(BOOK ONE)
"...𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.."
"𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."
willow bradshaw was a pogue, born and raised. she was the type of girl to either be high, drunk off her ass, or simply both. she hung around t...
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warning: beginning of the chapter is sad, so grab some tissues 🤧🤧
Willow sat on the beach, staring at the waves as she went through the six-pack of beer. Her mind was elsewhere, especially as people walked past her as they gave her looks. She didn't care. Getting drunk to ease the pain was a coping mechanism she picked up the more she dealt with her mother. Once she drank the fifth beer, she was done with the taste. She was never big on the beer JJ would drink, but she was always a bootlegger fan.
She put the last bottle of beer into the bag with her clothes, going to stand up the best she could. She let out a sigh, picking up both the bag and the cardboard box that the beer had come in. She walked over to the trashcan they had on the sand, throwing it away before walking off of the shore. She wiped her nose gently, since it was still sore from being punched. As she walked past a couple of kooks on the way out, she heard them talking about her. She rolled her eyes, flipping them off. "What? Never seen a girl almost beat to death? Keep walking, assholes!"
She left them there, not caring to hear anything they'd have to say. She decided she was going to head to John B's. Hopefully, he'd be there so that she'd have someone to talk to since JJ didn't want to be near anyone. Before she even made it halfway, she heard a truck pull up beside her. She heard them speak, "Willow?"
She stopped, which made the truck stop. Her eyes snapped over to her left to see Kiara sticking her head out of the window. Willow smiled brightly, "Kie! What's up, girl!"
"Are you drunk... jesus!", Kiara opened the passenger side door, getting out of the truck to walk over to her. "Lo, what the fuck happened?"
"What?", She asked, taking a second to process what she was talking about. "Oh! Uh, yeah... mom wasn't happy with me, so she gave me a nasty right hook to the face. Head kind of hurts and uh... funny thing... I hit her with a fucking lamp! The bitch... wait, wait. Do you know if John B is home?"
"Willow...", Kiara stared at her, looking behind her to see Pope getting out of his truck.
"Your mom did that?", He asked in a shocked tone.
"Dude, yeah.", Willow nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I told you she's a bitch. Fucking Barry was at my house, and she was still mad about the felony thing."
"Jesus, Lo.", Pope sighed.
"It's okay, dude. Don't get sappy.", Willow giggled.
"Get in the truck. We'll take you to John B's.", Kiara frowned, leading the blonde girl to the truck. She let Willow sit in the passenger seat and she ended up hopping in the truck bed. The rest of the way there was quiet, not even Willow made a sound. That was until they drove up to John B's and they saw lights.
"What the hell?", Pope asked.
"Since when did John B get all festive?", Willow joked, feeling the alcohol slowly lose its control over her.
