𝟎𝟑𝟖.             𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

skyfall ──── adele

( i'm the biggest brooke supporter in this chapter, just to let you know . . . enjoy! )

☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖴𝖭 𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖤𝖲，𝖶𝖤 𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖠𝖴 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣 𝖨𝖭 𝖠 𝖣𝖨𝖥𝖥𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖣𝖨𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭，𝖶𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖮 𝖦𝖤𝖳 𝖠𝖶𝖠𝖸 𝖡𝖤𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝖲𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖡𝖮𝖣𝖸 𝖤𝖫𝖲𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖤𝖲 𝖶𝖤'𝖱𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤．Rafe and Barry know, so it's only a matter of time before the word gets out that John B and Sarah are not in fact dead. I woke up with a sore back, a crank in my neck, and a strong arm slung over my middle. Sarah found us this morning which I'm grateful for as I don't know how I would've explained that to my brother.

Sarah knows something happened between me and JJ last night, but no matter how much she pleads and begs, I will not be telling.

I will say that I haven't stopped thinking about what occurred in the dead of night, and if I'm not careful, John B will be able to read my mind. He's my twin, I genuinely fear he can see right through me which is something I definitely don't need, not when I'm thinking about his best friend on top of me, pushing against me.

I need help, I realise that.

JJ keeps casting glances in my direction, grinning when he catches the red that climbs up my cheeks. He has an effect on me, he knows he does, and he's visibly glad that he can make me squirm under his gaze. Bastard, that's the only word I can use to describe him.

Anyway, let's move away from that.

We didn't leave the Chateau until Kiara and Pope washed up from whatever the hell they were doing. When they arrived, Kiara didn't cast any kind of glance at me which only pissed me off, so when I get the chance to be alone with her, I'm going to ask her what her problem is.

We're now away from the Chateau, and hopefully away from anybody else. John B is filling Kiara and Pope on everything that occurred last night while they were off doing... well, I don't wanna know.

"Look, if Rafe and Barry know, it's only a matter of time."

"Before everyone knows," I add, my head hung low. I hate that we were nearly caught last night. I hate that Rafe thought he could just storm in with a gun, hoping to murder us. I hate him. I want his head on a stick.

JJ scoffs, head shaking. "I told you. We should've gone south, man. Why does no one ever listen?"

"I get it," John B sighs. "I understand."

"I have an idea." We shift our gaze over to Sarah who has stepped forward. "With me back, my dad's going to have to choose between me and Rafe."

I know where she's going with this. I know what she wants to do, as everybody else does, but there's no way in hell she can go and see her father, not when she's supposedly dead. "Sarah. Sarah──"

"He's gonna choose me."

"Ward keeps lying to you, Sarah." Sarah looks away from John B, a frown on her lips as she shakes her head, wanting to believe that her father will always, no matter the circumstances, will choose her. I don't believe he will choose her. He just wants John B's head on a stick, he wants him to be incarcerated for a crime he and his son committed. He won't take Sarah's side.

"He won't agree after all that's happened."

"No. I... I know it sounds crazy."

"Yeah, it does."

"I know!" She looks at each of us, desperation in her eyes, but I can't even begin to understand how this would be a good idea. It's suicide. "But he's my dad. And I know him, and I know he loves me. I'm just asking for two hours."

Sarah stands up upon finding that nobody is going to respond to her plan. I have no idea what I could say, so I let her walk off, as does everybody else but John B who rushes after her, not wanting to let her go without saying something.

"Sarah." She stops, turning to face him. "Are you sure?"

She nods, pretty sure of her plan. "Yeah."

"Okay." John B brings their foreheads together, his hand against her cheek. I feel an ache in my chest as I wish I could have that── an open, beautiful relationship with the person I love, but I'm not so lucky. Moments occur for us in the dead of the night, away from the eyes of others. "Okay."

They separate, and I decide to yell out "Be careful!" because at the end of the day, Sarah is still my friend, and I don't want anything to happen to her because so much has happened lately, and she deserves none of it, especially from her family of all people.

When she leaves, I look at each of my friends who remain silent, watching as she walks away. It isn't until she's out of our sights that we separate from one another. Pope, JJ and John B go one way, and I find myself alone with Kiara which is what I wanted.

I want to talk to her. She's been distant lately, and I'm just confused as to why. I also want to know what happened last night because if she did, in fact, sleep with Pope, that's concerning as she told me mere weeks ago that she didn't like Pope romantically. Although, do feelings really need to be involved to sleep with somebody? Well, I don't know, probably not in everybody's world.

I step over to her, and she stares right at me with her arms crossed. "Hey." I keep my voice friendly, not wanting to let my frustration bleed into my words. She's still my best friend, after all.

She bites the inside of her cheek, head nodding as she utters a quiet, "Hi."

"What's going on with you?"

She rears her head back, surprised by the quick shift in my tone. To be fair, I'm surprised by the shift in my tone. "What?"

"You've been distant lately," I say. "Have I done something to upset you?" She seems fine with everybody else, so I can only assume that I'm the problem in this situation. However, not to sound self-obsessed, but I don't believe I've done anything wrong. She might tell me differently.

She shakes her head once. "Nope."

"Yeah, I don't believe you. What's going on?"

"Nothing, Brooke."

"Is it Pope? Did something happen last night? I──"

"Oh, my God," she scoffs, breathing out a laugh. "It's none of your business, Brooke. What do you want?" Okay, she's pissed at me, that much I can see, and I'm not going to stand for it, not when we have bigger problems going on right now. I can't afford to fall out with my best friend when I haven't done a single thing wrong. My brother could end up in prison, and I'm here bickering with Kiara.

"I want to know what the hell is wrong with you."

"Nothing is wrong with me, Brooke."

"Something obviously is." I look away from her, peering at the boys who are sat far enough away from us that they can't hear, but I can't help but worry that they'll hear parts of this conversation── parts that I don't want them to overhear.

I sigh, pushing my hand into Kiara's reluctantly as I pull her further away. "What are you──"

I free her hand. "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing." She places emphasis on the word, wanting me to understand, but I don't. There is quite obviously something wrong with her, and I want to figure it out before everything unfolds as I fear trouble is right around the corner. "God, what is wrong with you?"

"I want to know what's going on with you, Kie. I mean, you seem fine with everybody else, Pope especially." I mutter that last bit, but I know she still hears me say it based off the scoff that leaves her mouth.

"What is it about Pope? Do you like him too?"

I snap my head to her, eyebrows furrowed. "What is that supposed to mean?"

She steps back, arms crossing over her chest. "Nothing." Obviously it meant something, but before I can question her again, she's speaking, "I just don't understand why you keep asking about Pope."

"You took off with him yesterday. Did you two..." What am I saying? Of course they did, I can just tell that they did, but I can't voice it, I don't know why.

"Why is that any of your business?"

"You said you didn't like him, Kiara."

"Well, feelings change, Brooklyn." She never calls me by my full name, so I sense she's on a whole new bandwagon of pissed, and I still can't figure out why exactly that is.

"Did you sleep with him?" I ask outwardly.

"Did you sleep with JJ?" she fires back, giving me a taste of my own medicine. I fall back on my heel, surprised. My mouth gapes, but no words fall out. "Yeah, you two keep sharing glances, I can see it. Just friends, huh? That's what you told Sarah, right, that you're just friends? Safe to say that friends don't look at each like that, Brooklyn."

Her words are harsh. She's never spoken to me in such a way so this deep seated frustration and anger has been stewing for a while. "I haven't slept with JJ, Kiara." If she really knew me, she'd know that I wouldn't have slept with JJ.

She tilts her head. "No?"

I glare at her. "No, I haven't."

"Could've fooled me."

"Okay, what the hell is this? I-I don't just get into bed with somebody, Kiara. I'm not sleeping with JJ." My voice raises an octave that has me worrying the boys can hear, but I'm too annoyed to check. "What? Do I just look like the type to just jump into bed with someone?"

"You did with me," she snipes.

I think a gasp comes from me, I can't be too sure because I step back like I've been stabbed in the gut by my own best friend. I don't even know what to say, I'm just shaking my head, trying to wrap my head around the fact that she chose to throw that back in my face like she didn't kiss me first── like we didn't kiss one another in the way that we did. That night was a fleeting moment, and we both wanted one another until we were interrupted.

At least that's what I thought.

"I-I can't──" I look back to her, not finding her to be affected by her words in any kind of way. She's just staring at me, arms still tightly crossed over her chest. "You kissed me, Kiara, and in that moment, I wanted you too. I-I thought we both..."

"Yeah, well." Kiara looks down at her feet, now looking away from me which makes me believe that she did want it too. "It seems I was just your way of buying time so you could be with him." I stare at her, dumbfounded.

"That's what you think?" I huff out a laugh. "Oh, my God. You know I wasn't using you to buy time, Kiara. I wanted to kiss you. I wanted you to kiss me. You know that!" The boys will hear us, I just know that they will, but I refuse to lower my voice when I'm trying to get my point across.

"Yeah, sure." She's acting like she doesn't know what that night was── like she doesn't know what occurred between us. She's trying to minimise what happened, and make it into something meaningless, and I think I know why.

"You did, didn't you?" She looks back up at me, teeth biting into her lip. "You slept with Pope."

"Why does it matter if I did?"

"Why does it matter if I slept with JJ?" I argue, throwing the medicine back in her face in the same way she did with me.

"It doesn't matter. I don't care. You clearly care if I've slept with Pope though."

Oh, so we're playing it that way.

"I care because I think you used him." I don't even know what I'm saying, but I'm not taking the words because, somewhere deep down, I mean them. She opens her mouth to speak, but I talk first, "I think you used him because you wanted to make yourself feel better, for whatever reason that you won't tell me, and now you regret it, I can tell."

"Oh, yeah? You can tell?"

"Yeah, because you haven't looked at Pope since you two arrived back." She bites down on her tongue, remaining silent which just proves I'm right. "You don't like him, Kie, I know you don't, but you still slept with him. Why? He's a good guy, and he actually likes you. He probably thinks that there's hope for you two, and you just used him."

"I did not use him."

"Do you like him?"

She takes a step back, moving away from me. "I'm not discussing this with you."

"Why not?" I take a step towards her.

"Because I said so," she snaps.

"If you like him, Kiara, you can just tell me── there's no shame, it's Pope. He's great, and if you really, truly like him, go for it." She shakes her head, taking another step away from me, but I find my feet moving towards her, and I have no idea why. "Come on, Kie, if you like him, what have you got to hide?"

She turns away from me, moving off, and if the boys look up, they're going to be beyond confused, especially if they can't hear us. I still follow after her, running on fumes as I attempt to match her frustrated pace.

"God, Brooke, shut up."

"Kiara, something is going on with you, and for some reason, you're taking it out on me, so just stop fucking walking and talk to──" She comes to a sudden halt, my front crashing into my back as she spins on her heel, facing me head on as she finally answers me, but not with what I expected.

"I like you!" 

That confession slaps me in the face like a ton of bricks. No, scratch that, the confession slaps me in the face like a building just fell on me, crushing me under its weight. She's staring right at me, chest heaving in frustration, and I find that I've lost the ability to breathe let alone speak any coherent words. I just stare at her, waiting to be awoken from whatever trance I've fallen into.

She likes me? Why haven't I realised that? Well, you've been distracted. Great, now my mind is answering questions for me that I don't want the answers to. I don't know what to say to that. I don't know how to string together words to create a sentence that'll make sense to her.

She likes me but she slept with Pope? She used Pope to get back at me? To get over me? I don't understand, and if I could just speak, I'd be able to have all these frustrating questions answered, but I don't get the chance to reply as Pope is stepping over to us, concern etched on his face.

"You two okay?" I snap my head over to him, so caught off guard by his presence, but also very grateful at the same time that he showed up.

Kiara's head bobs. "Yep." She pushes past me, moving away from me and Pope to join John B and JJ, leaving me to stand and stare after her as I attempt to wrap my head around this.

Pope touches my arm, and I jerk out of the hole I've buried myself in inside my mind. "You okay?" I look to him, feeling this wave of guilt as I'm afraid I pushed Kiara into his arms. I'm afraid she attempted to get over me by pursuing Pope, and I know he really likes her, so it's just... unfair.

I nod mindlessly, stepping away from him. "I-I'm okay." No, I'm not, but what else do I say?

I just step away, moving to also join my brother and JJ as I don't want anyone to get suspicious if I just run away screaming which is something I lowkey want to do.

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𝖠𝖭 𝖧𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖱，𝖲𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖧 𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖪 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖠 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖣 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪 𝖨𝖭 𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖤𝖸𝖤 𝖲𝖮 𝖨 𝖣𝖮𝖭'𝖳 𝖨𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖪 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖣𝖠𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫．I didn't think it would, but I did hold hope that she would get some closure from her father.

Another reason to hate Ward Cameron, I suppose.

"Then that settles it, guys." JJ stands in front of us. "Now, y'all need to load up in the paddy wagon and get the heck out of Dodge right now." JJ is annoyingly right, but I don't want to say goodbye to my brother again just when I got him back.

"Right, you'll need supplies, and you'll have to split as soon as possible."

"Guys, I think it's too late."

We look in the direction that Kiara is looking in, and my heart sinks.

Coming straight for us are police boats. Their sirens flare as they speed in our direction, ready to capture my brother. My heart hammers in my chest, my throat tightens, and my skin tingles with the possibility of losing my brother after just getting him back. If they catch him, he'll be arrested and thrown in prison for a crime he didn't commit.

I can't lose him.

They must've followed Sarah here after Ward turned her in. I knew Ward couldn't be trusted, not even as Sarah's father.

"We have to find another way out."

"Stay on the beach with your hands in the air!" is yelled to us through the megaphone from the boat.

"Go now! Go!" Pope begins to sprint away first, and we follow pursuit as if anyone knows where to go, Pope knows. "Run! Come on!"

We barrel towards the water, not caring that the cops are quite literally behind us, probably ready to shoot if we continue to run. I look over my shoulder as I move forward, pushing through the water, and I see the cops stopping their boats to get out. "We've got to outrun them!"

I've said it once, I'll say it again, I hate running. Nobody should have to run unless it's your profession, but why would anyone willingly choose to run as a profession.

Okay, running── that's what I'm doing.

Focus, Brooke. Focus!

"Come on! Let's go!"

Sarah holds onto her gunshot wound, keeping the bandage pressed against it as we run. God, she shouldn't have to run, not after being shot just a few days prior. John B keeps his hands on her, staying close to her as he wants to keep her safe which, considering we're being chased by the police, is actually sweet.

"You're okay. You're okay."

We lift ourselves up and out of the water, moving back to land as we start to run through the woods, having no idea where we're running to. I'm lagging behind, struggling to keep up, but JJ hovers close to me. "Come on, Brooke!"

His hand presses into my back, pushing me forward with ease which I appreciate as I need something of a boost, I do.

As I run, using the little stamina I have, I keep peering over my shoulder, fearful that the cops are right behind us, ready to arrest my brother. We were supposed to have more time to clear his name, and now we're running for our lives once again.

I'm so sick of running.

The wet grass sticks to my bare legs as I run, sliding across the mud and dirt to catch up with my friends who seem to be a little further ahead than me. JJ stays behind me, keeping me going, and when I misstep and slip on the mud, JJ is right there to grab my arm and pick me back up.

Without him here, I think I'd give up despite not wanting my brother to be caught.

"Brooke, you good?" I don't know who yells that, but I find myself nodding instead of speaking as I can't suck in a large enough breath to actually find any words. I feel JJ's hand against my back, keeping me going as we come barreling towards more water.

Oh, fucking lovely.

The sweat dripping off my body mixed with the dirty water isn't something that feels nice in any kind of way, but I power through, grateful for slowing down as my body is burning up. As we move, I find the water riding upwards, now passing my stomach and ultimately becoming too deep for me to walk in.

Now I find those in front of me swimming which just means that I have to lift my legs and float to shore. I take a deep breath, lift my legs and force my tired body to swim.

This is some kind of sick joke, I swear.

We aren't in the water long, I'm just being dramatic because it's what I do best.

"Go!" John B and Sarah are first up and out of the water. They pull Kiara out, followed by Pope. "Get up!" I reach my hand out, tugging at my brother's as he pulls me up and out of the murky water. JJ is close behind me, pushing himself up out of the water and onto the grass.

"Go, go, go!"

Once we're back on land, we find ourselves hiding. We're crouched behind a tree while the cops in the water continue to move around in the search for us── the six runaway teenagers. A cramp forms in the base of my gut, pulsating as I attempt to bring air back into my lungs.

I'm afraid I may have to start running again, especially when I hear sirens coming straight for us, telling me that the cops are not just in the water, they're on the roads too.

Our luck has run out, of course it has.

The cop cars are surrounding us, and with each slam of the break brings out the armed police. Seriously, all this time and effort for one helpless teenage boy. What a waste, I tell you, when he isn't even the criminal.

"We're trapped. They surrounded us." Cops appear behind us having just emerged from the water, so we are literally surrounded with no chance of escaping, not when every officer has a gun pointed in our direction.

"What do we do?"

"There's no getting out of this. We gotta make a stand." JJ pulls his gun out of his back pocket, and I hear a click, indicating to me that he's turned the safety off. I instinctively reach out to grasp it from his grip. "What?"

"What are you doing?" I snap, keeping my hand wrapped around the barrel, attempting to pull it from him but he keeps a tight hold on it. "There is no way I am letting you shoot that thing. You'll die." I can't lose both my brother and JJ all in one go, I won't stand for it.

"He's gonna end up in jail, Brooklyn!"

John B steps over to us, taking the gun away from me and JJ before he gets the insane chance to shoot. He throws it down to the ground, his eyes flickering from me to JJ. "It's gonna be alright."

No, it's not. None of this is okay.

John B places one hand on my face and another on JJ's, and the touch alone is enough to bring a burning sensation behind my eyes. "John B──"

"It's okay, B." He nods to me, but he doesn't look so certain that everything will be okay, and that terrifies me. His hand drops from our faces, and my hand takes his as he takes a step back, not letting go of my hand until we're too far apart. "Here we go."

John B steps away as more cops begin to swarm us. JJ quickly kicks a pile of leaves over the gun, covering it before some halfwit cop actually bothers to notice. All eyes are trained on John B rather than on us, and I find that to be a rookie mistake. They should be watching out for us── his friend and sister── because I have this intense need to do something a little crazy and unlike me.

"John B!" I hate hearing Shoupe's voice more than anything else in the world. He, like Rafe and Ward Cameron, are at the top of my shit list, and forever, he shall remain. "Step out into the clearing! Get down. Do not move!"

"I'm surrendering!" John B yells, lifting his hands up slowly and reluctantly despite surrendering.

What I'm watching before me doesn't feel real, not to me. It feels like I'm having some kind of out-of-body experience where I'm just floating, watching this all unfold without actually being present, if that makes sense. My life doesn't feel real to me at this moment, not as I watch my brother step into the arms of the cops, surrendering for a crime he didn't commit.

"Stay right where you are." Shoupe looks directly at us, more me than anybody else, but he's still glaring in our direction, making sure we don't get any stupid ideas. Oh, if he knew what was going on in my head... "Keep your hands where we can seem them."

"Hey, listen, Shoupe, I wanna testify."

"It's about time." Shoupe begins to walk over to him with a group of cops following behind him. I stare, hands raised, but my body twitches to run forward and do something real that will capture everyone's attention. "Get down. Do not move a muscle. Everybody else, don't move." John B slowly begins to lower to the ground, his hands resting on the back of his head.

My blood quite literally boils as I stare at how wrong this entire picture is.

My eyes move, catching onto a familiar cop who I recognise to be the cop who we tricked when we were taken by DCS. He's moving past the cops, including Shoupe, just so he can reach John B, and he does something not even I except even though I should've seen it coming.

He yanks my brother off the ground harshly before pushing him back down, and that only fuels my anger more as my hands drop and I cry out, "Don't touch him!"

Does he listen? Does he fuck.

He's picking John B up again, throwing him back down like he's something to mess with, and my anger only continues to rage within, ready to be released if he continues to taunt with John B.
"Stop!" My friends are yelling, begging this stupid cop with a vengeance to give in. "Stop! Let him go!"

Thomas── the bastard cop who I plan on hurting── lifts his leg, knocking his foot into my brother's back. That's what breaks me, and I find myself pushing forward and past the cop who stands in front of us, making sure we don't get any wild ideas, but they should've known that I, as his sister, wouldn't just sit here.

I don't make it far, I didn't think it would, but I do my best to fight as hands grasp my shoulders, forcing me back before I can reach my brother who is still being kicked and beat by this bastard cop. "Let me go!" I scream, squirming away from the hold of this officer who shoves me down, luckily right next to my brother.

Just as I place a hand on John B's shoulder, I'm yanked back up and off the ground by the officer, away from his as Thomas continues his assault. "Get your dog off him!" I yell, continuing to squirm and fight against the hold this cop has on me. I hear my friends yelling, defending John B, but Shoupe isn't moving a muscle.

I stare, anger bubbling deep within that I can't wait to unleash once I break free of this guy's hold because, no offence, I will get out of this cop's hold, just you wait. "Oh, you──" I fight, eyes still laser focused on John B who is now being dragged off the ground by Thomas.

He stares my brother in the eye, his fist clenched, and I know where this is going before I have any kind of chance to escape. "This is for Peterkin," is all he says before his fist knocks into the side of my brother's face, consequently knocking him down to the ground with one final blow.

With all the kicking and fighting I do, I do manage to escape the hold of the cop that was holding me, and I scramble to the ground, joining my brother's side, but I only remain there for a couple seconds as I feel hands reaching out to grab me again.

John B is knocked out, unaware of what's going on around him, but he knows── even unconscious── that I am going to fight, and that's exactly what I do.

I reach my elbow up, hitting the cop behind me square in the jaw. He stumbles, freeing me, and once I have him off me, I charge forward, not giving a single fuck that the other cops have guns that could very well kill me in seconds.

I hear my friends call out my name, but everything around me falls silent as I charge towards Thomas who has turned away from me, now heading back to the car, letting somebody else cuff John B. I know Shoupe is yelling at me, demanding I step back, and while there's plenty of police who can grab me, they don't make it in time.

"Hey!" I yell, catching the attention of Thomas who turns quickly, facing me, and I don't even think. How can I think when my brother is unconscious behind me?

I raise my fist, punching Thomas in the nose without a second thought.

The moment I hear a crunch, either from my knuckles or his nose, I'm yanked back and a very shiny pair of handcuffs are slapped onto my wrists in seconds, so fast that I suspect they saw that coming. I stare forward, watching blood pour from Thomas's nose. He looks like he wants to kill me, and I can't fight that satisfying smirk from breaking out across my face as I laugh manically.

"That was for John B," I shoot back, spitting for good measure.

He looks just about ready to pounce on me like a rabid dog. "You bitch!"

As I'm pulled away, heading towards one of the many cop cars, I peer over my shoulder, eyes skimming over each of my friends who look horrified except for one, and that's the boy who was willing and ready to shoot a gun to defend my brother.

I wink over at JJ, grinning like a damn fool as the car door is opened for me. JJ watches, his head shaking as a beautiful smile brightens his face.

Safe to say that not only am I proud of myself, JJ is too, and that makes this situation all the more worth it. After all, the cops now have two Routledges in their custody. It's their lucky day, isn't it?

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❀ soph speaks

some tension between kie and brooke as kiara finally admitted her feelings *gulp*

i loved writing brooke being arrested for defending her brother's honour, even more so writing about jj being proud of his girl alright

they're more similar than y'all realise