Chapter 6

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Olivia Ruby

I blink my eyes open as I hear voices coming from somewhere in the house. It sounds like John B and someone else, a woman. I sit up in the bed and rub my eyes, hissing in pain when hand throbs painfully. I examine it and sigh as I see how bruised my knuckles are.

I probably shouldn't have punched Topper... I was pretty drunk though and to me it looked like he was gonna drown John B. Maybe he was, he does give off psychopath vibes.

"One of the things I heard was that your Uncle Teddy, your guardian, hasn't been in the state for three months," the woman's voice says and I realise they're getting closer.

The next second they walk into the room. It's John B and Sheriff Peterkin... at least I think that's her name.

"What's going on?" I climb out of bed and go to stand next to John B.

"Ah I see you have company, Olivia, is it?" Sheriff Peterkin raises her eyebrow at me.

I nod, "Yes,"

"I've heard about you, always hanging around that Maybank boy," she looks me up and down and then seems to notice something, "that's a nasty bruise on your cheek, anything to report to me?"

I falter for second before replying, "No Sheriff, this is purely my own fault,"

I could tell her about who actually did it. But you see, then Uncle C would probably be removed as my legal guardian and I'd have to go into foster care. I like living in the Outer Banks with my friends, even if I have to put up with my shitty uncle.

"Hm," Sheriff Peterkin nods, "There was a fight in the beach yesterday, and a gun was involved,"

Shit.

"Okay. Gun?" John B laughs, "No. did I get in a dust up? Yes, but was there a gun? No. No way,"

I see he's using JJ's tactic, deny, deny, deny.

"That's okay, I know who it was. I'll get to him," The Sheriff locks eyes with me and I roll my eyes.

"I don't know who you think it was, but there was no gun. Just a little fight, no firearms involved at alllll," I drag out my sentence and shake my head.

"I'm gonna go find an aspirin and hopefully something that isn't moldy," I pat John B on the shoulder and turn to walk into the kitchen.

I mouth 'good luck' with a smile as I walk off. He doesn't look very pleased that I'm leaving him all alone with Peterkin but that's not exactly my problem.

She obviously wants to talk to him. I make my way into the kitchen and search around for anything edible or something to help my headache.

In the end I grab an apple because it's probably the only thing in the house that isn't out of date or already moldy.

I can't find any aspirins though. I check around the house and see that everyone else has gone home.

I call the group chat. JJ picks up a second later with a tired sounding "what?"

"Good morning to you too sweetheart. Where are you?" I ask.

"At home, my dad needed help with mowing the lawn," JJ sighs.

I immediately groan. JJ's dad sucks, he's a major dick. He just doesn't care for his son at all and always takes digs at him.

"Your dad sucks major balls, are you almost finished?" I ask.

JJ chuckles, "Yeah I'm just about done, I'll shower then come to John B's,"

"Forget the shower, I'm going swimming soon. Just come join me," I bite my lip, without even realising that I am.

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