Basket Case ━━━━ JJ Maybank︱✓

𝟬𝟮𝟲 like the cat i have nine times to die

The darkness of the night licked her skin, concealing her figure from any wandering eyes as she finally made it onto the road leading to the restaurant. But what she didn't anticipate was coming face to face with the traffic light that her mother passed through before she met her end. Glaring at it while on foot was something Izzy never thought she would do. If anything she thought she'd drive through the red light and meet her end as well, but that was in the past now. Now, Izzy Windsor stood on foot, glaring at the red traffic light and she just waited.

If Izzy were like the cat, if she had nine lives, she was sure this would be life number three. If she wanted to take that risk another time, she could. She was sure this wouldn't be where she met her end. It was dark and there weren't any cars around. She could do it if she was really tempted to. But instead . . . Izzy waited.

Moody and gloomy Izzy Windsor stood before the red traffic light that took her mother's life and just waited. Maybe she waited because she had been thinking a lot about death lately and it had become too much for her to risk it even when no risks presented themselves. Or maybe she waited because quite frankly she was fucking tired of running and her muscles were crying out, begging for her to stop. But then she blinked and the traffic light switched to green, and she finally felt in control of her own body. And once she felt as though her limbs belonged to herself again, she began to walk.

The Windsor girl walked through the green traffic light and headed toward The Wreck that was on her right. She didn't even look back. Not once. She just kept walking until she reached the back door of the restaurant, ran up the stairs, and then stepped inside.

The lights were turned off, casting a blanket of darkness over the restaurant and making it extremely hard to see where the fuck she was going. She could make out a few tables with the chairs surrounding them but that was all she could see before a noise distracted her search for civilization. Her eyes snapped to the noise, discovering that three figures had emerged from the kitchen.

"Iz?" the person leading the group spoke. Their voice sounded familiar, and immediately spawned a warm feeling throughout her senses. JJ, she thought for a split second. And soon enough, JJ Maybank rushed out from the shadows and hurried over to where Izzy Windsor stood by the back door. "Fuck me, are you okay?!"

Izzy didn't respond.

"Does she looks okay, JJ?" Pope muttered as he came up behind him and approached the two. His brown eyes focused on the disheveled blonde girl who hadn't said a word since she arrived. He seemed to have sobered up in the past hour, but not by much. His eyes still drooped and there was this lazy smile everpresent on his lips.

JJ only gave his friend a look. He paid Pope no mind and didn't even bother to glance at Kiara as she, too, came up behind them and approached the group. Instead, JJ Maybank kept his eyes on his girlfriend and he didn't dare take them off her in fear that if he did, she wouldn't be there when he went to look again. He watched in silence, waiting for her to give him any indication that she was alright, but she just stood there while her chest heaved up and down, almost too frantically. Then, he caught sight of blood running down her arm and all he felt was rage.

The Maybank boy took a step forward and grasped Izzy's arm in his hand. He observed the blood, quickly finding the deep gash from which it originated. "What happened?" he questioned, trying to keep his voice soft but failing miserably.

Izzy still didn't respond.

Kiara stepped in at that exact moment. She shoved in front of JJ, tearing him from his girlfriend. "Okay, if everyone could just give her some room, then she could tell us what happened," she said, her voice curt. She tried pushing the boys back but it was no use. Boys were stubborn, especially boys like JJ and Pope.