(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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"Good news for the Outer Banks. Dominion Power says their underwater transmission line, which will restore power to ninety percent of the area should be functional within twenty-four hours.", The radio played as they all sat in Kiara's moms' car. Police sirens could be heard, which brought JJ to sit up from his laying position beside Willow who was lying beside John B with the seats down. She glanced up and watched JJ's eyes follow the police car that passed their hiding spot, reaching out for his arm once he looked relieved that the cops hadn't seen them. He laid back down beside her, feeling her nuzzle closer to him as she laid her head against his shoulder. "And still, no arrest in the shooting death of Sheriff Susan Peterkin. The state police have issued a statement regarding a local person of interest, a juvenile from-"
Kiara was quick to cut the radio off, which only brought silence. JJ took a hit from the blunt that was between his lips, looking straight up at the roof of the car. Willow played with the hem of his shirt, her anxiety sending anxious feelings throughout her body that made her fidget. JJ hadn't minded, though. He took the blunt out from between his lips, handing it off to her to ease her anxiety. She obliged, taking a hit from it as he slowly moved to sit up a little bit. "Let's game this out. Maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all, but... who are the cops going to believe? Ward Cameron or us? So, the accuser is a bigshot developer, kind of lord of the island, got the governor on speed dial kind of person, and the accused... is John B, who is... pretty much a homeless sixteen-year-old boy at the moment."
"Thanks.", John B replied.
"Shit.", Pope sighed.
Willow took another hit, handing it off back to JJ before blowing the smoke out. "Okay, so... it's get fucked central out here."
"More or less.", JJ nodded before glancing at John B. "Yucatan, alright? I'm saying that's the only option. What other option do you have?"
"Enough with the Mexico bullshit.", John B looked back at him. "Sarah's gonna bail me out."
"She did witness the whole thing.", Kiara added.
"Thank you.", John B responded to Kiara.
"And she's gonna snitch on her brother?", Pope asked.
"She hates Rafe.", Willow commented. "It's all she'd talk about when I'd stay at her place. She always said Rafe was egotistical."
"All kooks are.", Pope responded to her.
"Not Sarah.", Willow sighed.
"We gotta get you off the island.", JJ sat up straight, leaning over Willow slightly as he stared down at John B due to the cramped-up space of the car.
"The ferry. It's the only way.", Pope added to what JJ was saying.
"Yeah, guys... and then what?", Willow sat up, turning her body slightly to make sure she saw all of them. "We send him off somewhere with no money? Okay, listen... the media is widespread. This is how homicides work. It starts off in the local media and then gets broadcasted off to the Supreme Court. Once it's there, you're fucked. F. U. C. K. E. D. Fucked."
