Poguelandia (Kiara x JJ) ~ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 16

HAPPY OBX4 PART 1 RELEASE DAY!!!! I've already finished watching it. I deadass woke up at 3am and I have no regrets. Unless anything happens in part 2 that pisses me off, this is my favorite season.

Chapter 16

JJ

I watch from the side of her house as Kie sees her parents for the first time in over a month.

I wanted to make sure she got in okay, so I went around the stairs to see into the glass doors.

Seeing her parents run to hug her makes my chest ache.

I walk back over to my dirt bike and hop on, quickly riding away from Kiara's house.

It's not jealousy that I'm feeling, no. It's just a huge slap in the face knowing I'm taking her away from that. I know her parents don't approve of me, and they don't even know we're dating.

I don't even know if we're dating.

Since Kie became friends with me and the boys, her parents have hated us. They think we're a bad influence on her, and they aren't totally wrong, but they don't know the whole story. They don't understand what we've all been through together.

But knowing she has that waiting for her for when she gets home, and I can't give that to her, kills me.

She's too good for me. Maybe getting involved with her was a mistake. I'll ruin her, just like her parents believe.

We grew up too differently.

I speed up, letting the wind blow harshly against my face. I take deep breaths as I ride, trying to tame the pain in my chest. I soon leave Figure Eight, enter the Cut, and then I'm home.

With no one to greet me.

I'm not mad that there's no one here. No one is better than my dad, trust me. But it's just another realization of what Kie has and I don't, and what she won't have if we continue going down this road together.

I park my bike and walk up the porch to the front door. There's caution tape across the door and an 'EVICTION NOTICE' sign plastered up on the door. There's also a lock, barring me and anyone else from entry.

I let out a sigh, walking around the house to the window in the kitchen.

It's unlocked.

I shove it open and climb inside, clearing off the empty beer cans on the counter as I enter.

I take one, pick it up, and shake it, but it's empty, so I roughly throw it across the room. Once I'm fully inside, I place my hands on my hips and get a nice look around.

Jesus. This place is a pigstye.

There's trash and broken furniture everywhere. It looks to me like the cops definitely went digging around here at some point, but it's not like they'd find anything.

It's an absolutely disgusting piece-of-shit house, and I can't fucking wait to pack a bag and never come back here again. I run into my room and pick up the first backpack I can find, and then I start throwing whatever clean clothes I see into it.

I leave my room and go back into the kitchen. I take one last look around, and I hold up my middle finger as I leave through the window.

So many bad memories at that place. It got to a point where I was staying with John B so much, I considered the Chateau my home, not this fucking disaster.

I smile as I hop on my dirt bike and ride back to the Chateau.

I park my bike and head inside.

"Hello?" I call out.