SINCERELY, YOUR DARLA. || ~ jj maybank.

🌹 | The compass. (5)

"They must've been friends, John b cant stop admiring it though." Kie says, laughing a little.

Pope walks over to Kie. "Hey Kie, can you help me design a cover for my essay planner?"

I smile, they would literally be the cutest couple ever.

"Sure." Kie looks at me. "I'll be right back."

I nod as they walk off into the house. I lean back, looking over at John b on the hammock.

"Darla."

I jump.

"Jesus, jj you scared me."

"We need to talk." He ignores me.

I exhale. "Okay, yeah." I shrug and look down.

He sits down on the chair opposite to me, staring at my wrist.

"Who did that to you, I know I grabbed your wrist, but I grabbed the left one, not the right." How does he remember stuff like that..

and how does he know his left from his right?

I cant keep anymore secrets from him, he knows too much about me.

"J, it was my dad. He just put a bit too much pressure on my wrist before I walked out. He was just telling me off.. blah, blah." I look at jj.

"Darl he hurt you."

I sigh. "It's nothing, every dad does it. He's just overworked."

"No, your eye, and your lip." jj looks at me.

I raise my eyebrow. "I told you, I got in a fight with Sarah."

"John b told me he didn't see any bruises on Sarah, if your lying to me .. I'll find out." he says, he's not joking around.

I roll my eyes. "Why do you care so much?" I mutter.

He opens his mouth, like he's about to blurt something out.. but then refrains.

"Why wouldn't I care about you Darla." he asks.

"Because I'm just me, you don't need to worry about me 24/7. I can take care of myself." I cross my arms, hiding my wrist.

"So he did that you?" he's looking at my lip.

"No, I never said that." I say, then sucking my lip in so he stops focusing on it.

"You're clearly lying to me. Why would Sarah show up at your house?" He asks.

I cant deal with all these questions, so I snap.

"God, you think everyone's dads abusive because yours is. NEWS FLASH. Not everyone has a fucked up family!" I shout, standing up.

He sits there speechless, before he stands up with me, he's towering over me.

"You think I have the fucked up family?" He laughs.

"Yes, jj. I do matter of fact."

"Your mom has been presumed dead since you were 13. Your daddy has a new family, and you are stranded all on your own." He snaps.

"Your mom hasn't even been in the picture since you were fucking 3, and you cant go home without being scared of getting beat up by your dad."

"I'm fucking glad your dad did that to you, you clearly needed some sense knocked into your head." He points to my bruise.

"Fuck you." I cry.

"If you can't handle hearing about yours, then don't start talking about the shit i have going on."