''Yeah, a sixteen-year-old kids going to do everything himself. This isn't something to joke about, you're messing with your life by refusing help. You're a kid, JJ, I don't give a shit what your dad has told you, you're a sixteen-year-old kid. You need an adult - ''
A flash of that usual glint in JJ's eyes found him. Only Shoupe inhaled at it because it wasn't the same. It was much meaner, cruel. It was mischievous for all the wrong reasons. He knew then and there that JJ's sole objective was to hurt. To lash out and wound someone with biting words. Just as JJ had been hurt by them.
Shoupe would be that person.
''No, what I need is to be left the fuck alone. I needed an adult after my mother left and my dad got stir crazy without her - when he'd bash my face in every night because he got a kick out of it. When there was never any food. I needed an adult when I was praying every night to something I didn't believe in for something to take me out before I did it myself. Now though, Shoupe? Now I'll handle it myself, now I don't need nothing from any of you,''