BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
and they drag them from place to place, f...
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𝟏𝟎𝟕. 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐨
told you so ──── paramore
( three pov's in this chapter ah )
warning: strong violence
✩ 𝐣𝐣'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖨 𝖣𝖮𝖭'𝖳 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶 𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖦𝖱𝖮𝖥𝖥 𝖶𝖤𝖭𝖳．
We've been inside this mausoleum for what feels like years, both of us unsure on what to say to the other. Emory's been pacing back and forth, muttering under her breath which has been driving me completely insane. I've been sitting on the floor, back against the door, staring forward at where I know my mother rests.
It irks me that this is where I'm hiding out. It irks me that I'm locked in here where my dead mother rests, where ancestors of my family lay. It irks me that Groff isn't back yet, that he's been gone for a while, making me start to consider the possibility that he's up and ditched us.
I know Emory thinks that already as I can hear her incessant murmuring.
"I hope the fucking ground has swallowed him up whole," Emory grumbles, hands on her hips as she walks back and forth. "That bastard." She scoffs, kicking her foot at the wall for the eighth time in the past ten minutes. "That no-good, conniving, smug-faced bastard."
I sigh loudly, flicking my eyes over to her. "Em."
"What, JJ?" She spins around, facing me. "Where is he? Tell me where that man is. Tell me why telling the cops to fuck off is taking hours."
"We've not been in here for hours," I reply, dragging my hand through my hair, agitated.
"I'm sorry, just an hour," she snaps, pulling her phone from her back pocket. "It's nearly been an hour and a half, JJ. Where is he?"
Well, in my defence, I didn't know that.
I lift my shoulders, shrugging. "I don't know."
"Do you not care?" She walks towards me, hands remaining on her hips, and when I meet her gaze, I find that she looks like a bitchy older sister with the way she's scowling at me, not that I say that out loud as she'd literally kill me. "Do you not care that he's fucking ran off with the lens that I had to pry off your dead mother?"
