In which five troubled teens embark on a dangerous treasure hunt
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In which two best friends learn the brutal difference between love and friendship and everything in between
JJ x OC
#14 in obx
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Devyn physically recoiled as the name fell from her brother's lips, stumbling backwards in shock. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to form a coherent thought or sentence, only coming up blank as her eyes darted around the room. Alex raised his eyebrows at her weird reaction, rolling his eyes as he stormed past her, knocking her shoulder harshly.
Devyn stumbled to the door and back to John B's, throwing her belongings onto the floor distractedly.
Her mind reeled as memories played before her, almost as if she wasn't in her body.
The bearded man that shot at her and her friends when they found Big John's compass.
The 'burly' guy that ransacked Lana Grubbs' house.
The man that broke into John B's house and tried to kill them.
One of the two men that were murdered, stabbed repeatedly with gaff hooks and left to be shark bait, as JJ so colorfully described.
That man, that monster, was her father. And he was dead.
And she didn't know how the hell to process that.
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Devyn took another swig, numb to the violent burn the vodka caused her throat. She let the tears stream down her face, although she didn't quite know what she was crying for.
She wasn't sure if she was crying because she found out her father was dead, that every parent she'd ever had was dead.
Ratter, Maria, Big John.
She wasn't sure if she was crying because she just found out her dad had tried to kill her and her friends more than once and might've had something to do with Big John's disappearance. She didn't know if she was crying because she knew she couldn't tell her friends that Ratter was her father. She felt like they would hate her, like they would want nothing to do with her because of where she came from. And she felt disgusting.
She let the sharp burn of vodka soothe her mind and soul, wiping angrily and the frustrated tears that were dripping onto the shirt of JJ's she was in. Devyn tucked her feet underneath her, cozying up on the couch on the porch, wincing when she heard the boys coming back, laughing and shouting as they parked the boat.
Devyn wiped the tears clean from her face, not bothering to hide the large handle of vodka that was comforting her. She was hammered, no point in trying to cover it up. She took one last long swig as the boys finally reached the porch, giving the girl an odd look.
"What're you doing?" Pope questioned as they stared at her, confusion riddling their faces.
"What're you doing?" Devyn fired back, her speech slightly slurred.
"Bug, are you drunk?" John B scoffed, raising his eyebrows in slight amusement.
"You're drunk," Devyn fired back childishly, wiping her hair out of her face as she scrunched her nose.
