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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There was something fundamentally wrong about seeing your childhood friend's home surrounded by cop cars and angry locals sharpening their pitchforks and torches.
Bianca's hands fumbled to shove her door open after she'd quickly swerved her car into park a parking spot on the side of the street. The trunk was sticking out and she couldn't remember if she locked her car, but the sight of Kelce's house bathed in red and blue flashing lights had her breath hitching in her throat.
Her feet faltered as she joined a crowd of people surrounding the house, a bunch of cop cars parked nearby. She ran a hand through her dark hair, coming to a stop in front of the onlookers.
"I think they'd got him trapped in his house," A red-headed woman beside her said.
"B!" Peeler came up from beside her, "It's John B- it's John B Routledge."
Bianca opened her mouth to protest- tell them it wasn't him who killed Peterkin, but she was cut off by a megaphone.
"All right, John B!" Shoupe spoke loudly into the megaphone, his voice echoing into the house, "It's Shoupe out here. We've got you surrounded- we don't want anymore bloodshed. We're coming in!"
"Fuck," Bianca cursed softly, her eyes widened- if John B really was there, they had to do something about it.
Her eyes darted towards where Shoupe stood beside Kelce whose lips were moving too fast to read, "He's in the laundry room around the corner from the kitchen."
"This your house?" Shoupe narrowed his eyes.
"Yes sir," Kelce nodded quickly.
"Your parents got him pinned in there?"
"No sir," Kelce shook his head, panting heavily, "That was all me- but I got my boy, Top, in there guardin' him."
Bianca's eyes widened at this- there was no way John B had a chance of getting out if Topper was with him, he was still infuriated that Sarah cheated on him. But the laundry room, that was easy, it wasn't hard to spot the vent that opened to the backyard. If only Bianca could-
Before she could take another step to try and help John B, a large hand wrapped around her arm and a cold chill ran down her spine. Bianca froze, her breath caught in her throat, she didn't even have to turn around to recognize the all too familiar grip.
"Don't move," His voice came as a low growl in her ear, his fingers tightening around her in a burning hold.
Bianca's breathing picked up as she watched Shoupe and his officers storm into Kelce's house, armed and ready to arrest a wrongly convicted, innocent sixteen year old boy.
