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XXXVI. if we have each other
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JJ Maybank loved Dylan Jennings. It was a platonic friendship but there was no doubt they were soul mates, twin flames, if you must. She got him and he got her. She was always the first person to offer him a place to stay when his dad went on his drunken rampages. She was a kind soul, a gentle person, and along with John B, they were like brothers and sister. JJ always wanted a sibling. He trusted the girl with his whole life. He cursed the world for giving him the short end of the stick with a shitty father and a runaway mother, but he never had to worry about Dylan leaving him.
She sat on the couch with him as he slept off the drunken state he was in. His bruises were on display and she couldn't stop looking at them. The tears from before stopped but they reappeared again and she closed her eyes, feeling them slide down her face.
Pope walked inside and saw her silently crying. "Hey," he spoke quietly to not wake JJ up. "I-I know it's probably stupid to ask, but. . . are you okay?"
Dylan breathed out a laugh and opened her eyes, wiping away the tears. "Um, I know I should say yes, but, no. No, I'm not okay." She admitted.
He watched her stand up from the couch and walk into the kitchen. He quickly followed her. "Hey, hey. . ."
She covered her mouth with her forearm as she felt a cry come out. "I'm just–I'm so tired of acting like everything's okay. I'm tired of being fake." She whimpered out.
Pope walked towards her. "D, you're not fake—"
"But I am," she whisper yelled and turned to him, her brown eyes shining with tears. "I have been acting like this perfect girl my entire life because I live on the rich side of the island. I-I've done everything by the book my entire life and I. . . I don't know it's not enough."
Pope reached forward and gently grabbed her arms. "Dylan, I. . ."
When he paused, she continued. "And I. . . I-I feel like I can't even live in my own body because I feel so uncomfortable. I can't even tell my parents that's I'm scared to walk by men because I'm afraid of what they're thinking of me. I-I-I feel violated all the time and I can't stop thinking about. . . I can't stop thinking about Barry and that gun. I-I—" she couldn't catch her breath. Tears streamed down her face.
