about it, No beatings for a whole summer. That sounds almost to good to be true, "I would love too" I respond "when?" he is still crying a bit but his voice sounds steady "as soon as possible" I say goodbye and hang up as reality hits me. I don't even know this man, he could be a murderer or like a convicted felon. What the actual heck am I doing, I should call him back and say no. But part of me has always wondered who my real father is, if he would be anything diffrent from my stepfather. Or perhaps why he wasn't in my life. Plus I don't know if I could phiscally handle more from my father. I decide against my better judgment, to do the only impulsive thing I can think of. I head upstairs and begin to pack my bags.