Lynnianna Keating.
That name to most means royalty. But to her it meant nothing. Lynni hated the way she was. Being a Kook was torture. Fancy parties, big houses. Not her forte. So, how does a Kook change the way her life is? She befriends a pogue...
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EIGHTEEN. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭🔫
【 tw: strong language, blood, mentions of past trauma, weapons, fighting 】
! OUTER BANKS ! (season 1, episode 7) part two
BUT THEN CAME THE SOUND LYNNI WAS BEGINNING TO GET TOO FAMILIAR WITH. A metallic click. A round being chambered.
Lynni sat stiffly in the back of the Twinkie, pressed between the worn cushions of the driver's seat and the side of JJ's seat. The metallic click rang through her ears, drowning out every other sound. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs; each beat sharp and frantic as fear rushed through her veins. She lifted her gaze toward JJ, her vision blurring as tears threatened to spill. His figure—so steady, so unflinching in the face of danger—was the only thing she could focus on, the only anchor she had while the weight of the moment pressed down on her chest.
It wasn't a cop.
A man stepped into view, black greasy hair slicked back into a ponytail, the lower half of his face obscured by a skull mask. His shotgun gleamed in the afternoon sun as he leveled it squarely at John B's chest.
John B's hands were raised in the air. Sarah's breathing hitched. Pope's shoulders locked up. Kiara didn't blink. And Lynni—her eyes widened, chest rising and falling too quickly, breath stuttering on the edge of a full panic attack.
Thoughts raced in Lynni's head. This was how she was going to die, crammed in the back seat of a van, surrounded by people who were beginning to feel more like a family than just friends. No one knew where she was. No one would find her out here. No one would come looking for her.
The biggest thought that pained her chest was that she never got to say goodbye to her little sister. She never got to say goodbye to Paris. Her little sister would have to go on with her life without Lynnianna in it. Her built-in best friend from the age of two, and she would be leaving her behind with no one.
Lynni's hand shook violently on her leg, her coffin manicure digging into the fabric of her skirt. She needed something to ground her. To keep her here.
JJ noticed. He didn't think—just reached down, slipping his hand into hers, squeezing hard. For a split second his eyes flicked to her, soft with worry, before snapping back to the man with the gun.
He sat just as still as before. His chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. Without peeling his eyes away from the masked man, he leaned in again slightly, voice low enough for only Lynni.
"I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."
Lynni only squeezed his hand gently, a gesture for him to know that she agreed.
