apogueforlife

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

[I flashed JJ an amused smirk and a head shake when I heard his cocky remark to the officers while you could practically hear Pope's heart pounding rapidly as he pushed firmer on the throttle to get more distance between the boat and the marina. None of that mattered now though. Sarah was safe... At least for now, and I fully intended to keep it that way. Now it was only a matter of reaching a place where we could get Sarah the medical attention she likely needed, but her father and deranged family wouldn't find out about it. More than anything, I just wanted Sarah and the others safe. Her father knew a lot of people though, so it was going to be a challenge, to say the least. Given all the challenges and hell the pogues have been through over the years, I was confident we had this one too. Let's hope my confidence would pay off this time around]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

[I couldn't help but to smile when I heard Sarah confess that she trusts me. It boded well for me that she did because let's be honest, our plans were far from successful the majority of the time. Let's hoped this latest plan wouldn't be one of those failed missions. Either way, though, I wasn't going down without a fight. Especially knowing I held Sarah's life in my hands right now, too] I got you. [I replied reassuringly as I heard her urgency for us to go. At that, I didn't hesitate to pick up my pace toward the boat where Kie was waving us down. JJ got into the boat first, then offered his help as I carried Sarah and I into the boat. Fortunately for us, Pope had already started up the boat] Everyone lay low... Let's get out of here without anyone seeing our faces. [I instructed. It was a fifty-fifty shot that someone would recognize Pope, Kie, or JJ, but Sarah and I definitely needed to keep ourselves low and out of notice at all costs. We were close now... About to put some necessary space between us and Sarah's father, so we couldn't blow it now. I thought to myself as I grabbed some towels I found on the floor of the boat and covered Sarah and I with them as Pope put the boat into gear and worked to get us out of this harbor as quickly yet subtly as possible. The key now was to avoid bringing any unnecessary attention to us so we had to remain low and act as naturally as we could]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

No matter what, we'll figure it out. That's one thing about the Pogues... Are track record and planning aren't always great, but we always find a way to get our asses out of trouble. [I joked. Not that this was a time for jokes or quips but I figured Sarah wouldn't mind the a slight break from the stress and obvious worry she was feeling currently] Besides, when plan A doesn't work, we've got like twenty-five other letters to work through. [I said optimistically while a smirk creased my lips. JJ leading the way; pausing briefly to as we came to openers to make sure nobody was around to catch up before he'd signal with his hand for us to continue] We're close... [I murmured more so to myself in relief as I saw the waterway approaching. I was eerily confident that if we could make it to the boat without getting caught, that'd we'd be home-free to get the hell away from this island. Sure, I knew it wouldn't be as easy as I was optimistically trying to write it off as, but I wasn't anything if not hopeful. Besides, I couldn't let anything happen to Sarah, so I'd do whatever I needed to in order to get her out of here safely]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

Eh... [I shrugged slightly in response to her question about JJ's plan. It was a fair question. JJ was one of my best and most trusted friends, so I'd have his back no matter what, but with that aside, even I couldn't deny that his track record with his plans working out wasn't the best. In fact, they failed more often than not. This time around, it seemed like our only option, so even if the odds weren't necessarily in our favor, we had to give it our best shot] It's not a great plan, but unfortunately our only option currently. [I confessed. Knowing I couldn't ever lie to Sarah] In his defense, this seems to be one of his better and more thought out plans, so fingers crossed. [No, that answer wasn't ideal, or even all that convincing, but again, I couldn't lie to Sarah. That's how I felt, so it was a run like hell and hope for the best type of plan right now] Okay, I've got you. No matter what. [I assured Sarah as I carefully lifted her up from the floor and into my more than capable arms; cradling her protectively close to me as we cautiously exited the warehouse, met up with JJ who was keeping watch for us right around the corner, and then we started toward the dark alleyways and vacant roadways in an effort to go as unnoticed as possible as we raced like hell toward the boat where the rest of our friend group was waiting]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

Sarah, I don't want to run the risk of you popping one of your stitches and bleeding out, so we'll take it slow and steady. Hell, if we have to crawl there to keep your safe, then so be it. [Mind you I didn't expect either of us to crawl, obviously, but I was just trying to prove a point now. No matter what risk came to me, Sarah's safety and well-being would always be my top focus. I silently thought to myself as I gave her hand a gentle squeeze] I'm good carrying you if that will be easier and less painful than you having to walk. [Fortunately the pier wasn't far from here, but the problem was, we couldn't exactly walk right down main street to get there since Sarah's father, no doubt, had people out there looking for us. Nah, we needed to take the most discreet way possible in order to keep ourselves from getting noticed before we reach the boat that would hopefully get us the hell out of there] JJ's right outside waiting for us... He's already figured out a plan with the best route we should take to get to the pier where the boat's waiting for us. [I explained as I securely and protectively held her close to me as she got on her feet; giving her a nod in reply as she gave the "okay" that she was ready] Walking or do you want me to carry you? [Knowing Sarah had an independent side to her so I figured I'd leave the decision up to her]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

[I wasn't at all surprised the second I offered my help to Sarah once she was ready, she didn't hesitate to take my hand. Anybody else would be feeling sorry for themselves and their situation, but not Sarah. She was a total bad ass. By far, the bravest person I knew. Thing was though, I hated moving her. She nearly bled out and died after being shot. Her stitches were the only thing keeping her from doing so now, so what she needed more than anything was to rest and heal. Problem was, her deranged father and his entourage of employees that would be on the look out for us. I didn't like having to move her from here, but it was either this, or get caught by her father's people. Neither outcome was ideal, which was why I left the final choice up to Sarah. Her answer clear as day when she held out her hand and took a hold of my arm for support] I can carry you. I'll do the whole slow and steady thing... Taking your word on the winning the race part you joked about. [Flashing her an amused grin. Knowing now wasn't the time for fun and jokes, but maybe we both needed a little light humor given the shitty circumstances we were facing. I silently told myself as I helped her off the metal table she was lying across and then kept a secure hold on her until she was steady on her feet] You good? [Needing to know she was okay before I made any further movements or plans]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

[I knew Sara was right... We had to move sooner rather than later. We were basically sitting ducks here. Ward had this whole island in his pocket, so it would only be a matter of time before he got wind of the fact that we were here. I'll be damned if I did all this work to break Sara out of there... And then to get her the help she needed after she got shot, just for that deranged idiot to take her back to the prison he had her encamped in] Okay, if you're sure you can handle it, we'll move. [Worried if she busts a stitch she may bleed out though] We need to take it slow though. Be smart about this. We can't afford you busting any stitches. If you bleed out... [I trailed off. Not even able to finish off the thought of that possibility] Let me tell JJ we're going to move. [I said as I pressed a kiss to Sara's forehead; letting my lips linger there for a second or two before I broke away. It was almost like I didn't want to let her out of my sight; fearful I'd lose her] Be right back. [I promised as I briefly and reluctantly left the table she was resting on in order to find JJ, who was keeping watch just outside] We're moving. We need to get off of this island. Alert the others. [JJ agreed; immediately pulling out his phone to message the others to get the boat ready for our momentary departure. In seeing JJ got the ball rolling on that, I returned to Sara. Preparing to move her once she gave me the okay. I still felt unsettled about us leaving, but at least night had set in, so that would give us the advantage as we used the darkness, shadows, and any alleyways we could find to our advantage] Just tell me when, and I'll help you off the table.

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

I get it, Sarah. Before I came into your life and opened your eyes to who your dad and brother really are, you had a really tight bond with your dad. Naturally you'd want to fight to protect his reputation. It only makes sense that you wouldn't want to believe your dad was capable of something like that. If the situation was reversed, and it was me in your shoes, I probably would have done the same thing as you. [I admitted honestly. It was the truth. If this was my dad, I would have fought to protect his reputation too. It's what you do for the people you love. I'd do it for Sarah and the pogues too because I consider them my family. No matter what, I'd always have their backs, just like I know the pogues would have mine] You'll never run out of chances with me, Sarah. I hate to break it to you, but I love you, so until you say otherwise, you're stuck with me. [As much truth as there was in my words, I aired out that honesty with a joking tone] Anyway, for now, we just need to get your strong enough that we can move somewhere safer for the duration of your recovery. [I knew where we were would suffice for now, but it would only be a matter of time before Sarah's dad figures out we're hiding out here currently. We'd cross that bridge if and when the time comes. For now I wanted Sarah to get a little stronger and heal up a bit before we decide to move her]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

Sarah, that would never happen. [I flatly replied with a matter of fact sort of shrug. Sure, I knew if this was just about Sarah, maybe JJ and the others would have high-tailed it out of here. Not necessarily Pope since he had a heart to do the right thing, but Kie was what you could say, hot and cold toward Sarah, so it wouldn't take much for her to bail on Sarah. And well, JJ hated Kooks in general, so he had no loyalties to Sarah either. Thing was though, they all knew I'd literally die to protect Sarah, and the Pogues would always put their lives on the line to protect each other. All that to say, as long as I was staying put at Sarah's side, the Pogues wouldn't be going anywhere either because they'd always have my back, just like I'd always have theirs too. We fought fiercely for each other] Even if the others decided to high-tail it out of here, I'd never leave your side. Unless you tell me to go, I'm not going anywhere... [I started to say before an amused smirk followed] And even then, I can't promise I'd actually leave. You know I'm stubborn when people try to tell me what to do. [I teased even though that was the truth] Either way, once you're well enough, we're all getting the hell out of here, and getting to safety together. Until then, just rest and heal. [I said as I gave her hand another gentle squeeze. My way of reassuring her that we were all in this together; no matter what the outcome]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

[I felt mounds of relief when I heard Sarah's voice. She was alive. She was awake, and she was speaking. Lifting her hand to my lips as I pressed a couple of kisses to the back of her hand, then gently lowered her hand back down onto the metal table she was lying on] Hey, don't apologize. It's not your fault. All that matters is keeping you safe and away from your deranged family. [No matter what, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't let Ward harm Sarah again. I thought to myself as I brought a fresh bottle of water to Sarah's lips, so she could drink as much as she wanted and needed. I knew she needed time to rest and heal, but the sooner we all got the hell out of here, the better I could guarantee her safety from her family. One could hope, at least. I mean the way Ward operated, and the fact that he knew people all over the world, I wasn't sure exactly how far remote we would need to go, and for how long either for that matter, in order to keep Sarah safe, but no matter what, I'd do what it takes. I came close to losing Sarah this time... Too close for comfort, so I wasn't willing to take any chances with her safety again. At least not until Ward was no longer a threat to her] Once you're well enough, we're going to get you out of here. Pope and Kie are keeping an eye on the boat, and when you're strong enough, we're all getting on that boat, and getting as far away as possible. We figure with some distance and preferably some place off the grid, eventually your father will stop looking for you. [Maybe wishful thinking since Ward wasn't one who took well to losing, but one could hope he'd eventually give up and accept that Sarah was gone]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

[Hours passed by and there was no change. Sarah was so still and I had no way of knowing if she'd ever wake up. The doctor didn't sound hopeful. Made a snide remark about her chances of pulled through as he greedily took our money and then ran like hell like some kind of coward. Clearly it was all about money for him. As more time passed, I found my head resting against Sarah's side. Near her incision but not close enough to cause any further damage. I just wanted and needed to be close to her now. JJ wasn't far away. He took a look out to make sure Ward nor any of his men were nearby before he'd return to the private room here and take a seat in the chair adjacent from where Sarah and I rested now. I didn't know how much more time had passed... Felt like an eternity even though I knew it was probably just a few more hours, but eventually I heard the faint sound of her voice, as well as felt her fingers rustle gingerly through my hair. At that my head immediately shot up and I looked at her. Relief flooding my face and expression currently] You're awake! Thank God! [I uttered out in evident relief as I pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand] How are you feeling? The black market doctor left a few things for pain if you need it. [The guy wasn't exactly reliable but he did seem to save Sarah's life, so at the moment, I was thinking a bit more favorably of him. Maybe he wasn't a total money-hungry quack after all. Jury was still out on that one though] Do you want some water? [I asked as I had already picked up a fresh bottle of water; prepared to give her some if she was thirsty]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

"Yeah, man. Here." [JJ aired out in response to the shifty doctor's request for money, before handing him a bag with money in it. My eyes shifted into a roll watching the doctor count it. So much for a moral code to save a life. Apparently all this asshole cared about what money] Just save her. Please. [I aired out pleadingly as I held Sarah's hand with my one hand; all the while gently stroking back the hair from her face with my free hand. After a moment or so the doctor seemed satisfied with the amount of money JJ gave him inside that bag, and then he began. Watching as he first put Sarah under with what I assumed to be some kind of anesthesia before he grabbed a questionable looking scalpel so he could begin making the first cut. I knew in my gut that trusting this doctor might be the worst idea we've ever had, but at the same point, our hands were tied. It was either this option or we'd lose Sarah. Sure, his "she may not live" statement didn't leave me with much confidence in his skills, but I had to believe in Sarah now. Sarah was strong. She was brave. If anyone could fight this, it was her] Come on, baby. Fight this. Don't you dare leave me. Fight, baby. Fight. [I gently pleaded in her ear before pressing a tender kiss to her forehead] "Keep watch." [I heard the doctor instruct of JJ before giving me a knowing sort of look and then a nod] "Here we go." [The doctor said in less than a confident tone as he made the first cut; taking the scalpel across Sarah's skin in order to remove the bullet from her body. It was excruciating to watch, but I promised myself that no matter what, I wasn't leaving her side] "Grab those gauze pads and some gloves. Pour some of that vial with sanitizing solution directly over the incision spot and then place the gauze pads firmly across the area to slow her bleeding. We don't want her losing more blood than she already has." [The doctor instructed; forcing me to release Sarah's hand, so I could assist in the surgery. After what felt like an eternity, he finished; managing to remove the bullet and then to seemingly successfully repair damage to her wounded organ internally. Once he finished, he stitched her up then covered the wound with a significant amount of gauze pads and medical tape] "It's a wait and see, at this point, so let's hope she's a fighter." [The doctor said while washing his hands in the sink in the corner of the room] She is. [I flatly said in response before removing my gloves and washing my own hands once the doctor had finished. After ensuring my hands were clean, I returned to the table where Sarah rested and I took her hand in my own] You're a fighter, Sarah. The strongest person I know, so fight this. I'm not going anywhere. [I had no way of knowing if she could hear me, but I didn't care. On the off chance that she could, I was going to remind her of her strength and ability to fight this now]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

[I appreciated Sarah's attempt to crack jokes now. That was kinda our thing, you could say, but at the moment, I felt far from laughing. I was worried and growing even more so with every passing second. Sarah was shot. She was bleeding out currently, and I had no way of knowing if we'd get her medical attention in time to save her] Speed up the boat! Let's go! [I yelled out to Pope and Kie as I saw Sarah's eyes close. Judging by the worried look on JJ's face, I knew he was thinking the same thing I was] Hurry the hell up, JJ, and help me pack her wound. Quick, get those gauze pads from the bag! [My voice shaking in building worry as JJ did as I ordered; grabbing me what I needed as I tossed the now soiled and blood soaked gauze pads to the side as I took the clean ones from JJ's grasp. My hand shaking as I pressed it against Sarah's gunshot wound. After what felt like a damn eternity, the boat pulled to a stop. I didn't exactly know where we were at the moment, but at this point Pope and Kie were tying off the boat to the pier, so it wouldn't go anywhere, and then they rushed toward us] "Come on. I got word that there's a surgeon in town who handles cases like this for the right price." [Pope explained which prompted my brows to furrow in confusion] "Get Sarah, let's go." [Kie instructed, which prompted me to tape off the currently gauzed padding I had in place, then JJ helped me to lift Sarah carefully out of the boat and onto the pier. Once JJ and I were on the pier, I cradled Sarah securely in my arms] "Here, take this bag. It should be enough to get her treated. Pope and I will stay with the boat." [Kie said as JJ grabbed the bag and the address of the warehouse doctor, and then we rushed through the dark night air toward the provided address. A less than ideal situation from all angles given Sarah's condition and the fact that we were in an unfamiliar place looking for the location of a doctor that we knew nothing about. Talk about a wild card move, at its best] Stay with me, Sarah. We're going to get you help. Keep fighting. [I called out to her as JJ barked out instructions and I merely kept up with his pace as I carried Sarah in my arms toward our destination]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

[Although I knew now wasn't the time for jokes and quips, I still appreciated the fact that Sarah was trying to keep the mood light between us. Maybe if the circumstances had been reversed, I would have been all for cracking jokes... Hell, I would more than likely be cracking them too. Given that Sarah had been shot and was rapidly losing blood though, I definitely wasn't in a fun and games kind of mindset. For her sake though, I did flash her a grin as I leaned down to press a tender kiss to her forehead] Well, I figured I owed you so it was high time I stepped up and returned the favor. Maybe next time you want me to save you though, let's go with something that involves less blood shed and need for panic... Deal? [Giving it my best effort to joke in return. In the meantime I grabbed the first aid kit. My hand shaking slightly as I quickly fished around for some bandaging and things I thought I could use to stop the bleeding] Either way, I'm putting you in charge of keeping an eye on me to make sure I'm doing this right. I mean, doctor stuff is new territory for me so I'll need the supervision. All that to say, eyes open at all times, okay? [My casual way of requesting to Sarah that I wanted her to keep her eyes open. Afraid that if she closed them and fell asleep, I might lose her. A thought that I couldn't bear to consider as I started to do what I could to apply pressure to her wound and then applied some gauze and then bandaging too, all in an effort to stop the significant bleeding she was currently experiencing]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

[I wasn't at all surprised that, in spite of her condition, Sarah was the one to air out the best and most sensible plan. Giving a nod in response as I looked toward JJ and the others] You heard her. Head south. [I said in agreement as I continued carrying Sarah on my back as we all made route south toward the docks. Knowing our risk was still higher than not of getting caught, but she was right... If we had a chance of getting out of here and to freedom, this was the one with the best odds. More than anything though, I just wanted to get her somewhere safe, so she could get some medical attention. I could hear by how weak her voice was that she was losing a lot of blood. The longer this continues, the worse her chances of survival were. Once we reached the docks, we ducked into the shadows until reaching the boat. I made sure to get Sarah on safely, and then I laid her down across one of the seats to rest, while I helped JJ and Pope to untie the ropes; all the while Kai started up the boat. Knowing we'd all need to work together, and to do so quickly, or else we weren't getting out of here alive] Okay, Kai, we're clear. Get us the hell out of here. [I called out to her as me and the other guys pushed the boat away from the dock to give it an oomph and then once the boat was cleared from the sides, I returned to Sarah] How bad is it? [I asked as I grabbed the first aid kit stowed under the one seat. Not that I could do much with my incredibly limited experience and knowledge, but I felt helpless by not doing what I could for her now. Besides, if I could at least slow the bleeding, that would give her the best fighting chance to stay alive until we were able to get her medical attention]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

[I nodded in response to JJ's suggestion. No offense to my best friend, or anything, but when he came up with plans, they usually crashed and burned. Then again, his idea to break Sarah out wasn't his worst plan. Mind you, she did get shot as a result of the escape, but I don't know if I can necessarily blame JJ's plan for that, or just pin the blame on Ward for being a deranged and psychotic piece of shit] I think heading toward the town is a good idea, but Sarah definitely needs a doctor. Kai, you still have the fake IDs we had made up for all of us, right? [Kai nodded in response while flashing me a confused look] Okay, so if we go to a doctor's office or hospital, we can use the fake IDs, so Sarah's identity doesn't get back to her father. Either way, we need to get the bullet out of Sarah, and get her stitched up. That's our first priority once we get off of this property. [I explained. Knowing Sarah was getting weaker from the blood loss, so the sooner we got her gunshot wound tended to, the more at ease I would feel that she's going to be okay. Honestly, at this point in time, my only concern was Sarah. I kept that thought to myself though, because I knew if I startled to unravel with worry, everyone else would begin unraveling too. Bottom line, we weren't going to make it out of this situation alive if we didn't remain level headed and make the right decisions]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[apogueforlife]

@ofnotakook

[No matter what happened, I would never leave Sarah behind. I wasn't stupid. I knew us breaking into her family's compound tonight to break her out was a death trap. It was a fool's errand, but I didn't care. Sarah was in danger. She might not see how deranged her father and brother are, but I knew. I saw first-hand what her psychotic father was capable of, so I wouldn't put anything past him now. Including him hurting his own daughter just to ensure he kept her far away from me. The man was a damn lunatic and the sooner I got Sarah away from him, the better off she'd be. The driving reason I broke into her room tonight. Well, "prison" was probably a more fitting word given the bars her father had put on her windows, so she could be kept there as his prisoner. Asshole. I thought in disdain as we ran toward some semblance of safety. I stopped though when I realized Sarah was no longer behind me. Panic setting in since it was dark, which made it difficult to see. Following the sounds of her breaths and rustling through the grass as I back-tracked back toward her. Shock and fear washing over me in hearing she had been shot. A part of me wondering if taking her back to her father was the best course of action, since his ties and pull could have a doctor here in moments. Still, something told me she wouldn't want to go back there. She'd choose to take the risk to keep moving] I've got you. Don't worry. I'd never leave without you, Sarah. [I assuredly whispered out as I helped her get situated safely on my back; ensuring her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and her legs secured around my waist before I started through the trees and such in search of JJ and the others] "John B? Where the hell are you?" [I heard the familiar sound of JJ's voice airing out nearby in a hushed tone. Moving in the direction of his voice, I eventually caught up with them. Keeping Sarah securely on my back as we reached them] "Ready for the next part of the plan? The diversion?" [JJ asked with pride in his voice, which prompted a skeptical look from me. All of us knowing JJ wasn't the best at plans, but I did feel better when Pope and Kie chimed in to share that they had actually helped with this part of the plan] If it gets us out of here, then hell yeah, do it! [I muttered out as I watched JJ throw a lit flare in the direction of the wooded area we had all just escaped from, before throwing two others in separate directions of the same wooded area. Listening and watching as I saw a small explosion go off, followed by another, and then countless more. Pope and Kie explaining they rigged those while they were waiting for us to break Sarah out. Chuckling in pride and feeling a momentary sense of victory as I realized we temporarily stopped Ward's guards from catching up; prompting us to continue running the remaining way off of the compounds and then into the city. Now it was just a matter of finding a place to hide out and to get Sarah medical attention] Sarah was shot, so we need to get her to a doctor before we do anything else. [I explained to the others; watching the wheels practically turning in their head on how to work this one out without all of us ending up getting caught]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.