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3. Personal Therapists

"Diego!" Millie yelled, storming in her own front door. She couldn't help but feel furious, if the police wouldn't help her, who would?

Of course, Diego wasn't home. He was probably out at a party, planning a party, or crashing a party.

It was how he coped whenever life felt like it was too much. Diego knew he had a baby sister to look after. But that was the problem. He could barely look after himself, how would this work?

The siblings' minds were filled with questions, they had to find their mom and make sure their dad didn't find out. God knows what he'd do if he did.

It was all up to Millie. And she had no idea what to do.

There was only one other person she was comfortable going to, who was in a similar situation to herself.

And back to the pogues she went.

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There was only one small problem. The pogues could be anywhere in the entirety of Outer Banks.

Millie had tried the Chateau, it was empty-and completely wrecked.

It had been almost an hour and Millie had gotten absolutely nowhere, and now she really had to use the toilet. The closest place would be a motel Millie once stayed at, refusing to go home after an argument with her dad. He had wanted her to come with him, and let Diego stay with their mom.

She denied him, and couldn't help but hate herself for even thinking of leaving her real family.

On the way to the motel, Millie silently observed the beauty of the island. Even after the storm, the palm trees stood proudly amid the sand, whilst the Sun drooped over everything, creating a warm atmosphere. The weather almost made Millie happy.

That was until she saw the motel.

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She must have taken a couple wrong turns because this was not any place Millie had ever stayed in. If it was, she would remember.

The entire building was a mess, the paint was scraped off and the walls yellow and grey. The wooden flooring had gaps every now and then, and it stank worse than the rotten fish at the markets.

Disregarding the disgust she felt, Millie entered a room at random, hoping it was slightly more hygienic than the rest of the building. She gently opened the door, not even bothering to think someone might actually be inside.

Someone like the pogues.

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"JESUS CHRIST FU-"

"Shut up JJ!" John B snapped. "What in the name of Agatha are you doing here?"

"Well I uh, I needed to go to the toilet, and it was the closest place but I completely forgot people actually stayed at this shithole so I just came in without knocking or anything I'm so sorry but I can go if-"

John B grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed, so she would sit and hopefully, shut up.

He signaled her to be quiet in hopes of having a few more seconds of silence before they left.

Unfortunately, the sounds of heavy footsteps were headed their way, and the trio had no choice but to leave.

Through the window.

Millie laughed silently at the thought as it became reality, she felt oddly thrilled.

Since John B was the last to leave, Millie was stuck beside JJ, who had to grab onto the girl to prevent their deaths. Whilst, Millie tried her best to stifle her silent laughter, JJ felt incredibly anxious, and thought she was psychotic.

Was she not afraid of getting caught by the police?

JJ glanced inside the room, just to find Shoupe and another officer take some money out of the safe he opened. It was ridiculous, how they justified their actions thanks to their status.

"Hey JJ." Millie whispered, "On a scale from 1 to 10, how turned on are you?"

JJ looked down at the girl in disbelief. She pointed down at his man bits, it was slightly obvious.

"I can't fucking believe you right now."

Millie rolled her eyes.

"I could say the same for you, Maybank."

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The pogues bickered amongst themselves after realizing all the possessions JJ had stolen, putting all of them, including Millie, at risk.

John B seemed isolated in the corner of the boat. Millie made her way to him, mentally preparing herself for the conversation ahead of her.

"Hey, uh, John B?" He nodded for her to go on,"How do you do it? I mean I know Big John can't actually be gone. And my mom can't either. I know she's not. If she was I'd feel it. It's be something big, a sense of loss. But it's nothing John B. And that means she's out there."

Millie felt emotional, but the tears just wouldn't make their way to her eyes.

"He's not your fucking personal therapist Millie." JJ spat out.

Admittedly, he was jealous. Millie had a mother to lose. And even so, she had a rich dad and a brother who cared.

Sure he had the pogues, but having a bond with the people who share your blood was something special he was never understand.

Millie scoffed. In no way did this include JJ.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion JJ." Millie rolled her eyes.

"That's great guys. JJ, stop being a dick. Millie stop being a, well dick."

"I'll be leaving now." Millie stated. How on earth was she being a dick for asking some advice?

"Look, we're gonna meet up in the Chateau in a bit. No guarantees that we'll tell you everything but, I'll try to help, okay?" John B silently whispered to the girl.

Deep down, Millie really wanted to go.

But she also knew John B didn't have answers. All that would have happened was more arguing with JJ and she didn't have the time for that.

There was still one person who would help.

Who hopefully would care enough to help.

Jacob Perez.

Her dad.