i stepped out of the twinkie and out into the fresh air and smile, god it was good to be out. walking towards the front of the chateau i can hear voices from inside immediately recognising them and slowly tiptoed towards the door, john b walking infront of me

see, we decided not to tell the pogues i was getting out and just suprise them. my brother opens the door with the groceries in hand and says hi to everyone. as everyone is sucked into reading something together, they don't realise as i creep into the house and in the kitchen next to my brother. he hands me some bread to make a sandwich

"hey do we have any peanut butter?" i say loudly, not actually caring about making a sandwich as i ate in the van

everyone's heads spin round after hearing my voice and they all run up to me and hug me, shouting excitedly. they took me to the sofa and we all sat down together as they asked me loads of questions about being locked up for a year.

"are you okay, how was it?" kiara asked
"yeah were you safe, did you get hurt?" pope asked
"did you get stabbed?" jj smirked at me thinking he was funny

"yes yes and yes, it wasn't too bad, it could've been worse. there was this woman, lucy, she always spoke about her kids waiting for her at home, i was so happy when she got out, she called me from her home and i spoke to her kids. they were the sweetest little things ever, she even brought them to visit me once! but yes jj i got stabbed by one of the cooks, i made the mistake of saying her casserole tasted like it was made out of shit and gravy and she didn't like that, got a cool scar though" i laughed, lifting up my shirt and showing them the scar on the right side of my stomach

i filled them all in on everything that happened and they did the same, talking about all the gold and shit that dad used to talk about all the time, i can't believe he's still missing, i remember john b visiting me and telling me, my response was "he'll turn up eventually, he'll be okay, i bet he's on an expedition or something" and now he's been missing for months. it's crazy, i miss him so much, even remembering how crazy he'd get

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