𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 ¹- jj maybank

𝟎𝟏𝟎; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵

SEASON 1
EPISODE 2

"I don't know if I can just... let it go, you know?"

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AS THEY CREPT UP to the window, the tension felt almost unbearable, thickening the air around them. The faint glow of headlights from the driveway cast eerie shadows against the walls, their flickering reflections seeming to crawl along the floor, amplifying the fear pulsing through each of them.

"Guys, guys, is that them?" Kiara's voice was trembling, barely audible. She gripped the edge of the window frame tightly, her knuckles white. Her wide eyes scanned the shadowed figures in the car, looking for any sign that would confirm her fear.

JJ's shoulders slumped, a bitter defeat edging into his voice. "No," he muttered, though the resignation in his tone made it clear he already knew it was exactly who they feared it would be.

"Is that them?" Kiara's voice broke, her fingers trembling as they loosened from the windowsill. Her mind raced, heart pounding as panic started to set in.

JJ turned sharply, his expression a mix of frustration and dread as he started pacing. "John B, I told you—" he muttered, shaking his head, his voice laced with anxiety. "Why does it always—" He couldn't finish. It was as if every time they found a sliver of hope, it was crushed just as quickly.

Without hesitation, John B lunged toward JJ, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders, his eyes intense with urgency. "Shh, look at me." His voice was sharp, commanding, a hard edge to it that cut through JJ's panic. "Where's the gun?"

JJ's eyes widened, his thoughts suddenly racing, trying to grasp hold of his memories. "Gun? I— Uh—" he stammered, searching his mind with growing frustration.

"Now you don't have the gun? The one time we actually need it?" Victoria's voice cracked, her hands moving up to clutch at her hair in exasperation, pulling tight as she struggled to keep her own panic from overwhelming her.

JJ, feeling the weight of everyone's fear pressing down on him, let out a shaky breath as he struggled to remember. "It was in my backpack, and then I—" he muttered, massaging his forehead as if trying to force the memory into clarity. "It's on the porch."

"Shit." John B's voice was tense, his frustration barely contained as he tried to keep his own panic in check. Each second felt like an eternity, every noise from outside amplifying the urgency of their situation. He gave JJ one last hard look. "Go. Get it."

JJ turned and sprinted out of the office, his footsteps thudding heavily against the floor as he made his way to the porch door. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, his mind racing as he reached for the door handle. But before he could step outside, a voice shattered the silence.

"John Routledge!" The call was loud and menacing, sending a chill through JJ's entire body. "Get out now!"

He froze, gripping the door handle tightly, feeling his courage waver as fear sank its claws deeper. Slowly, he pulled the door shut behind him, careful not to make a sound. He turned back to face John B, his voice barely a whisper. "They're on the porch already."

John B's face paled, his gaze darting around the room as he processed JJ's words. Just then, the sound of glass breaking echoed through the house, followed by the heavy footsteps of the men trashing their way inside. Each shattering sound sent a jolt of fear through the group, the realization settling in: they were trapped.

"We need to leave." Kiara's voice was hushed but urgent, her wide eyes darting between her friends. She was already scanning the room, frantically searching for an escape.