Oh Honey,
I'd walk through fire for you,
Just let me adore you
Shaye Bennett.
That name brings up a lot of controversy in Outer Banks.
To the Pogues, she's family.
To the Kooks, she's a traitor.
To JJ, she's everything.
*I do not own Outer Banks...
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~Skeeter~
Shaye woke with a start, sitting up and looking around wildly. The pain in her abdomen suddenly intensified as she let out a groan and laid back down on John B's couch. It looked like the sun was just rising which meant it was about 6 in the morning.
JJ suddenly walked in the room with an exhausted expression. When he saw her awake, he immediately lost his train of thought. "Oh my, Shaye" He whispered before running over to her side.
JJ looked her over, worried. "I didn't know what to do when you came in. Like you just passed out in my arms and I started freaking out so I kinda left you on the couch before going to Kie's and telling her it was an emergency. But she just left not that long ago to work a shift at the wreck, and we're all supposed to meet there later. She's the one who dressed you and everything don't worry." He rambled blushing slightly motioning to the sweatpants and shirt she was wearing that both belonged to him.
She'd be lying if she said she didn't smile lightly when she realized.
"Thank you J" Shaye smiled at him.
JJ didn't smile back. "What the hell happened?"
Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair. "You wanna know why I never drink?" She asked him as he nodded hesitantly in return.
"Let's start from the beginning then. I'm pretty sure it's obvious to you and the group that my family isn't particularly fond of the way I live my life. It was like that even before I became friends with you guys, just because I didn't enjoy doing all the stuck up things rich people do. I've honestly hated alcohol since I was little because every time I smelt whiskey, it meant that my dad was home and was wasted. The thought of it after that just made me sick to my stomach. " Shaye started
"And you know how much of a wreck I was nine months ago when Big John died. My dad came home the day after Big John was announced to be lost at sea and I, of course, was not in the mood for our usual fights we had. So when he came upstairs to yell at me, not even close to being sober, things got bad" The girl took a shaky sigh before continuing again.
"Before this particular fight I hadn't ever fought back when my dad yelled at me but I was too emotional to take it silently. The fight soon turned physical and it only ended when he threw his bottle of whiskey at the back of my head, knocking me unconscious." Shaye lifted her hair and turned around to show JJ the long scar down her neck.
Saying that JJ looked mad would be an understatement. His jaw was clenched and he was squeezing his fists so tight, they were turning white. But she still continued. "My mom sort of helped the cut from infecting, but also made me tell no one because she didn't want our family's reputation to be ruined. So I didn't tell anyone. And since then my fear of him has been so bad I can't sleep or leave my room when he's home."
"...and last night." Her voice cracked lightly. "Was my nightmare. It would've been so much worse if my mom hadn't gotten me out. She told me not to come home until she called, and to be honest, we fight all the time but I'd feel terrible if she took the punches that were meant for me. " She finished as a few tears rolled down her face.
