TW: talk of drugs and drug use
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clean: Y/n struggles with substance problems and when the pogues confront JJ about her getting professional help he does the last thing he ever wanted to do. A last ditch effort to get her clean.
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JJ's pov
"You've gotta be kidding me..." Kie groaned as we all sat in the Twinkie waiting for Y/n to get us drinks from the gas station. I looked to where her gaze was and saw Y/n exiting the store, a bag in one hand and the other wiping wipe powder from her nose, "Did anyone know she was using again?"
I clenched my jaw. Last time me and my girlfriend sat down and talked about it she said she was done and she's been clean for almost two weeks, I guess that was a lie, "JJ? Did you know about this?" John B asked and looked over to me with a disappointed look.
"She said she hasn't used in like two weeks, alright? Let me talk to her." I answered, looking to all of them as Y/n made her way to us.
"No, we stage an intervention. This is getting out of hand, she could—"
"I said let me talk to her." My voice lowered at Pope as I gritted my teeth. No one else is going to talk to her about this except for me.
"So, I got snacks, too." Y/n smiled as she jumped into the van, the rest of us sharing glances before getting in right behind her. As we continued the drive back to Y/n's house for a pool day Kie spoke up.
"Do you have any chapstick in your bag?" She looked to Y/n and she nodded her head, tossing her back lightly in her direction. As John B drove Kiara dug through her bag and Y/n crawled into the passenger seat to kick her feet up. We all took turns sitting passenger.
Kie held up a small baggie with white powder in it and my face fell. I wanted to scold her for sticking it into her back pocket, I told them to let me handle this, "Uh, thanks, Y/n." Kie said and returned her bag to its spot.
"No problem." Y/n responded as she jittered in her seat, "I have so much energy right now."
"Wonder why." Pope whispered and nudged my shoulder, "It's probably—" His voice spoke louder and I punched his shoulder.
"Probably from the caffeine." I finished his sentence and shot Y/n and smile, she obliviously returned it as she spun around to look at me.
When we first found out Y/n was using I went straight to the source, threatening Barry to never sell to her again. Then, when that didn't work I sat down with her and we had a conversation about how dangerous and lethal the drugs were, she promised she would try to get clean. But now here we are, two weeks later and she's using again. Whatever my plan was, I needed to enforce it fast.
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"I'm going to tan by the pool." Y/n said as she stood up from next to me and leaned over to place a kiss onto my cheek.
"We'll be out there soon, cupcake." I told her and watched as Kie followed her out the back door.
"I'm guessing you have a plan?" John B asked once the girls were far enough away.
"She needs professional help, JJ." Pope spoke up. I leaned my head forward into my hands, lifting my hat slightly off my head before putting it back on.
"I'm her help, man. I'm not sending her off to some facility where they're gonna make her feel crazy, alright!?" I stood up, getting frustrated that their first idea was to send her away for lord knows how long, "I-I can watch her better! I can take care of her!" I stuttered, now pacing throughout the room.
"Okay...alright." Pope said softly and gave me a sympathetic look, "But if this doesn't work I'm taking her myself."
"Okay..." I sighed, not wanting to give in but I didn't know what else to do. I know it's selfish of me not to want to send her away, but I couldn't do it. She's all I got and going without her wasn't an option, so I had to help her myself, "JB, go bolt her windows shut."
"What?" John B asked in disbelief, "You realize what you're asking right? You want me to bolt her windows shut?" He repeated my question back to me.
"Yeah, and, uh, twist her door knob around so the lock is on the outside." I continued. He followed me into the kitchen and I dug through the junk drawer to find some loose bolts and a screwdriver, "Just do it." Handing him what he needed he listened and walked up the stairs to Y/n's room.
"Turning her room into a makeshift prison? That's your plan?" Pope asked. I leaned my hands onto the counter in the kitchen and let out a deep breath, "You do realize she's going to hate you for this? Like, maybe forever."
"She'll hate me until she's clean," I responded, "Then she'll realize I'm doing this to help her. I can live with being the bad guy in her story until then." I stood up straight and waited for John B to make his way back downstairs. Then I went to the back door and opened it a bit.
"Hey, babe!?" Y/n turned to look at me, "Where's my swim trunks?"
"They're in the small dresser, second drawer!" She informed me and I acted confused.
"I looked there, I can't find them! Can you help me?" She let out a small laugh and got out of her chair, making her way to the house. I opened the door as she walked inside and followed behind her. Kie went to follow us but John B stopped her, whispering something in her ear. Her face fell for a moment but a small supportive smile fell on her lips.
As Y/n made her way into her room I waited until she was distracted and slammed the door shut behind her, "JJ!?" She asked.
"Please don't hate me." I said through the door and twisted the lock. Her fists began banging on the door, making it vibrate with each hit.
"JJ!?" She screamed. The door handle began wiggling as she tried to open it, "What the fuck!?"
"I know you're using again, cupcake and I'm not letting them take you away so we're doing this my way now." I replied. I knew she was feeling so much anger towards me but I was doing what had to be done.
"I won't do it again, Jay! Just open the door, please!?" She cried, "If you love me you'll open the door!"
I do love her. I didn't want her to think anything other than that. As my hands slowly made its way to the door handle to unlock it I was stopped by Pope, "Don't." He said quietly, "She's going to say anything to get you to open the door. Don't do it."
"But she's going to think I don't love her." I was beginning to regret this plan.
"JJ, that's the drugs talking, okay?" Kie put a hand on my shoulder as my body fell to the floor, "We've just gotta wait it out."
"I fucking hate you! All of you!" Y/n's fists slammed into the door, making me jolt forward each time she did, "Do you hear me, JJ Maybank!? I hate you!"
I covered my mouth with my hands and silently cried as the pogues sat on the floor around me. I felt horrible doing this to her, treating her like a child who can't make her own decisions. But it was this or potential jail, and she wouldn't handle the lions den well.
"No you don't, Y/n!" Kie leaned against the door, trying to get her head on straight, "We're doing this to help you!"
"You're fucking dead to me, Maybank!" She shouted. I clenched my jaw even tighter and let out a sob as my body fell onto the ground. I unintentionally began to shake as I cried. I wanted nothing more than to open the door and tell her how sorry I am for doing this to her.
"Look at me." John B whispered, laying on the ground to be at my eye level, "This is good for her. She needs this."
As Y/n's shouts slowly quieted I turned and peaked under the door to see her sleeping on her bedroom floor. The screaming and shouting must have tired her out.
"We're gonna get you clean, baby girl. I promise."
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I'm not really sure what this is or why I wrote it but here it is!