arden kim had always been known as the it girl--the girl who had it all yet underneath the sunny smiles laid a girl who was drowning under the weight of her mothers expectations. arden had thought she had finally managed to get her life together af...
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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: RUN, RUN, RUN,
( episode eight: the runaway )
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Arden, JJ and Haven had decided to stay at the Chateau for the night. Pope and Kie had both been dropped off at their own homes, but the others had nowhere else to go. Arden, after receiving curious stares, outfit refused to tell Haven and JJ in on why.
She couldn't tell them why --- not yet.
In the end, it was their choice to go to John B's that lead them right to him. He wasn't angry anymore, just abnormally silent and void of emotion as he retreated down to the jetty with the gun still at his side. The rest of the pogues took turns checking in on him until the sun had risen and Kie arrived. Only then did he speak to them, and boy did he have a lot to say.
Not only did he murder Big John, but Ward Cameron had managed to find where the gold was and taken every last bar. All hopes of Arden's big grand escape was gone.
"And you're sure he got everything?" Kie asked into the silence that followed John B's explanation.
John B let out a sigh from where he laid across the jetty slats. "Every bar. The whole enchilada."
"Well, goodbye freedom," Arden muttered as she caught JJ's eyes and frowned. "And hello living in the Outer Banks for the rest of my life."
The thought was dire, but it was Now, that dream was squashed beneath the toe of Ward Cameron's boot, ruthless and unforgiving. And not just for her. Arden had been banking on getting away from her mother with her cut. She and JJ were going to start a life together, they were going to create a stable home for Logan, more than what JJ had ever had. That picture seemed so far out of reach now, a hopeful idea lost to the wind.
"Look, it's not like I expected a happy ending or some shit," John B scoffed to himself.
"John B," Kie snapped, snagging Haven's attention away from the laces of her shoes.
She looked up to meet John B's challenging scowl as he forced the cast off his wrist and chucked it to the opposite end of the jetty. "What, Kie? It's a hairline fracture. Who cares?" he sneered as he flexed his wrist.
"You should care. Your arm's going to be messed up for life."
"It's fine. See?" The motion caused Arden to wince and look down at her own cast. Normally, she would be the first to copy him as a sign of support, but she wasn't about to risk the healing of a broken bone just to prove a point. She wasn't that stupid, especially with a baby on the way.
"As fun as this is," Haven said as silence threatened to consume them. They'd dedicated their entire Summer to the gold, and just like that, it had been taken away from them. No warning, no nothing. "What are we going to do now?"
