JJ MAYBANK x Reader Fanfic

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Y/N's POV

⚠️warning - violence

Barry had been relentless with the interrogation. I didn't even know what he wanted me to say. He asked about every aspect of JJ and I's relationship, JJ's relationship with his father, how his father had got the money. Some things I didn't know the answer to, and other things I didn't think Barry was deserving of knowing, so I kept quiet.

Every time I refused an answer, or gave an answer that he didn't approve of, he would hit me. It started with punches or slaps to my face which I could handle because I was slightly used to it from my father. Once I started drifting in and out of consciousness, Barry decided to switch things up.

He'd untied me at this point and I hated myself for not being able to get away from him, but I was too weak. Now when I refused to answer I earned a kick to my stomach which I think was worse than the blows to my face because I was winded and I think I heard a rib crack at one point.

"You're nothing, you know that? Your father beats you because you're a worthless little slut. Half the island's had their way with you and you still think the Maybank boy loves you? Stupid. You know he's not into relationships, I give whatever you've got going on between you another month at most, before he gets bored of sleeping with you and fucks another chick. And your little friends 'the pogues', how come they're not here right now if they care about you so much? Do you really mean that much to them or do they just hang out with you out of pity, huh?" Barry laughed.

I was drifting in and out of consciousness and despite the raging pain throughout my entire body, Barry's words were what hurt the most. I was deeply insecure, and growing up with my father had already made me question my self worth. There was a time when I'd had depression last year and questioned whether my friends even liked me, and part of me still worried if JJ was going to get bored of me. I didn't have the strength to say anything back to Barry but his words were replaying constantly in my head.

He seemed to give up once I stopped moving and realised I was physically unable to respond, which angered him even more because I was no good to him. The worst part was getting tied to the chair again because Barry had to lift me into the chair and my body wasn't cooperating. I felt my eyes close and welcomed the relief of sleep, hoping that someone would come bust me out of here soon.

I didn't know if JJ had been told I was taken for collateral and had to bring the money, or if he had to figure it out himself. As much as I loved my boyfriend, he lacked common sense, so I really hoped that he had a plan.

JJ's POV

The address Pope had tracked Barry's car to was hours away but the others didn't think twice about accompanying me to get Y/N back. Pope said it was too dangerous to drive tonight so we'd have to wait until the morning. I wanted to leave as soon as possible to get my girl back but I knew Pope was right and it wouldn't be safe.

I tried to drive the van but John B wouldn't let me; he was worried I would let my emotions control me and end up crashing so I begrudgingly handed the keys to my best friend.