𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡, obx

𝟎𝟕 ;; 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅.

a/n : this chapter is a little more heavy bc it surrounds luke , oscar and jj. the subject of child abuse will be brought up heavily so beware while reading !!

luke had to pick jj up from the police station after he got taken there. luckily, oscar reached home before luke got back from getting him so he didn't have to see how angry he was. currently, oscar was curled up on the top bunk of him and jj's bed with his headphones on trying to drown out the sound of his house.

jj had his music turned up super loud because he was trying to make luke shut up, but he never would. he just kept biting until he had chewed you all up, and then he'd spit you back out and stomp on you like you were nothing, like a dog.

when jj came home, he had blood all over his face and his eyes were all puffy and red. oscar had seen jj bad but never that bad and it made him sick to his stomach. he tried not to look at him because oscar was sure that if he did, he'd throw up. again.

all he could hear was the loud yells of luke calling jj horrible, mean things. he couldn't bear to listen to it anymore, he just wanted to leave so badly. he wanted to be sat on the beach with nalani and his friends, not giving a fuck about whatever luke was doing.

eventually, the noise quietened and the house fell to silence. sometimes, in the maybank house, the silence was worse the yelling. it was like the aftermath of a storm, it's pretty, but bad stuff needed to happen for it to get there. the silence showed that the family was all cried out and they had all yelled and screamed so hard that there was nothing more they could say.

oscar hadn't noticed that jj had left the room. he climbed down from his bed and slowly approached the bedroom door, trying to avoid the creaky floorboards incase luke woke up. as his hand grabbed the big brass doorknob, he slowly took a deep breath in. he pulled the door open, staring at what he saw in his living room.

jj was stood over their dad with his gun pointed directly at luke's forehead. his hands were shaking and oscar could hear that he was crying. a deep feeling in his gut wondered if maybe it was the right thing for jj to do. oscar hated luke with all his bones that sometimes he would wish he would go away.

then, he pulled the gun away and quickly turned around, spotting his brother stood in the hallway of their house. he looked small and vulnerable standing there with his hands down by his side and his eyes puffed and red and it was in that moment that jj realised the magnitude of his actions.

"thought you were asleep." jj grumbled, picking up a half empty beer can off the table and downing it in one. "i'm goin' out."

"can i come?" oscar looked up at his brother, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.

"no." he shook his head, going around the room and shaking all of the cans and shoving the full ones into his bag. "me and john b are gonna meet kiara and pope at the midsummers thing, probably."

oscar sighed, knowing that meant he had to stay home on his own with luke. he didn't have many friends and the four he did have would also be going to the midsummers. unfortunately, the event was strictly kooks and you could only get in if you lived on figure eight.

jj zipped up his bag and opened the door, slamming it loudly behind him on the way out. oscar decided since the house was quiet he was going to take a nap but first, he took the blanket off of his father's bed and placed it neatly over him. after, he made luke a glass of water and put it on the coffee table in the middle of the room in case he woke up.

"good night, dad." he whispered.

he retreated back to his bedroom, climbing up onto his bed and going to sleep. he was so tired.