𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 - 𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟 - 𝕠𝕔- 𝕛𝕛 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕜

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That night, we watched as an ambulance came to get John B. Topper was nowhere to be found, Sarah was crying over his body, and the pouges had no idea what to do. I tried to get in the ambulance with him, but Sarah insisted it should be her. She told me that she could help him and that Ward would fix this. 

               The drive back to the Chateau was silent. JJ drove, I sat in the front seat, and Kie and Pope stayed in the back. I stared out the window and looked at the beach. I just threw the past two years of life away. I had no idea how to handle the situation. JJ dropped off the two of them, and the both of us went back to my old house. I had makeup lines down my face, my dress was still on, and my flower crown had broken up into bits on my head. When we pulled up to the house, neither of us said a word. He walked around and opened the door for me. I stepped out shaking. My lip quivered, and my whole body was trembling. When we walked in, I immediately went to my room, or what used to be my room. The floor was covered in beer and a cheap uncomfortable blanket had replaced my floral duvet. If Rafe stepped foot in this room, I think he would have dropped dead from the sight of poverty. Looking around at this room made me realize that I've spoiled myself the past year. I still can't believe I ever put up with living like this. I checked in the drawers, but all of my clothes were gone. The only thing of mine that remained was the framed photograph of Daniel and I on the nightstand. The room where I would spend most of my hours was now colonized by John B and JJ. I went into John B's room and stole a gray "University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill" sweatshirt and some basketball shorts. I looked like Adam Sandler if Adam Sandler just watched his friend push his brother off a 30-foot-high tower. 

                As I walked out, I heard JJ turn on the shower. I entered my room and lay down on the bed. Immediately, the feeling of uncomfortableness draped over me. The sheets were thin and scratchy, the blanket barely covered my body, and the pillows were flimsy. I got up and went to the hallway closet to find something a bit more comfortable. I found an old comforter from middle school that was covered in hearts, and my red jersey sheets. The fitted sheet had a hole towards the bottom, but they were much more comfortable than what was on the bed. I went to the couch and grabbed a couple of throw pillows to add extra support. I went back to my room and started to strip the bed. This made me feel like I had never left. I missed being in the Cameron's house with my nice bedding, but the cut is what I've known for most of my life. Until tonight, I never thought about going back. After placing the top sheet on the bed, I started putting the pillows in their respective pillowcases.

              "What are you doing to my bedding?" JJ stood in the doorway wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. He ruffled his wet hair which was already starting to wave up. He looked a lot better than I did considering the events. I tried not to look at him since clearly, the only reason he walked in shirtless was to get my attention. 

              "You can't call a fitted sheet and a throw blanket bedding." I sniffled my nose and continued stuffing the pillows "Also sleeping without pillowcases or a top sheet is disgusting." I kept my eye contact with him minimal. 

              "Okay, Kook princess. Does your pathetic boyfriend make the bed for you every night?" He laughed and leaned into the door frame.

               "Yes, actually he does," I said with a saddened tone. I thought about Rafe and the things that went down earlier tonight "But, he's not my boyfriend anymore." JJ's eyes widened and he stood straight up.

              "Oh. Um-uh. wh-what happened?" He questioned and licked bit his bottom lip.

             I sighed, "He was at the park. He showed up to distract me while Topper climbed up the tower. He told me he was sorry, and when I told him that sorry wouldn't cut it, he tried to play victim. After he told me he was only there for Topper, I told him it was over." I thought saying all this out loud would make me cry, but I just felt numb about the situation. I had cried out every single tear I had.