𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 , ᵒᵇˣ

iii. chapter four ⭑

𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄
𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 1,2,3,4
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Staying behind at The Wreck for half an hour, the girls decided to go to the grocery store to grab some snacks before they headed home.

Eleanora opened the door and began walking towards the store—Sarah behind her—when they both heard a thud and a loud groan.

Whipping around, Sarah rushed over to the figure. "Dude, did you just throw yourself over that chain?" she gasped, bending over and inspectinf him.

As Eleanora got closer, she noticed it was John B. "Running Pogue errands?" she teased, before seeing the blood on his chest. "Oh, shit. You're bleeding."

Bending down beside Sarah, John B sputtered a few unclear words and stood up—brushing himself off. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" Sarah asked him, her eyes still widened.

"No," John B said briefly, but when he spotted a car pulling in he quickly nodded, motioning for the girls to show him their car. "Wait, yeah, yes, hospital, please."

Rushing him over to the SUV, he jumped into the backseat, stretching across all three seats—hiding from something or someone.

"Do either of you see a car? Like a—like a cop SUV?" Sarah raised her eyebrow, but then she watched the cop car pull into the parking lot.

"Yes, one just pulled in." Eleanora turned to him in the backseat, "John B, are you a fugitive?" her tone was dramatic, almost theatrical as she acted shocked.

He rolled his eyes, "I don't know. More like a refugee? . . Can we just go please? Like, now?" his tone was impatient, the situation was clearly important.

"Yes, okay, yes," Sarah said, turning the car on and pulling away, watching the police-man and another woman in her rearview mirror.

Tapping on her steering wheel absently, Sarah couldn't help but stay curious about the situation. "What'd you do, rob a bank?" Her tone was teasing-like, but she was also serious.

"Hey, look, can we skip the hospital? I gotta make another stop." Eleanora glanced over at Sarah, who returned the glance. Both were confused, but were bored nonetheless. "Sure."

Taking a left on the road, John B made them park in a random spot on the curb. He hopped out of the backseat and ran in front of the car, grabbing something off the ground.

"The hell . . ." Eleanora mumbled, watching John B stumble back into the car and slam the door shut. "Jeez, any harder?" she drawled from the front seat.

"Whew," he softly expressed. "Hit it, Sancho."

Sarah drove off, her curiosity biting but not bothering to ask whatever the hell just happened. Eleanora bit back teasing comments, but she wasn't close enough with the boy, so she just remained silent—eyes focused on the road ahead.

Parking the car infront of the Tannyhill Estate, John B's expression was anything but calm. "No, I—Uh, I can't be here, okay? Maybe we can go to the hospital?"

Rolling her eyes, Eleanora glanced over at Sarah, whose gaze was fixated on John B. Her face scowled for a moment before she gripped onto John B's arm and pulled him out of the car with some momentum.

"We have to clean the wound, that's all. Don't be daft, John B." Her comment made Eleanora chuckle softly, gaining a look from John B.

Sarah and Eleanora both looped their arms with John B's, leading him inside—his face becoming slightly flushed at the form of escorting.