𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 ¹ ✓

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𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞

While JJ and John B went over to Mrs. Lanas house to talk with her, Pope, Kie, and I stayed back at John B's house.

I was just chilling out on the front porch when Kie walked over to me with Pope following closely behind and they sat on either side of me, leaving me to sit in between them.

"So, you and JJ?" Kiara curiously asked me. "Oh, no it was just for show and tell for the officer. We're not a thing." I denied, referring to the situation with the officers.

"Well, even besides that. The way you guys both act around one another says something different." She knowingly says with, a smirk.

"Yeah, right. It's how best friends act." I simply replied with, a snicker. "No, no, no that's where you're wrong. JJ doesn't act that way with me. Any chance he gets, he'll stand right next to you, touch you, or even stare at you when you're not looking." Kie explained.

"And don't think I didn't see that whole make out sesh you two had at the bone yard." Pope adds.

"It was just a challenge, Pope. Nothing more." I dishonestly dismissed him. "If you say so." Kie sarcastically states, sighing.

After a few moments of silence, Kie looked over at Pope then, at me and carefully asked me "So, the other day when we were on the boat, the day after finding the wreck, I didn't wanna say anything in front of the boys, but Y/N...what's up with the bruises ?"

"Like I told, JJ and I'll tell you guys, it's nothing I got it from surfing." I dishonestly stated. "Look, Y/N we're not JJ so, we won't be easily fooled. So, don't lie to us. Pope and I are your best friends." Kie stated, taking my hand in hers.

'Was I really about to open up to Kie and Pope about my home life? Did I trust them enough? Did I trust them enough to let my guard down and show my vulnerability?'

"Kie, Pope." I said in a soft tone. "It's okay, Y/N. You can tell us anything, we're here for you okay?" Pope reassured me as, he placed his arm around me. Kie rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb, offering me comfort.

I looked over at them and sighed before saying, "When I was twelve, my mother left home. She just got up one night and left out of the blue. She abandoned me, she left me when I needed her the most and I still can't help but think that it was my fault. Was I not enough? Was the love I offered her not enough? As the years went by, my father lost his job, we lost our money, and our house which, was on the kook side. My dad became an abusive alcoholic. The first time he hit me was when I came home late from school past curfew and he got the sudden urge to slap me across the face as a punishment and ever since, he's been abusive towards me. The other day when I had those bruises all over my body was, because I came home a few minutes past curfew and he pushed me against the wall and began to repeatedly punch me."