BOOK 1 [with seasons 1 & 2]
Aurora "Rory" Routledge is not just your average Outer Banks teen-she's John B's twin sister and the perfect partner-in-crime for summer adventures. Alongside their tight-knit group of best friends-JJ, Pope, and Kie-the R...
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What's the point of living this life? 'Cause you're sheltered and the walls are caving in. What's the point of breathing on chains? 'Cause it feels good as you let your body in.
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I just want you to feel sick Cause you're better as you're lying on the bathroom floor.
Whats the point of living this lie? 'Cause your faceless and the shame is the guilt of it. Whats the point of leaving this truce? Cause you're better as you're lying on the bathroom floor.
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Third Person Perspective~
POPE barely registered the rush of movement until a figure tripped over his legs and tumbled forward, nearly falling on her face. As John B jerked back with a startled yelp, JJ was already at Rory's side, his blue eyes wide with alarm.
"Jayje," Rory choked, sounding so raw, so utterly relieved, and without thinking, she threw herself at him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, clutching him as if he were her last tether to reality. JJ nearly lost his balance under her weight, but he held fast, a hand finding her back, fingers rubbing small, calming circles.
"Hey, hey, I got you," JJ murmured, voice tender and smooth, as if his very words could soothe away the terror clinging to her like a shadow. "You're okay, princess. You're safe."
John B knelt beside them, one hand lightly stroking Rory's head. "Coco, hey. Look at me, you're okay. We're right here."
Slowly, Rory pulled back, sniffling and gasping, her face streaked with tear tracks, eyes hazy with shock. Her vision swam and black spots dotted the edges, as if her adrenaline-fueled brain were finally starting to accept the trauma of the last few minutes.
"H-he killed him... Rafe... k-killed him," she stammered, every word broken up by shivering breaths as she struggled to steady herself.
JJ and John B exchanged a look, each reflecting the other's mix of confusion and concern. "Killed who?" John B asked gently.
"R-Renfield." Rory's voice was no more than a whimper, her whole frame trembling. "H-his body... in the b-back of the t-tru-ck..."
Pope's jaw dropped as he tried to piece this together, but JJ's focus was on Rory, his hand still rubbing her back, his face set in a hardened gaze as he took her in. The Rory he held in his arms was a ghost of her usual self; she looked shattered, brutalized, as if a mere breeze might break her.
"And... the cross?" Pope ventured softly, trying not to spook her further.
"T-the cross is there, too," Rory managed, nodding frantically, as if clinging to some piece of reality that didn't make her whole body quake with fear. "Rafe... he must have st-stolen it."
