winded ☞︎ jj maybank

spy games ; (1/1)

"IT'S not there. Look just— just pull the drone up," John B sighed. Disappointed was shown clearly throughout our faces, as the monitor showed the Royal Merchant shipwreck, old and empty.

"Shit," John B muttered. "Look, we can do another pass. Recharge the battery. We can— we can go back down," Pope tried to convince us.

"Guys, we've been through it three times. There's nothing there," JJ scoffed. "Shut up!" Kie yelled at JJ. "What? It's true!" He yelled back.

"The gold could be buried. We don't know," Kie groaned. "If it was there, it would've been found on the metal detector, okay?" JJ sighed.

"Somebody beat us to it," John B said, furrowing his brows. "Or it was never there," JJ muttered. I glared at his back, rolling my eyes,"I'm sure it was there. We just.. we're too late."

WE all parted ways, as I sat in my room, looking up at the ceiling. My uncle was out, God knows where. My step father and my mother were downstairs, talking to some people about clients or whatever.

I got up, looking at myself in the mirror. I took off my shirt and shorts, examining my body in my bikini. My eyes fell to the bruises aligned over my waist. I untied the bandana, the bruises faint across my neck. The bruises on my face were barely visible, and JJ and Pope now thought it was Topper and Rafe, so I didn't worry about that.

I choked out a sob, as I looked at the rest of my body, remembering where and exactly how he touched me, yelling at me to shush. I won't let that define me. But that doesn't mean I'm going to go tell someone— no one will believe me. It'll only make things worse for me. But I know he isn't going to touch me again, that's for sure. I am stronger than that. And I will not let him make me think different any longer.

I shook my head, turning away from the mirror as I slid jean shorts and a yellow tee- shirt over my bikini. I slid on my sandals, pulling my hair up into a messy bun as I headed downstairs.

"Callum," I acknowledged my step father. "Ana," He smiled back. My mother eyed me, before plastering a fake smile for my step father,"Hi, sweetie." I nodded, biting my lip,"Hey.." I muttered.

"SO glad that they're still doing this," Kiara smiled, as she, Pope, JJ and I walked across the recently cut grass. "Keep calm. Carry on. Back to OBX life. You know? Aren't you guys glad that I made you come?" She asked.

"Ecstatic," Pope muttered. "Honestly, I needed to get away from my house, so, yeah," I grinned. JJ rolled his eyes,"My couch was pretty comfy, if we're being honest."

"We're out of the green zone, man," Pope whispered to JJ. "Dude, tranquilo, okay?" JJ said, patting his back. "We're in the middle of Kooklandia. This is the last place I wanted to be," Pope shook his head. "You're fine, Pope," I assured him. "Shut up, Pope," JJ muttered.

"Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote,'Tell your boy that we know what he did.' What is that?" Kiara asked, as she walked back over, handing us Pepsi's.

"Um.. where is he?" JJ asked. "Right there," Kiara answered. All three of us whipped our heads around. "Great, the whole death squad," Pope muttered, as JJ turned around, slapping the back of his head. "Ah!" Pope whispered, rubbing his head. "Don't stare, guys," JJ whispered to Pope and I.

"Just warning you, bro. If they corner me, I'm coming out swinging, okay? Slice and dicin'. I'm on edge right now, all right?" JJ informed Pope. "Yeah, yeah," Pope muttered. I stared at him,"No, you're not getting in a fight," I objected. "Look, Tia. You're not in this, okay? They hit you and Pope, you can't really.. defend yourself that well. You're a small, short girl versus.. three, rich, angry guys," JJ scoffed, as he turned to me, speaking in a low voice so Kie wouldn't hear him.