Saylor Maybank was a vicious girl, always snapping at the people that cared about her, always using foul language, and just being her father's daughter. With her mean manner, it was hard to remember that she was just seven years old, living with an...
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saylor woke up to the sound of muffled voices, making her peel her eyes open, her small hand coming up to rub them. once her vision cleared, she looked around the room. she was still laid in john b's bed, and jj was still sleeping at the side of her. that meant that it was kiara and pope that were up and talking, since john b was fishing with ward cameron, for whatever reason.
she was still confused about the whole sarah and john b situation, and how it came around. how was somebody like john b suddenly dating somebody like sarah cameron? a pogue, with a kook? it was none of her business, though, so she tried not to think too bad on the situation. maybe sarah was more like a pogue or something.
whatever the situation was, she couldn't really think about it. all that was going through her head at that moment was the sound of jj's cries from the night before. his sobs, and the way the bruises scattered his body, marks of frustration from their father. she just wanted to grab his hand and run away, run to a deserted island where nothing and nobody could hurt them.
she slowly got up from the bed, trying to be quiet. she didn't want to wake jj up. one thing she had learned, was that when people drank a whole lot of beer, the last thing they wanted was to get woken up early in the morning. so, she walked as quietly as she possibly could to the window, seeing what pope and kiara were doing. they were doing something weird with buckets and rope, probably something to do with the gold.
"what are you doing?" saylor turned around at the sound of jj's hungover, grumbly voice, his eyes barely open as he peeked.
"seeing what kie and pope are doing." she said, turning back to look. "they're doing something with a bucket and a rope."
jj shrugged his shoulders, sitting up. "best go help them. plus, i wanna get in my new hot tub."
saylor wanted to ask him where he got the money from, but she didn't want to upset him, so she bit her tongue and kept her questions to herself. if his hot tub made him happier, then that was okay with her. besides, it was nothing to do with her.
when she stepped outside, the weather was warm. the jets on the hot tub were turned off, but it didn't stop jj from getting in the water the second he got outside. pope and kie didn't say anything except 'good morning' to him when he got out. saylor thought that maybe they felt bad for him, too, and that's why they didn't say a lot, like lecture him now he was sober.
"is john b not back from fishing yet?" saylor asked, standing next to the hot tub, but not getting in it as she didn't have a change of clothes, and she didn't want to go back home yet. "also, did you guys do the gold thing? can i have a puppy yet?"
