Hurricane Agatha was a godsend. A pure and complete miracle. And John Booker Routledge would forever be in her glorious debt.
Without her the DCS would be knocking down the Chateau's ratty ass door, dragging him out to foster care, and his half-sister back to her birth mother.
Not to be dramatic or anything, but John B was pretty sure he'd rather die than go to foster care.
Because, a) He could take care of himself, b) He'd probably never see the Pogues again, and b) His dad wasn't fucking dead.
Besides, he would never let Lu go back to her mother. Ever.
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Slipping Through My Fingers | John B Little Sister
FanfictionJohn B Routledge struggles with his loyalties to the Pogues and his responsibility for his half-sister. __________________________________________________________________________________ "Kids can't take care of kids." Fuck that. "You just need to...
