JJ POV
I bounced my leg against the ground nervously as I sat in the tent next to Kiara and Pope as cops and FBI agents surrounded us. They were looking for my best friend and my girlfriend. The twins. John b and Y/n.
Ward Cameron has accused them both of killing the sheriff but in reality, it was his son Rafe Cameron who shot the sheriff, leading her to her death. John b and Y/n wouldn't lay a finger on anyone. However, the police thought differently.
Kiara, Pope, and I had all help them hide and then we used my dad's boat, The Phantom, to help them escape this shit whole and move down to Mexico. I hated the thought of being away from my girlfriend for months upon months but it was better than not seeing her for years cause she would be in prison.
So before she got on the boat to leave me, I told her that I loved her for the first time. It felt good to get it off my chest and when she told me she loved me too it about brought me to tears.
Well, anyways here I was now hoping my best friend and girlfriend were safely getting away but there was a huge storm coming our way which made me doubt while I waited to be questioned.
Unexpectedly, the sound of running motors and clicks filled the air making me look up to be blinded by the lighthouse above us. Shit, the power finally decided to come back on when John b was using the darkness to his advanced.
"No no no" I muttered as cops started rushing out of the tent to look out into the water.
"That's them!"
"Hurry! Get some boats out there!"
"No, leave them alone!" I shouted, standing from my spot and trying to push past the crowd of officers to see what was going on but I was jerked back by a tall FBI agent who pushed me back into my cold metal chair.
"Fuck, I should have gone with them" I shook my head, burying my face in my hands. "I know how to drive that boat! There's no way John b is gonna get through this storm with the cops up his ass"
"Hey, don't think like that" Kiara exclaimed, rubbing my shoulder blades gently. "They'll make it. They have to."
Suddenly the sound of people's voices from the tent beside us caught my attention.
"Any response?"
"They're not calling it off yet"
I buried my face into my hands again The storm was getting terrible out there. There no way my dad's boat was gonna hold in a storm like this. They weren't gonna give up. They weren't gonna turn around and surrender themselves to the cops. There was no way John b would do that. He would never put is girlfriend or his sister in that kind of situation.
With each second that passed and the police yelled over top of the sound of the rain beating down on the tents, my hopes began to slip away.
Suddenly, three figures came into the tent, wearing bright yellow jackets and rain boots. Once they pulled their hoods off, I realized it was Shoupe and two other cops I rarely knew.
I stood from my spot on the bench along with Kiara and Pope and we walked over to him. We were desperate for any kind of news.
"Well? Did you find them?" Pope asked, worry clear in his voice as I stood behind Kiara.
Shoupe looked at each of us with a sad expression, making me bit my lips with anticipation.
"No"
"So, they got away?" Kiara said hopefully. I wish I had faith like her. She believed they would make it through this hard ass storm.
"We uh—we lost them" He announced.
Those three words felt like a punch to the face. They lost them? My heart shattered right then and there, making my body numb and my vision gloss over with tears. John b, Sarah, Y/n....they were all gone.
"What do you mean you lost them?" Pope questioned shakily, stepping forward closer to the Deputy. "They're gone? What? What are you talking about?"
"They took an open boat into a tropical depression, Pope," Shoupe told him, shaking his head as tears fill his eyes as well.
"So they're dead?" Kiara asked as she stepped back, hitting my shoulder. Her voice was shakily sounding like she was on the edge of bursting out in tears.
"We don't know"
There was no way they could have survived that storm. I knew that. I saw the fucking storm. It was terrible. I could only imagine what it would be like to be on that boat. The waves crashing up over the sides of the boat my clothes soaked. Y/n holding onto me for dear life. Our terrified screams at the boat flipped.
I shook my head as tears slipped out of my eyes rage and anger taking over my body. I didn't deserve to be sad. They fucking drove them into the goddamn storm. They killed my childhood best friend, my new friend Sarah, and the love of my life. All three of them were gone because of them.
"You drove them straight into the storm, man! Are you kidding me?" I shouted, pointing my finger at Shoupe as I pushed past Kiara before lunging at the man. "Come here! Come here, I'm gonna kill you! I'll kill you!"
Before I could get to Shoupe, I was pulled back by two officers, struggling to hold me back as I thrashed around in their grip, punching and kicking as hard as I could to try to break free. Hatred flowed through my veins. My heart had been ripped out of my chest.
"JJ! Stop!" Kiara sobbed as I continued to fight the officers, holding me tight in their grip as I struggled with tears streaming down my face.
"You bastard!" I screamed, trying to get to Shoupe. "You killed them! You fucking killed them!"
"They twins didn't kill anyone and you know it!" Pope shouted into Shoupe face, tears rolling off his face.
"Pope, stop" Kiara begged as she pulled on his arm.
"We're still looking. We're still looking for them, alright?" Shoupe assured before Pope turned around and collapsed in Kiara's arms.
My knees fell weak as I stopped struggling against the officers. I fell to the ground, sobbing frantically after they released me. My throat burned and my chest tightened as I tried to breathe the best I could but it was hard with all the cries and sobs escaping my lungs. I'd just lost the only people that mattered in my life. The only ones I considered my family that I didn't have. I had no one now. Absolutely no one.
I looked up from my tear-stained hands to see Kiara engulfed by her family as she cried into them and Pope being pulling in by his parents as well.
My bottom lip quivered, looking around me as if John b or Y/n would magically appear in front of me and hug the shit out of me, telling me it's gonna be okay and everything was gonna be fine but of course that would never happen. I would never be about to feel their embrace ever again. I would never get to kiss Y/n's soft pink lips. The way she held me so close and made me feel like I was on top of the world. That's feeling had been eraser from my life.
I stumbled to my feet. Heyward, Pope's father, shouted after me as I pushed past the agents and cops, shoving my way out of the tents. I had to get away. I couldn't take this.
I heard Kiara and Pope yelling my name, begging for me to come back but I continued to make my way out of the tent. Tears still streaming down my face like a river as I continued to gasp for air.
Once I was out I ran. I as fast as my legs could carry me. Sprinting down the nearby road. the sound of my boots clomping as the thunder rolled above me and the rain-drenched my clothes. I didn't know where I was going. God, I didn't even know why.
My heart was cold stone at the thought of the twins being ripped from my life. It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. Never getting to laugh, drink beer, and smoke weed with them, never cuddling with Y/n when I need her the most, never getting to really find out who the real Sarah Cameron was, never doing the secret handshake with John b again that we created in third grade a few days after we declared to be the best bro till the end, never seeing any of them again.
I ran for what seemed an eternity before every muscle in my poor body ached and throbbed with pain. My legs fell numb from underneath me, making me crumpled onto some old dirt road. I sobbed frantically resulting in me wheezing as my chest tightened and my shoulders shook violently. I coughed, choking on my on breathe as I sat in a puddle of rain and tears. I'd never felt so hopelessly broken. There was nothing left for me anymore.
Before all this shit had started I told John b and Y/n that.......
"We have nothing to lose"
But I was wrong, we had each other to lose and now.....
"I've got nothing to lose"
A/n:
I'm planning on doing a part two what do you guys say?
Edited more than usual
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