book 1 of 4
ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but ev...
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Bianca didn't know how long had passed since the four of them stood in that hot tub, the steam wafting around and the heat searing their skin. It may have been minutes or hours before they managed to get JJ to loop an arm around Pope's neck with her on the other side.
"JJ," Bianca began as they headed towards the Chateau, "You need to get this checked out- at like, a hospital-"
At this, JJ's body jolted, cold dread washing over him, "No- no-"
"Dude this looks bad," Pope agreed, sending a sideways glance to Bianca with Kiara trailing behind them, "You could have internal bleeding or something."
"No hospitals," JJ whispered lowly, any progress towards the Chateau halting as he did.
"JJ, you need-" The girl pleaded hoarsely.
"I don't fucking need anything," He let out a small groan, his half-lidded gaze casted over to Bianca, "I just need you, please. You can fix me," He huffed, "I know you can."
Bianca let out a small scoff– as if he was broken. As if he needed fixing. He was perfect all over. She was the one with flaws.
Their gazes fought a quiet domineering match. Bianca stared at him, breaking all over again at his desperate words. He won, with those begging, bloodshot eyes drawing her out.
Once they brought him inside, Bianca ordered the boy to sit on the closed toilet seat and he complied, holding onto his midsection. Kiara had left John B's spare clothes, towels and a first aid kit on the sink.
"We'll be right outside if you need us," Pope nodded towards the girl before shutting the bathroom door behind her. Blood pounded a rough rhythm in Bianca's ears, drowning out every one of JJ's pained groans.
"I don't think you'll need stitches," Bianca said as she reached for the first aid kit, "Just some disinfecting. It's going to hurt. Kie bought some of John B's clothes for you-"
JJ's head lolled to the side slightly, "If you want to see me naked, just say so, baby," He joked, feigning indifference with a forced chuckle. But Bianca saw right through his busted and bloodied lip, abraded jaw and black eye. This was nothing like she times she'd caught the cuts and bruises he was sporting on his face and body. This was worse.
Bianca came to stand between his parted legs, her fingers grazing his wounded jaw and she ached at his battered and marred face, "You're drunk, JJ," She mumbled.
Bianca picked up the disinfectant and a few cotton pads. JJ's head was turned her way, watching her pour the rubbing alcohol on the swab. His eyes shuttered closed as he released a mixture between a breathless groan and a rough exhale when she dabbed it over his wounds. He didn't say a word, but winced through clenched teeth when she cleaned the split skin near his temple.
