SINCERELY, YOUR DARLA. || ~ jj maybank.

🌿| Freedman's Alter. (33)

"Hello?"

I groan. "Will you leave me alone if I go inside and do something?"

He crosses his arms. "Yes, let's see what you're really up to."

I click the door open and get out, slamming it shut behind me.

I walk around the front of the car and past Tanner.

"You have a parking ticket for that?" He yells.

I hold up my middle finger as I burst through the doors.

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I walk out the back, looking around at all the yachts to try and find JJ.

I see him and his dad up beside one of the bigger ones.

I see his dad hugging him, so I make my way up the dock.

I watch as Luke climbs up to the control panel and JJ unties the rope.

I frown as JJ throws the rope, and Luke powers on the boats engine.

I walk over as the boat pulls away out into the open waters.

I look down at JJs hands, two bottles of pills gripped tightly in each. The same ones that got my mom addicted.

He throws them both aggressively in the bin beside him and sniffles, walking towards me.

I see the pain in his face.

I stop him from walking ahead of me by holding onto each of his shoulders. "Hey."

He doesn't try to fight me off, he just falls into my arms and I hug him tight.

We break from the hug, and walk arm in arm back down the dock together, Luke floating away in the back ground.

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We get back to the truck, JJ gets in the passenger seat beside me and I get into the drivers seat.

I start up the engine.

We pan away from the club, and out the gates.

I look left and right on the road as JJ sits in silence, he's  not normally this silent.

"What's up, J?" I ask, taking a turn left.

"Nothin'."

I look at him as we cruise down the roads. "Nothin'?"

"Nothin', yeah." He shrugs, looking out the window.

I sigh. "I get it, even if he hurts you, it's not fun seeing him leave."

He looks over at me. "Why is your dad in custody?"

I get a bit alarmed at the question. "Oh."

He impatiently waits for my answer.

I look at him, before looking back into the road, frowning. "He um.." I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

"He murdered my mom." I blurt out, getting it over with.

There's a moment of silence in the car.

"What?!" He yells.

I suck in air in attempt to get rid of the lump in my throat.

"Darla, what- I.. oh my god." He keeps stuttering.

"Honestly, I'm trying to forget about it, all right? It's in the past. There's no use in having a huge conversation about it." I brush it off.

He leans forward to see if I'm crying.

I'm not, but he can tell that I want to.

"Darla, I swear to you I will fucking.."
"JJ, I get it." I nod.