savannah bea young wasn't really jj maybank's type, by which, she wasn't some slutty touron. sav was hot, cunning, witty, and probably most notably one of his best friends. they'd been with john b since they were all 8 for crying out loud, seen each...
[mjr trigger warning considering physical and emotional abuse depictions.]
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jj woke up to a knocking at the door. his natural instinct to grab it before his father did kicked it, but quickly calmed down when he noticed the man wasn't home. opening the door, jj was met with the cold expression of sheriff peterkin. "uh, hey?" the boy said, scratching his head in confusion.
"hello, jj," the woman replied, stepping inside. "so, i'm coming from john b's because i heard a few things that worried me about last night."
"hm?" jj feigned indifference, "and what's that?"
peterkin gave him a 'really?' look, before continuing. "i heard that there were a few fights on the beach last night-" jj opened his mouth to deny it, but peterkin cut him off. "don't bother, i already know about it and who was involved. i'm here because i heard their was a gun mentioned in the reports."
"a gun?" jj asked, pretending to be confused. "seriously?"
"jay?" savannah walked in, rubbing her droopy eyelids before noticing that sheriff peterkin was in the room.
"oh, hey peterkin.. wassuppp?"
peterkin looked at the bruised girl, "well, i guess this saves me another drive," she muttered. "the two of you are going to get into some serious trouble one day, and i'm not gonna be around to save your asses."
"i have no clue what you're talking about," savannah lied. jj pointed to her in agreement.
"listen," peterkin stated, "i'm gonna tell y'all the same thing i told john b. you're skimming just above the surface." peterkin gestured with her hands. "now down here? is me getting your fathers involved." savannah froze, prompting jj to thread his fingers through her own and give them a small, comforting squeeze. "now up here?" peterkin raised her hand, "is you and your little friends doing whatever you want. choose wisely." and with that, peterkin walked out the door and drove away.
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