Stella Vandenburg realizes that loving a criminal makes you just as guilty as they are
_lowercase intended in first TWO chapters only. otherwise, proper grammar is intended.
_fem!oc x rafe.
_enemies to lovers.
_a little oc x jj.
_season 1-3 complete...
I met up with the others at some random port I found. We escaped, but we had to leave John B behind because he ran off for some reason.
Pope saw JJ and Kie having a 'moment' of some sort, which a few months ago would've disappointed me, but now I can't give less of a shit.
Now, we're back in OBX. Back in paradise.
We arrived in the morning, and everyone's split up to reunite with our families.
I happily walk over to my house, almost unable to contain my excitement of telling my grandma everything that had happened.
I rush up the creaky stairs and knock on my front door.
I wait for a while to no answer.
Weird, I think to myself. Her car is here, so should she. Then I remember that she's usually out in the garden, pulling weeds or tending to her wide array of flowers.
But she's not there either.
Maybe she's asleep? I think to myself before picking up the spare key we have hidden under a plant pot and unlocking the rusty back door.
"Grandma?" I call out to no response. "Hello?"
Confused, I look around the house and see no one there.
Then my heart stops.
What if Singh got to her?
Then I shake the thought away, telling myself that's ridiculous. I just escaped. Plus, I don't think he cares that much, does he?
