𝘼 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙆 𝙐𝙋 is never
the best way to begin
summer holidays, but
maybe Lauren and her
new Pogue friends
weren't ready for
what was coming next.
𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 Lauren Martins, heartbroken from her previous relationship, falls for a blon...
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Outer Banks, Figure-Eight September 4th, 2020 3:47pm
"Miss Martin?" a voice called through the room, making me rotate.
"Yes, hello," I walked over to the officer, my heart beating loudly in my chest.
I had reasons to be anxious, since I knew how bad the outcomes would be, for me but for everyone else, after this visit in Kildare's Prison. Indeed, thanks to the enormous amount of money we had given to the Pogue Community, they had better infrastructures and were treated or at least considered a little better by the Kook community, but it still wasn't perfect. The prison was still on this side of the island since judicial injustice had kept on going and so the cops basically arrested more Pogues than Kooks, which perpetuated the clichés: Pogues were the riffraff, Kooks were well educated.
We didn't give the entirety of the gold's value to the Pogue Community though, we kept most of it for us and our families, which allowed the Carreras to renovate the Wreck, the Heyward to finally devote their lives to something else than their seafood, and to JJ to get a house. His dad somehow ended up in jail, for cocaine smuggling, apparently, but JJ didn't talk about it too much. I, for one, had given most of it to my family and paid for the university in advance, since I planned on integrating an Art College.
JJ also bought me a diamond ring, no matter how much I told him I didn't need or want it. He had no idea how o show me his love and so for him, offering me the most expensive ring he found was a way to tell me he loved me a billion times, I assumed.
JJ and I also wanted to book a trip to Paris but my parents of course didn't allow it to happen, since they reminded us we were only teenagers and we couldn't just leave to travel alone all the way to the other side of the globe. JJ not having a passport made things harder anyways. I spent most of my days at JJ's house, since he lived there alone and it was a little too big for him alone. He didn't go full Kook and stayed on the Cut, but at least he got himself a better house than the one he had grown up in, and I appreciated it highly.
Our love had only grown stronger, we had shared more things than we ever thought we would, and it made me realise how lucky I was to have him. He was an angel fallen from heaven, he was caring, sweet, kind, and I wouldn't have traded him for anything in the world. But here I was, visiting my ex-boyfriend in prison, since he'd spend the rest of his life there and part of me believed I was right to feel guilty about it.
The officer led me to a small room where a table and two chairs were installed, and I was stunned to discover that there wasn't any physical barrier between me and where Rafe would sit. I expected at least a window pane, but apparently, they trusted Kooks enough not to protect their visitors from them, even when they were psycho murderers. "We'll bring him to you in a minute. Once he joins you, you have ten minutes, if you want to leave before, just knock at the door, we'll come get you," he instructed, to what I nodded.
