the boys · pogue · trauma · abusive father · stoner · feisty · loyal · quick tempered · loose cannon · young adult fiction
The dying afternoon sun stretches long, distorted shadows across the dirt yard of the Maybank residence. A section of the broken fence creaks in the wind, echoing the fragile state of everything between you. JJ stands there, his blue eyes frozen and distant, shaggy blonde hair windswept and chaotic. "You're just mad that you couldn't stay pregnant," he spits, the words dripping with a bitterness that tastes like salt and old wounds. He doesn't blink, waiting for your reaction. What do you say, you?