If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too.
JJ MAYBANK / FEM!OC
OBX SEASON 1
FIRST DRAFT ⸻ 05/08/20 → 07/17/20
EDITED ⸻ 02/09/23 → 04/19/23
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The fire is still in Kathryn's bones. She can't shrug it out. Not when she revealed this monster inside herself. She has to keep everyone away, she has to. Leaving with John B is the only option if she wants the Pogues to stay happy, and away from her and the blaze that reduces everything she loves to ash.
She doesn't get out of the car, not technically speaking. The door is open and her legs are dangling outside, but she only pivoted on her seat. She doesn't move much either, just observing her bloody hands on her lap, the cracked skin like something in her broke itself to let it happen.
This wasn't her, she decides. This was not her, just like the person who left to kill her mother wasn't her, they were only ghosts of herself, pieces she let have too much power on her.
Her hands turn into fists. They deserved it. To an extent, they deserved it and more. But the others don't deserve to have a psycho killer as a friend. Hence why leaving the Outer Banks doesn't feel like as bad an idea as it did before.
"Hey."
She doesn't need to raise her head to see that JJ is walking towards her. He has a wet towel in his hand. Leaning against the car next to her, he tries to take her hands to scrub them and make the blood disappear.
She yanks her hand away, and takes the towel to do it herself. She doesn't want him to do this, she doesn't want him anywhere even near her. She's a ticking bomb, they've just proven that. She has literal blood on her hands.
"Are you okay?" he asks, frowning.
As if she could be okay. She sighs through her nose, looking everywhere but him. Like the clock, which indicates past three. "You hear from John B?"
"Are you okay?"
Kathryn looks at him, unimpressed, raising an eyebrow. "Did you hear from John B?"
He frowns, it's almost a scowl. He's getting irritated. That works for her; it'll be easier to let her go.
That is, if he could just back down, for once. "Why are you pushing me away?"
She scoffs, standing up. "We really don't have time to talk about this."
"Yeah right, just leave the conversation every time it gets hard."
