❪ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗚𝗡𝗘 & 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 ❫

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━
oh god. ╱ season one, episode three.
❛ 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝖽𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒,
𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, ❜
TW: CHILD ABUSE, READ WITH CAUTION

KENNEDY WASN'T much of a kook at heart, sure, she enjoyed the money, the clothes, but everything else was a burden. She hated the stuffy people crowding her, locking her in a box. They were so content with living in this toxic and privileged environment, that she felt as if she was the only one that wanted to break free. The people around her were strangers, looking for a reason to judge her. There wasn't much of a smile wavering on Kennedy's face these days, now a permanent glare was glued to her features as she went around Outer Banks.

People didn't seem to notice the dramatic change in Kennedy's energy, all they seemed to notice was the lack of people around her. Kennedy usually had her friends glued to her side, but lately, no one but herself walked around to her favorite stores.

Kennedy was lonely, there were thousands of instances when she reached to text or call Riley, but she stopped herself. He didn't want to be around her, and she was stuck with that reality. She missed him, the other half of herself wasn't around and it killed her. Sarah was busy and avoided her house like the plague. Something went down with Topper, which Sarah refused to tell her about, so she hasn't seen a lot of Sarah since the party last night.

The Thornton House was deadly quiet, as the young blonde made her way through the halls, headphones blasting as she ignored the world around her. Her family had been non-existent since the hurricane, the aftermath was left with a bunch of workers outside with her mother ordering them around. But after that, her mother disappeared. Or so she thought.

She didn't expect the woman to be standing by the coffee maker, a stoic face apparent hearing the patter of her daughter's feet as she entered the vast kitchen. "Good morning dear,"

Kennedy smiled falsely, pushing her headphones off her head and letting them rest on her neck, "Hey Mom,"

"What's your plan today?"

Kennedy paused in thought as she pulled the orange juice out of the fridge, "Not much I think,"

"No Riley?" The woman commented in curiosity, sipping her coffee awaiting the blonde's answer.

Kennedy sighed, glaring at the glass of fresh orange juice in front of her, not wanting to give her mother the full truth, "I just haven't had the time to hang with him,"

"Interesting," Cynthia mused, her tone holding something back, "I thought it might be because he's been on lockdown since his fight with his father,"

The blonde's stomach dropped, her eyes shot to the woman, "W-What happened,"

"Jason called me last night," Cynthia explained, placing her empty coffee cup in the sink, "Apparently, Riley freaked out on him after he confronted him about the rumors about what happened at the Boneyard a few nights ago. Which he should be punished for, those pogues are lowlifes, I wasn't surprised to hear about Luke's kid having a gun, but I assume you already know about that, "

Guilt and panic washed over her Kennedy, she refused to make eye contact with her mother as she swallowed, "We didn't know they would do that,"

"You need to think Kennedy, you shouldn't be around them," Cynthia started, moving towards her daughter, grabbing the short kook's face in her hands, "You've done so well since last summer, we wouldn't want a repeat now would we?"

She was talking about JJ.

Kennedy shifted back so her mom's hands fell off her face, "You don't know anything about last summer,"

A hard glare washed over Cynthia's face, "I know that you turned into someone I barely even recognized because of that degenerate,"

Kennedy's face fell, her heart plummeting because of the name that left her lips, "Mom, you know it wasn't like that, you just didn't like I was hanging around a pogue,"

"No Kennedy," The woman's voice turned to pure ice, "What I didn't like was that the deadbeat boy you glued yourself to was changing you,"

"Mom, he was making me happier," Kennedy's voice cracked, the truth that plagued her was finally coming out, tears brimming at her eyes, "He made me feel things that I've never felt before, he taught me how to be my own person,"

Cynthia's hand gripped Kennedy's chin roughly, making the girl cease her words, "No, what he was doing was corrupting you, that's why I made you stop seeing him in the first place, we can't have the news of you dating a pogue get out, what the hell do you think that would do to our name? He was ruining you and I luckily got there just in time before he took you completely away,"

Kennedy stiffened, her heart practically pounded out of her chest, defiance seeped into her bones as she glared at her mother, "You know nothing about him, he wasn't this person that was corrupting me, he saved me from you, from this fucking place. You care more about our fucking name than the happiness of your daughter. You are the reason I strayed, you always destroy every good thing in my life and I've never hated anyone more than yo-"

A harsh slap echoed throughout the spacious kitchen, silence quickly fell in its wake. Kennedy breathed heavily as she gripped her face tightly, hoping that the pressure would stop the throbbing. Surprise was written all over her face, she never thought her mother would ever lay a hand on her. The women stared at the girl emotionlessly, and it only made the pit in Kennedy's stomach bigger.

"What's going on in here?"

Kennedy whipped her head around to see her brother and Rafe staring at them in confusion. Kennedy didn't say a word as she straightened up, a glare twisting on her lips as she stared at her mother.

"Nothing much," Her mother replied, a tight-lipped smile on her face, "What're you boys up to today?"

An incredulous gaze wafted onto Kennedy's face as her mother refused to make eye contact with her. Everything was too much for her to accept right now. She couldn't believe that she finally let her true feeling escape and she was rewarded with a harsh slap to the face. She couldn't believe the woman in front of her would just bounce back after, she couldn't believe that she didn't even apologize.

"We were planning on going to the golf course today, play a few holes," Topper answered, trying to ignore the tension and anger wafting off the short blonde.

"Good, Kennedy will go with you," Cynthia remarked, sending Kennedy a stern look. "This isn't an option, you're going,"

"Fuck you," The blonde sent her a look of amazement, but she turned to the boys, "I'll be ready in twenty,"

Kennedy didn't wait for their reply as she stalked out of the kitchen, her heart ached in her chest feeling the weight of the event that happened in the kitchen moments ago. Tears brimmed in her eyes, a hopeless pain flooded her chest, no one cared, no one said a thing. The two boys should've seen the red mark on her cheek, they should've said something. But they stayed silent, as per usual, kooks never seem to change.

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THE SUN WAS cruel as it washed over Kennedy, she was left exposed in the vast golf course, nothing was aiding the heat. Sweat prickled at her hairline, making her conscious of the makeup covering the bruise that was the aftermath of her mother's slap. The boys have been in their own world since they arrived, they've barely acknowledged Kennedy's existence. Kennedy couldn't blame them, she was stuck in her own world too.

The blonde hadn't been bothered to grab her golf clubs, finding the sport boring and annoying when she felt like this. Granted, she detested golf and never golfed a day in her life, but her parent's still made her get her own set. Kennedy wanted to say no but she feared her mother would hurt her even more, both emotionally and physically.

Kennedy couldn't even fathom what the hell just happened to her, she was stuck, scared to do anything now knowing her mother would lay a hand on her. It made her stomach flip with fear thinking about how quick her mother did what she did. Kennedy hated the grip her mother had on her, she hated how she wasn't able to do a single thing without her permission. She controlled her life and Kennedy wanted nothing more than to run away exactly how her sister did.

"Man, that party was insane," Topper commented, the boy giddy and excited as they walked to the next hole, "I mean, my first thought when I did the line was, "Bro do we have enough?" It was crazy,"

Kennedy rolled her eyes at his words, her disgusted expression hidden by her sunglasses. But she cringed further hearing Rafe agree, "I know right, it was good shit,"

"Hey, you uh... you didn't tell Sarah, did you?"

Kennedy perked up at his words, confused how Sarah didn't know in the first place. But she could tell her brother didn't want to destroy his image for her, even though the girl already knew. The blonde kept her mouth shut wanting to hear Rafe's reply.

The boy snorted, focusing on his aim with the golf club, "Are you kidding me, man? The way she runs her mouth, hell no,"

Kennedy's face twisted in anger at his words, she waited for Topper to say something, to defend his girlfriend, but the boy just stayed silent. The blonde stared at them furiously as Rafe casually swung and hit the ball, sending it towards an old man that was focusing on his shot.

"Hey, come on now!"

Rafe laughed to himself, flipping off the old man a few yards away, "Shut up!"

Topper smiled at his words, "Geezers!"

"Guys, that's so rude," Kennedy quips, her lips forming in a tight line. "They're just trying to play golf, they're not bothering anyone,"

Rafe sent her an annoyed glance, "They shouldn't be taking so long anyway,"

"Whatever asshole," Kennedy mumbled, her eyes scanning towards the old men who went back to their game as if nothing happened.

"Woah, Woah, Woah," Rafe blurted out, eyes casted down the hill.

Topper scrunched his eyebrows up in the same manner as Kennedy did, "Hey what?"

"I don't think he's a member, do you?"

Kennedy's stomach dropped, finding their gaze on an innocent Pope as he carried groceries, Kennedy assumed for a member of this club. She sent the Cameron boy a confused glance, "Rafe, what the fuck are you getting at?"

"It's fine, just...just let him go," Topped immediately connected the dots, "Alright, let's go got get your ball, come on,"

"They put a gun to your head, Bro," Rafe remarked, his eyes filling with a rage Kennedy's never seen before.

"That's fine, it's fine, let's go,"

"Pope didn't do anything Rafe, it was all JJ," Kennedy hissed, gripping his arm tightly, trying to avoid the mess that would eventually erupt. The blond instantly shoved Kennedy harshly, a look of mischievous washed over his face making a chill run down Kennedy's spine.

Topper saw the panic on Kennedy's face and immediately spoke up, "Hey Rafe, Rafe! Let's go get your ball man,"

The words did nothing to the boy as he continued down the path towards where Pope was walking. Kennedy's muscles tightened in worry as Rafe stopped the boy. "Rafe please, he didn't do anything,"

"Hey, what's up man?" The frantic words were ignored as Rafe stalked up to the boy, pointing the end of his golf club to stop Pope, "Hey, how much for one of those beers?"

Pope sent him a stern glance, "They're not for sale,"

"Oh, wait, wait, wait, you can just give us one then, right?"

Kennedy anxiously bit her lip watching the stare down ensue between the two boys, "Rafe, please just leave him alone, he's not doing anything wrong,"

Pope turned his gaze to her but quickly turned his attention back to Rafe, "Or you can order one, like everybody else,"

"Listen, wait, wait, wait," Rafe stared, a smug chuckle escaping his lips, as he stopped Pope yet again, "You're not listening to me, you've got so many bro, and we've got nothing,"

Topper nodded along with a cocky smile, "Got nothin',"

"They're not even mine, they're already paid for, okay?" Pope concluded, sending Kennedy a hopeless glance.

"Guys, you heard him," Kennedy hissed, pushing Topper lightly, "Let's just leave him alone,"

"Already paid for?" Rafe mumbled, examining the bags, hooking his golf club on one of the handles, "You probably stole 'em right?"

Instantly Rafe broke the bag, letting all the contents spill onto the sandy ground. The sound of glass shattering caught Kennedy's attention as a jar broke on impact. Her heart thudded in her chest knowing that it was only gonna get worse from here.

"What the hell? You owe me for that!" Pope seethed, anger flooding off of him in waves.

Rafe quickly took a swing at the other bag and Pope's hand instantly let go of it trying to avoid getting with the club. With a glare of hatred wafting on his face, Rafe made his way towards Pope, "Dude, I don't owe you shit, Pogue, buy your own shit-"

Pope immediately shoved him, sending Rafe stumbling backward. Topped sent Pope a glare, "Hey, come on man, we just wanted one of these beers, just give us one of these-"

Topper gripped the box of beers, struggling to rip it from Pope's grasp, the pogue was completely surprised by the sudden struggle, "You guys are freaking crazy,"

"Give us the beer man!"

Pope lost his grip and tumbled to the ground when he made an impact, his head hit a small rock that was buried in the sand. Blood seeped from the cut, making Kennedy let out a gasp at the sudden injury.

"Shit!" Topper exclaimed, the blood coming into view. "Shit, my bad man,"

"Guys enough! Leave him alone!" Kennedy demanded, her voice wavering from everything happening in front of her.

Pope jumped up to his feet, stumbling over towards Topper, attempting to fight back, but he quickly got stopped as a golf club got shoved harshly into his stomach. The small blonde's heart dropped watching her boyfriend hit Pope roughly on the back with the golf club.

"Rafe, what the fuck! Stop it!" Kennedy seethed, disgust washing over her seeing a side of Rafe she's never seen before. The blonde ran to grab the golf club from Rafe's hands but Topper looped his arm around her waist to stop her, she glared at him incredulously as she struggled to get out of his grip, "Topper, let me fucking go,"

"Stay down, bitch!"

Kennedy felt like she was going to throw up, this whole incident has made her sick to her stomach. Her face paled as she stumbled out of Topper's grip and down to Pope's level, feeling anger seeing the grimace of pain wavering on his face. The boy flinched seeing Kennedy next to him, but she pushed it off, "Are you okay?"

"Knock it off, Rafe, come on!" Topper ordered, attempting to shove Rafe away, "Seriously Rafe!"

A shriek slipped past Kennedy's lips, the shadow of the golf club above her, and Pope made her jump away. Her heart thudded against her chest seeing the club land next to the boy breathing heavily in pain a few inches away from her. She reached up to grip her chest in an act to slow down her heartbeat. Ringing thumped in her ear as she could barely keep up with anything that was being said. Kennedy's gaze was glued to Rafe with a look of terror, completely shocked that he would ever do anything like this.

Rafe dropped down to Pope's level and lightly slapped his face to get his attention, "We don't want you over here, you got that? Stay off Figure Eight Pogue,"

Oh my god.

Kennedy felt a harsh grip on her upper arm, attempting to pull her to her feet. Looking up to see Rafe, she instantly recoiled in his touch. She hated his hands on her, Kennedy snapped her head to give him a glare, "Get your hands off of me,"

"Kenn, we got to go," Rafe mumbled, attempting to grab her one more time, but she flinched away.

"Get the hell away from me," Kennedy hissed, tears began starting to fall down her cheeks as she looked at Pope spitting out blood, she turned back up to Rafe, "You're a monster,"

"Whatever Bitch," Rafe fired back, scoffing as he watched her cradle Pope's chin to inspect the damage, "Have fun with your little pogue,"

Topper watched in shock as Rafe called his name. Kennedy could tell he regretted this whole interaction, but you can't take this kind of thing back. Kennedy sent him an angered stare, "Go with your loser friend, and don't bother waiting for me, I'd rather die than have to be in your presence right now,"

The boy wordlessly walked away, leaving the small blonde to glance back down at the boy next to her, "Pope, I'm so sorry,"

The boy stared at her in disgust, "Get away from me,"

"Pope please," Kennedy began, her voice cracking at the harshness of his words, "Please, I had no idea this was going to happen, let me help, please,"

Pope examined her for a moment, trying to see if she was lying. But with her pleading features and tears, he knew she wasn't whatsoever. He coughed, spitting out the remainder of the blood that was in his mouth, "Fine, just help me pick up this stuff,"

Kennedy nodded hastily, scrambling up to her feet, "Yeah, of course,"

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KENNEDY HAD NEVER been a fan of silence, it always gave the real and troubling thoughts a chance to break through the quiet. And that's what it felt like as she followed Pope onto his father's boat with the broken contents of his grocery delivery. She had finally gotten a break from the sun as she waltzed onto the boat, she felt a calmness run through her at the rocking sensation of the water under the boat.

A look of regret washed over her face seeing the disappointed and lost look resting on Pope's face. She gave him a sorrowful glance as she walked up to him and placed a soft hand on his shoulder, "Can I clean up that cut for you?"

"No," The boy clipped coldly, not bothering to look down the short blonde.

"Pope, please, it's gonna get infected," Kennedy pleaded, the coldness of the boy making her stomach drop, "You helped me when I was having a panic attack, so let me help you now,"

The boy finally dropped his gaze, giving her a small nod, "Fine, just hurry, I don't need anyone knowing that this happened,"

"Pope, it's not your fault," Kennedy replied, following the boy as he made his way to a bench so she could help him at her level, "I still can't even comprehend what happened, I never would've thought Rafe would ever do something like that,"

There was a pause between the two as she dug through her purse for her first aid supplies. A sigh escaped her lips as she clutched the small bottle of peroxide, a handkerchief, and a few bandages. Pope sent her a confused look once she saw the first aid supplies but she didn't register it.

"I hate to be the one to tell you this Kennedy, but that's the true nature of Rafe," Pope mumbled, soon hissing as Kennedy dabbed the handkerchief on the cut on the edge of his forehead.

Kennedy sighed hopelessly, her voice wavering still flustered by everything that happened, "I'm starting to see that now,"

"If you don't mind me asking," Pope started, feeling Kennedy place the bandage softly on his forehead, "Why do you have first aid supplies in your purse?"

"Rafe," Kennedy softly replied, placing the remnants of the supplies back in her purse, "When we go to parties he gets into fights a lot and it's easier to patch him up when I have the stuff I need on hand,"

"Damn, that sucks," Pope commented.

"Trust me, I know," Kennedy laughed lightly, sending him a small smile, "Not exactly how I want to be spending my time at parties,"

"Why are you even with him?" Pope boldly asked, Kennedy, shot him a surprised glance which made him backpeddle, "If you don't mind me asking,"

"It's a lot different on the Figure Eight," Kennedy began, jumping up on the counter next to the steering wheel, "Image means a lot to my family, and I have a lot of expectations I have to live up to, and Rafe's family is spoken highly of, so Rafe seems like a good suitor, in my family's eyes at least,"

Pope scrunched up his eyebrows in thought, "Do you even love him?"

"I did at one point," Kennedy softly uttered, remembering the first few months they started dating, "But when you're not in the best relationship, the love eventually fades,"

"So now you're with him because of your family?"

Kennedy sighed, her eyes falling to her hands, "Yeah basically, not really my choice at this point,"

"That's not true," Pope piped in, Kennedy's head shot up at the words, "If you're not happy, leave, the thing is, your family can only tell you what to do for so long, and there will be a day when you tell them you're done, and you can decide what day that is,"

"That's a lot harder than it looks Pope," The small blonde uttered, folding her hands in her lap.

The boy shrugged, "You just gotta have the right motivation,"

"Pope!" A loud voice interrupted the conversation between the two, Kennedy's heart throbbed knowing exactly who it was, recognizing that voice anywhere. "Dude, you are not going to believe what just happened to me, man! That was the best one hundred bucks I've ever made! When I say count me in on all these grocery deliveries, Pope I mea-"

JJ paused his sentence, seeing Kennedy sitting across from Pope, the small blonde gave him a small nod, "Hey,"

"What the hell is she doing here?" JJ interrogated, walking up to the two with suspicion in his eyes, but it all fell when he saw the bandage and busted lip on Pope, "What the hell happened to you?"

"Rafe and Topper jumped him," Kennedy replied, jumping off the small counter as she felt JJ's steely gaze glued to her movements.

"And what? Did you just stand there and watch?" JJ jeered, his eyes turning to slits.

"No she tried to stop them, but they wouldn't listen," Pope defended her, standing up so JJ's attention would turn to him, "They said no pogues on their side of the island,"

JJ clenched his jaw, sending Pope a calculated glare, "What're gonna do?"

"Alright," Kennedy clapped nervously, grabbing her purse and throwing it over her shoulder, "This seems like we're getting into the illegal territory, so I'm just gonna head out, don't really wanna be an accomplice today, thanks for the chat Pope, I'll see you guys tomorrow right?"

Pope nodded, his eyes looked cloudy as if he wasn't really listening, "See ya,"

"What? living the life of crime too pogue for you?" JJ gritted out, watching her snort at his words.

"Nah, I'd just rather not get a slap to the face by my mother if I get caught," Kennedy concluded as a joke, but JJ and Pope's faces fell slightly at her words but she shook it off, "Oh by the way if you're looking to get back at my brother, he just so happens to have a beautiful new Wakesetter at your disposal, don't have too much fun, alright?"

With that Kennedy stepped off the boat and waltzed off, her shoulders feeling weirdly less heavy than they were thirty minutes ago. The two boys sent her a look of amazement, their eyes glued to her retreating figure until she was out of sight.

"Did she really just?" Pope asked, trying to confirm what the hell just happened.

"Yep,"

"Man, she really hates her family," Pope mumbled to himself as he started the engine.

JJ didn't say anything, eyes still glued to where he last saw Kennedy. With his eyebrows furrowed and his mind racing, he couldn't get over the mischievous glint in her eyes and the tempting smile spilling on her lips as she walked away. His heart thudded lightly in his chest remembering it was the exact same look that made him fall the first time.

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I really hate this chapter, the writing it garbage but whatever!

There's a lot going on but we have a turning point here, looks like Rafe and kennedy are gonna be ending really soon 🤭

I'm really excited for the things coming up and there will be a ton of jennedy in the upcoming chapters!

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