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JJ Maybank X Reader ~ Relapse and a Half

Summary: The Pogues feel betrayed by the readers sudden relapse into drugs, but they're unable to be angry at her for too long as something terrible leaves her needing their support more than ever.

Trigger warning for: drugs (obviously), guns, explicit sexual assault, violence

Masterlist - Part Four

Word Count: 5.2k

Part Three:

After the confrontation at your house a night prior, JJ had only been able to see red, quickly pacing past your mum before making his way to the Chateau, kicking over some bins and verbally abusing some kids on his way.

He couldn't believe that you liked him. That you wanted to be with him. The thought stressed him out and made him regret doing whatever he'd done to get you to fall for him.

It wasn't that he didn't like you back. In fact it was quite the opposite - he'd been entirely obsessed with you ever since you'd arrived in the Outer Banks. His issue was that he'd seen up close just how damaged you were, just how sweet and kind you could be, just how much you deserved the world and everything in it - but not him. He wasn't good enough; not cool enough, not smart enough, not clean enough.

"Why him?" He thought. "Of everyone on this island, why him?"

You could've gone for Pope or John B or even one of the Kooks, at least they would treat you right. It might've killed him inside to see, but it would've been better than the pain he was feeling now, knowing that he'd been unintentionally hurting you this whole time, knowing that he was the one who bore the responsibility of your heart.

He stormed into John B's without stopping, going straight for the blunt in the ashtray and then storming back outside. From his behaviour, the Pogues feared for the worst and Kie's eyes were quickly tearing up, panic settling into her chest.

"She's okay, isn't she?" She followed JJ outside in a pleading tone, shortly followed by Pope and John B. "Please say she's okay."

JJ didn't answer, angrily sucking on the blunt and staring out at the sea, his mind racing.

"Answer me JJ! What's happened?" Kie demanded.

"Is she alright? Was she at home?" Pope questioned.

"JJ- fucking answer us man! Is she at the hospital? Is she- is she okay?" John B shouted.

JJ took another sharp drag on the blunt before solemnly answering.

"She's fine. I mean, she's not, but she's alive."

Kie shoved him with some frustration, her tears quickly drying up but her teeth gritting.

"Why the hell would you scare us like that? What happened?"

"We had an argument... I- You were right Kie. It is my fault."

She blinked incredulously, double taking as she tried to suss out what was wrong with the boy.

"What are you talking about?" She hissed.

He took another sharp drag, even sharper this time, ran his hand through his hair and then turned to the Pogues with exasperation.

"Y/N likes me! And I've been a fucking idiot to not see it. I shouldn't have rubbed all those girls in her face. I didn't think she cared, but.. I guess she did."

"So you're saying that like it's a bad thing. I thought you liked her too." John B proclaimed in a confused tone, shooting a look to Pope who had also been aware of JJ's crush.

Kie was kicking herself for not picking up on that, wishing she’d known and she could’ve told you weeks ago - before you even had the chance to get depressed and pick up a pill again. But she didn’t focus on that thought for too long, more focused on your current wellbeing.

"I do, I just- We all know I'm a piece of shit, okay? I don't deserve someone like her. Hopefully she sees that now." JJ tutted, his eyes darting between each of the Pogues.

The uncertainty of his statement made them all nervous. 'Hopefully she sees that now' - what the hell did that mean?

"What do you mean? What did you do?" Kie hissed, her heart in her throat.

"Nothing! I was just rude. I guess I rejected her. Called her a junkie-"

Kie hit him again, seething with the boy at that point.

"What is wrong with you? Why the fuck would you do that?" She snapped, grabbing the blunt from his hand and throwing it onto the floor. "Go back there now and tell her you love her! She's probably crying her heart out right now."

JJ shook his head, thinking about picking up the blunt from the ground but not bothering. Weed wasn't strong enough to make him feel better anyway. He wanted to follow Kie's instruction, he wanted to hold you and tell you his truth, but he could think of too many reasons why not to - too many reasons why you were better off without him. The rejection may hurt now but you would get over it. You had plenty of other options. You would get sober again and you would be fine. His issue was that whether he was sober or not, he was never fine.

"Being with me would only fuck up her life more and you all know that! You should just convince her to like someone else, someone whose good for her. I can't do this." JJ protested.

"You're not a bad guy, man. Come on." John B said but JJ just shook his head again, walking towards his motorbike.

"So you're just gonna leave?" Pope scoffed as JJ got onto the bike.

"I told her to turn on her phone. Try calling again." He said numbly before kick starting the bike and speeding off.

Kie groaned, unsurprised that when she called your phone moments later it didn't go through. She sat melancholically next to Pope, leaning on his shoulder whilst John B stressfully kicked a stick around.

"Well that's not what I was expecting." Pope sighed and then turned to Kie. "How long has Y/N been crushing on JJ exactly?"

She shrugged and shook her head.

"I don't know. Forever. But that doesn't matter anyway. I'm worried. It must've taken a lot for her to admit that she likes him, so she's either really manic or.."

"Really high." John B finished her sentence, not looking up from the ground.

"How much do you want to bet it's the second one?" Pope groaned.

"I just don't get why she didn't talk to me if JJ was upsetting her this much. She promised us she'd never use again. She's never broken a promise before." Kie sighed and then stood up. "I'm gonna go to hers. I'm annoyed but.. I'm more worried than anything. I wonder if her mum has clocked on yet… I’ll see you guys tomorrow."

"Love that woman but she's clueless so I doubt it." John B scoffed dryly. "See you tomorrow Kie."

Kie picked up her bike and rode it to your house, her mind racing with all the possibilities of what you could be doing.

"Most likely passed out or crying." She thought, her chest aching as she thought of your pain. You'd been through a lot together, and though she was beyond frustrated with your relapse, she wouldn't stop being your friend because of it.

When Kie eventually knocked on your door, your mum was surprised to open it to her.

"Isn't Y/N at yours? That's where she said she was going. JJ upset her quite a bit earlier." Your mum questioned and Kie was quick to catch on to the lie.

"Oh yeah- yeah she is. She's just so upset right now. She forgot some stuff and I said I would come and get it for her."

"You're so lovely Kie. What would she do without you?" Your mum smiled, letting her in.

When Kie went up to your bedroom and picked up a bag to strengthen her lie, she was concerned to see that your phone was still on your bed. Wherever you'd gone, you hadn't brought it. She turned on the phone in hope that it would give some clue as to where you could be, but all that came through were the missed calls and messages from the Pogues.

Kie couldn't let herself panic though. You were grown enough to look after yourself.

"Maybe she just went on a walk. Or a bike ride even. That's most likely. She probably just went to clear her head. I'll try again tomorrow." Kie thought to herself, but she took the phone anyway, hoping that when you came back you would have to come get it off her. She scrawled a note onto your mirror with an eyeliner from the side; "Got ur phone. P4L. - K"

The next day, Kie waited until the afternoon to leave her house, waiting for your knock on the door that never came. She decided that she would go back to your house and confront you there, but when she arrived there was no one inside. Your mum would be at work - that made sense - but after pounding on your door loud enough to wake you up from whatever slumber you might be in and getting no answer, she started to panic.

All of the worst possibilities sprung into her head - a horrific vision of you overdosed and alone, bent over the toilet and throwing up uncontrollably or even passed out and foaming at the mouth - so she quickly rushed to find the spare key under one of the many plant pots and slammed it into the door. She ran up the stairs, loudly repeating your name as she did, and paced into your room.

"Y/N, please be okay." She said before opening the door, her heart dropping when you weren't in the bed.

Nothing in the room had moved, not the crumpled up bedding, the pile of clothes in the corner nor the note on the mirror. You hadn't come back.

"Shit. Where the fuck is she?" She muttered to herself before pacing around the house, desperately searching for you but finding nothing. "Need to find her."

Now her mind raced to even darker corners. Perhaps you'd fallen into one of the many bodies of water on the island, high and uncoordinated, and drowned. Or maybe you'd crashed your bike into an oncoming vehicle. Maybe you'd passed out somewhere and someone had called an ambulance, or maybe you’d put yourself in danger without even realising it. She had no idea how spot on she was with the last prediction.

Kie had told Pope of her plan to force you to come to hers by keeping your phone, and all of the boys had assumed that the confrontation had been over and done with by that point, so they were confused when she turned up at the Chateau without you.

"Did you speak to YN?" JJ asked, springing up from his seat as soon as he spotted Kie.

He'd hardly slept, tossing around in his bed all night as he thought of all the things he wanted to say to you but couldn't. "It was better this way." He tried to convince himself "She's better off thinking I don't want her. Maybe she didn't even mean what she said. Maybe she was just high." He couldn't push the image of him holding you and loving you from his head though.

"No. She never came to mine." Kie huffed, wheeling her bike over with furrowed brows. "And before you ask - yes I went to hers, she's not there. Doesn't look like she's been home at all since I went there last night."

"So where is she?" John B questioned, his posture tightening.

"Do I look like I know?" Kie snapped. "I'm seriously worried."

"Shit." JJ hissed, instantly jumping into a panic. He was quick and erratic. "Okay. We should all split up and look for her. I'll check the marsh and the forest, Kie you should check figure eight, Pope you check town, and John B you take the boat and check the waters. Report back here in two hours."

He rushed towards his motorbike before anyone could even answer, but stopped in his tracks when Pope suggested a disheartening idea. It was an idea that had occurred to both John B and Kie as soon as JJ had announced his plan, though it didn’t surprise them that he didn’t think of it. He was someone who always lived in a somewhat state of denial.

"Don't you think one of us should check the hospital too? You know, just in case."

JJ swallowed, catching the lump in his throat before it could properly form, and nodded.

"Y-Yeah. You do that." He said without turning around. He wanted to argue - to say that the idea was ridiculous and a waste of time - but he couldn't find it in himself to do so. Pope might be right, and if he was... JJ had to cut his thoughts off before they got too hard to bare. He jumped onto his bike and sped off, heading straight to the marshes.

His search was obviously fruitless. He waded through knee high mud and lifted up heavy logs. He dug through thick bushes and climbed up trees. He shouted your name at the top of his lungs and prayed to God that you would appear.

But none of it worked.

By time the two hour mark had hit, he'd searched miles of forestry and worked up quite a sweat. Still, he wouldn't stop until he knew you were safe.

"Maybe one of the others have found her." He thought desperately to himself, jumping on his bike and heading back to the Chateau. They'd all tried to convince themselves with the same hopeful thought and been sorely disappointed when they eventually returned to their friends. JJ was the last to arrive.

"Any luck?" He shouted from his bike before he'd even got off it, springing across the lawn.

The rest of the Pogues were stood in a circle, also damp with sweat and breathing heavily. They looked upset which was understandable given the situation, but JJ felt his heart jump into his throat as he worried that the unimaginable had happened.

"Pope! She wasn't in the hospital, was she?" He asked with urgency, pacing over to the boy.

Pope was breathing heavily, still catching his breath from the run back to the Chateau.

"Pope!" JJ repeated in an almost shout, shaking his friends shoulders.

"No- No." Pope panted out.

"Chill, JJ. None of us had any luck." John B patted him on the back with a sympathetic look.

It didn't calm him down though. Instead he started to anxiously pace, running his hands through his hair and repeating to himself "Think, JJ. Think!"

"She might just be at someone's house. Who knows, she could be having a great time right now while we're thinking the worst." John B suggested which Kie rolled her eyes at.

"The only people she’d ever hang out with other than us are druggie degenerates, so it's not exactly great if she's with them either. Those people wouldn't care if she was on the floor foaming at the mouth."

"Well I don't know what you want me to suggest, Kie! We've looked everywhere else. Should we start banging on the doors of every junkie we know? Because that could take a while!"

As John B and Kie bickered, JJ continued his pacing, racking his mind for ideas until one shot into his head like a bullet.

"Wait-Wait. What did you just say?" He turned to his arguing friends.

"That she's probably with some drugged up degenerate?" John B answered in a sarcastic tone.

"That's it! She's probably at her dealers house. And I know only one scum bag who sells that prescription shit."

JJ ran back to his bike without saying another word, ignoring the questions from the Pogues as he kick started it and sped off - some hope finally in his mind though it was still mostly clouded by worry.

"Should we follow him?" Pope asked.

"Probably." Kie answered, heading towards the Twinkie with a sigh.

It was ten minutes later that JJ pulled up by Barry's home, carefully parking his bike around the corner so that the dealer wouldn't see him. They'd had their fair share of arguments already about JJ's dad and due to this JJ knew that he had a gun. It wouldn't do him any good to get caught on his property.

The blonde paced through the overgrown front lawn and almost jumped for joy when he saw your bike strewn lazily into one of the bushes - the signature ugly green paint instantly catching his eye. You would just be sat on the sofa smoking a joint or something. He could knock on the door, distract Barry without getting shot somehow and get you out of there in no time.

Then the sound of a large vehicle coming towards the house reached his ears, and he quickly ducked around the corner and crouched under one of the windows, anxious to not be caught by one of Barry's customers either. They typically weren't the most reasonable people after all. He was relieved with his decision when Rafe Cameron jumped out of the truck, music blaring and obnoxiously announcing himself as he knocked loudly on the front door.

JJ's ear pricked as he heard Barry's voice from inside, not having realised that the window on the wall above his head was open.

"Shit." The dealer tutted, followed by the sound of a zip. "Why now?"

Barry's breathing was heavy, like he'd been doing exercise, and it peaked JJ's curiosity. Was he working out whilst you watched from the sofa? That would be fucking weird. There was no way you would be lifting weights with him.

JJ listened carefully, waiting for the sound of the front door to open and the start of a passive aggressive conversation between the two men before he stood up and looked in the window. If either of them caught him, that would be a lot of trouble.

He wasn't at all prepared for what he saw through the glass though.

The sound of the zip suddenly made sense, and the heavy breathing.

You were there, lying in an unmade bed, stripped naked and seemingly asleep. Lifeless, like some twisted Snow White in a glass coffin of smoke.

Even unconscious your face looked so sad; old makeup smudged around your eyes and your bitten lips downturned. Your body looked tired too; thin, with random bruises scattered about your limbs and dirty looking hickies on your chest.

Had you let Barry do this? You wouldn’t even let JJ give you hickies… Surely you hadn’t chosen this. Surely you had more self respect than that.

The thought of any other man touching you was enough to make JJ feel upset, let alone a scumbag dealer that he knew you would never have feelings for. In fact, it would surprise him if you’d wanted to fuck Barry at all.

But then it dawned onto him - that if you hadn't wanted Barry to have sex with you, that didn't make it any better. In fact, it made it a whole lot worse.

It meant that... you'd been tricked or forced or coerced in some way. It meant that you'd been raped. And maybe you didn't even know it.

JJ’s jaw tightened as his thoughts suddenly spiralled into all the terrible possibilities of what could’ve happened. His blood boiled, so much so that he felt himself getting physically hotter. Maybe you were so knocked out that you would have no idea what Barry had done. Maybe he had drugged you on purpose so that he could do it.

With a clenched fist, he tapped on the window, hoping to get a response from you, but you stayed stiff and still, your eyes closed and your breathing shallow.

How much had you taken? Had he given you something too strong? Did the dealer even know if you were on the boundary of never waking up? Did he care?

Whatever the answer was, it became clear to JJ that there was no way you could've rightfully consented to doing anything with anyone. Not when you were out cold like this - resembling a corpse.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." JJ hissed to himself, trying to quickly brainstorm a way to get you out of there without getting killed by Rafe or Barry.

He pulled out his phone and went to text John B before remembering that he'd ran out of data, cursing himself for not paying his bill once again. Impulsively, he decided to creep around the back and listen in on the dealer through another window, hoping that he'd overhear something to help with his plan. He didn’t know what he expected to hear, but his heart was racing as his brain desperately scrambled for the right thing to do. All that he heard didn't serve to help though, in fact it made his rage all the more fiery and his brain even less able to come up with a good idea. The desperation was becoming torturous.

"Where's Y/L/N then? I can see her ugly ass bike out the front." Rafe had asked in a mocking tone, JJ’s teeth grinding in response to just hearing him say your name.

"She's in bed, sleeping. What's it to you country club?" Barry answered.

Rafe scoffed. "I caught you mid fuck didn't I? Sorry for being a cock block bro. Can't say I'm not jealous. Bet she's a total freak in the sheets."

JJ could practically hear the smug smirk on Barry's face. It made him feel sick.

"Yeah, tits like you've never seen. And pussy like a vice grip. You wanna come take a look? She's out cold."

"You already know my answer to that, bro." Rafe chuckled.

JJ's eyes widened, an even deeper panic settling into his chest. You would be mortified to know that Rafe Cameron’s vicious eyes had been ogling your exposed form, let alone the potential that Barry might actually let him touch you. His predatory hands wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you either - JJ knew that.

The blonde ran back around to the bedroom window and banged on it one more time in the hope of waking you up before quickly ducking down again just as the two men entered the room. He couldn't stay down and listen to their crass remarks this time, he couldn't bare it. If he heard one more foul remark from either of their mouths, he was going to storm in there and he be up getting himself killed - and potentially get you in trouble too. No, he couldn’t do that. He had to cause a distraction.

With a sudden rush of desperate inspiration, he picked up a rock and lobbed it at Rafe's truck, creating a loud thud as it dented the exterior. The two degenerates quickly stormed outside at that and JJ heard the sound of a gun clicking.

"What the fuck was that?" Barry muttered whilst Rafe angrily proclaimed "Something dented my ride!"

"If there's anybody out there, you better come out now!" He shouted, his voice echoing around the vacant lot of overgrown swampland.

Then right on cue, the Twinkie pulled around the corner, a very confused looking John B in the drivers seat with Kie and Pope sat behind him. They’d just managed to catch up with the tire tracks that JJ’s bike had left in the dusty roads and were all disheartened to have found themselves following Rafe’s truck at a distance, praying that the two volatile lads hadn’t ended up at the same place but somehow knowing that they had. Why else would Rafe Cameron be on that side of the island, after all?

Upon spotting the Pogues, Rafe scoffed something offensive before stomping over to the van, knocking so hard on the window that he was almost punching it.

"You dented my fucking car. Get the fuck out here!" Rafe demanded as Kie slid open the door, pacing at him with a scowl.

"We didn't do shit to your car. Now where the fuck is Y/N?"

JJ would've been relieved for his friends arrival if not for the pistol in Barry's hand.

"Didn't do shit? Look at the dent! You're paying for this Kie - since I know you're the only one of these losers with any money."

"I'm not paying for something I didn't do. Now tell me where my friend is. I can see her bike there and I swear to god if either of you have hurt her-" She thinned her eyes at Barry too, but Rafe cut her off, stepping so that he was inches from her face.

"What are you gonna do? Huh?" He scoffed with an intimidating smirk. "You can't do shit."

Kie naturally backed away, his imposing frame having a repelling effect to her, though she did lift her arm, seemingly ready to throw a punch. Pope jumped out of the van and quickly got in between them, his nostrils flaring as he eyed the sociopath. John B quickly jumped out too, but before he could open his mouth to say anything Barry had cocked the gun and pointed it at the trio.

"Y/N ain't here. She bought her pills and wondered off into the marsh. Left her bike behind. Now if you want to find her before the gators do, you lot best be on your way."

No one moved an inch, horrified by the revelation of Barry's statement.

"And you just let her go? What is wrong with you? She could be dead!" Pope hissed, an unexpected, aggressive volume to his voice.

JJ could no longer sit and silently listen knowing that his friends were about to embark on another wild goose chase. You were there, mere feet away. This was their best opportunity to do something before anything else could happen to you.

Feeling that the dealer was sufficiently distracted, JJ decided to fully open the window and climb inside, struggling slightly with the old frame as he pushed it up. The room felt even dirtier inside than it looked, and as soon as his feet were on the grubby carpet he rushed to your side, gently shaking your shoulder in an attempt to wake you up again. He didn’t know why in the moment, but that fact that your skin was warm against his fingertips shocked him. You’d appeared so corpse like. He’d supposed that he’d mentally prepared himself to touch cold flesh.

"Y/N it's me. We've got to go." JJ whispered, only getting a groan back from you. Still, he continued to gently shake you, trying to wake you up.

“Y/N. Come on.” He repeated, continuing to only gain weak groans from your chest, no conscious movement.

His heart was beating in his head like a timer, thinking of the confrontation outside. But when he finally took a good look at your face, he paused for a second. Your hair was splayed messily around your face like the petals of a flower, making him think to the mornings he'd spent with you in the past. How he'd woken up beside you after a night of drinking and wanted to kiss you, but held himself back in fear that you would find it weird. That you would remind him that you were only friends with the occasional benefit. That you'd laugh in his face.

If only he'd known how wrong he was.

Perhaps he didn't deserve you, but if being by yourself meant that you were going to do this to yourself... then he would have to fight until the end of the earth to be with you.

In that moment, he regretted so many of his past actions. From the random girls he'd fucked at the Chateau to his recent brutal rejection of you, he knew that once you were safe and awake he would do anything and everything to take it all back.

You would be his.

No one else's... This could never happen again. No one other than him would touch you.

He wouldn't allow it.

With the sound of a shouted insult from outside, he snapped from his trail of thoughts and began to look around the room in a panic. He picked up your t-shirt from the floor and lifted your head so that he could pull it over your body, wanting to afford you at least some modesty if he was going to have to charge into the Twinkie with you in his arms. Your body weight was resisting his actions though, dead and heavy, and it served to make him panic more, wondering just how much you’d taken and of what. But then he found your underwear and started to pull them up your legs and you finally flinched awake - even if it was only slightly.

"No Barry. Not again." You mumbled, weakly lifting your foot to kick him away.

JJ’s teeth gritted, uncertain by what was more disturbing to him - your words or the placid tone you’d delivered them with. Still, he was glad to hear your voice and spoke in the softest tone that he could muster.

"It's me, it’s JJ. We're gonna get you out of here."

Your eyes shot open at the sound of him, your heart jumping into your throat.

"JJ?" You whimpered, struggling to keep your eyes open. He was pulling your panties up your legs and though you knew that his touch was safe, you still felt scared. In your haze you weren’t even sure if JJ was real. Maybe his appearance was just a distasteful addition to the already twisted dream.

"It's me baby. It's me." He repeated in a hushed tone, lifting you into his arms bridal style. "You're safe now."

Then he heard the sound of the Twinkie starting outside and knew that he had to be faster. What was he going to do? Could he just run out there with you in his arms? He thought of the trigger-happy drug dealer outside and decided not to do that. Instead, he looked around the room for a weapon and was pleased when he spotted a shotgun leant against the wardrobe, an idea springing into his head. Just as you’d started to accept the reality of his touch, feeling a strange safeness from it despite being quite unaware of the actual danger you’d put yourself in, JJ quickly put you back down on the bed.

"No. No. Don't leave me." You choked out, your breathing becoming rapid with panic.

JJ felt sick at the words. Had they been secretly intertwined between the angry things you’d said to him the night prior? Perhaps not, but he shouldn’t have left you anyway.

"I'll be two seconds. I promise you'll be okay." He mustered the gentlest tone that he could in his shaking state, stroking your face and placing a delicate kiss on your forehead before picking up the gun and charging out of the room.

Like magic, as soon as you were out of his sight all softness left him - his bubbling anger returned. No longer would he be able to put on a calm front. That time had ran out. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and his skin went hot again, thinking of the vile words he'd overheard from Rafe and Barry. Barry’s heavy breathing as he’d ducked under the window.

JJ pumped the gun one time, making sure it was loaded, and then slammed open the front door, quickly drawing the attention of the bickering degenerates outside. John B immediately noticed his friend too, quickly stopping the Twinkie from reversing and jumping out again as he watched the blonde in disbelief, uncertain of where he’d came from.

“What the fuck-” Barry begun, but then the scene moved so quickly that no one was able to immediately process it. Not Rafe or the Pogues.

With a cry of anger, JJ lifted the gun above his shoulder and then slammed the butt of it as hard as he could into Barry's head, knocking him out instantly. The dealer fell to the ground and dropped his own gun, and before Rafe could reach for it, JJ pressed the barrel to his chest. Rafe held his hands up in nervous surrender, though it didn't mean much.

"I should fucking kill you both!" JJ shouted. "You fucking piece of shit. You like girls when they're passed out? Huh? You like girls that can't say no?"

"Woah man. Chill. I didn't touch her." Rafe tried to calm him down, his eyes wide with fright. "It was all Barry. I just got here!"

At the realisation of what JJ had alluded to, the three other Pogues ran to join in the confrontation again. They felt sick at the idea that you might've been hurt - especially by two such unsavoury characters.

"Where is she?" Kie shouted, throwing frustrated punches into Rafe's side whilst Pope picked up Barry's pistol from the floor and kicked his ribs a few times with uncharacteristic aggression.

"Inside." JJ answered through gritted teeth, staring Rafe down and struggling to not pull the trigger. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you."

Rafe stumbled for a moment, swallowing before he collected himself and answered confidently "I didn't even touch her. Kill me and you’re going away for life! There’s not gonna be any of my DNA on Y/N, I can promise that! I’m not into passed out chicks. That’s all Barry!”

JJ didn’t move for a second, thinking on the boys words before lowering the gun slightly. He wanted to kill Rafe - so, so badly, but he decided that he would make him suffer another time. In that moment, Barry deserved his attention much more.

“I didn’t touch her man!” Rafe continued, unsettled by the fire in Pogue’s eyes and the power that he had over him in that moment.

JJ stared him down for a few seconds longer, his finger hovering on the trigger, before eventually hissing "Get the fuck out of here."

Rafe did exactly that, backing away quickly to his truck and speeding off, not daring to stop and taunt any of them whilst JJ still had a gun in his hand. Everyone’s attention turned to Barry now, who was groaning as he slowly arose from the ground. John B had disappeared into the den, finding you quickly and carrying you out whilst JJ had bent down to Barry’s level, his fists clenched so tightly that there would certainly be crescent shaped marks from his nails in his palm afterwards.

There was a moment of hesitation, allowing Barry to regain more consciousness, before JJ started to mercilessly throw punches. He was completely blinded by fury and bloodlust. Barry’s nose cracked first, then his cheekbone, then his eye socket.

“How’d you like that - you piece of shit.” JJ hissed between gritted teeth, incapable of even slowing himself down to hear an answer.

He didn't know how long he'd been attacking him for when he felt John B's touch on his shoulder and heard his voice in his ear. The brunette had positioned you comfortably inside the Twinkie during JJ’s raging, and then stood and watched his friend for a short while, enjoying the sight of Barry’s karma. He wasn’t entirely certain of what had happened, but judging from the state he’d just found you in, it would’ve been easy to come to that conclusion that it was something pretty bad - even if he hadn’t heard JJ’s earlier words. Eventually, he decided to try to stop his friend’s punches though, worried about your welfare more than revenge.

"Come on JJ, that's enough." He said softly.

JJ didn’t seem to notice the words at all. Barry's face was an unrecognisable bloody mess, but he couldn't stop.

"Jay, you're gonna kill him."

That didn't matter. Death was a fair punishment for the likes of him.

"We need to get Y/N out of here. Let's go!" John B spoke firmer now, an edge of urgency to his voice.

The sound of your name did halt JJ for a moment, allowing his body to catch up with the adrenaline. His knuckles were bloody and his chest was heaving.

"He raped her, John B. She was passed out in there and naked when I found her!" He turned to his friend with a desperate expression. "We need to kill him. We have to.”

"I know, I know. But he's not worth the prison sentence, Jay." John B struggled to keep back his own bile but managed to do so, speaking in a calm tone as he tried to reason with his friend. "We'll make him suffer, don't you worry. But right now we need to go. Think about Y/N.”

It took a few seconds for the words to fully resonate, some more punches being thrown as JJ struggled to decide. Eventually, he finally nodded in agreement and withdrew his arms, standing up with hesitancy and then spitting on the bloodied man. He was slightly dizzy from all the adrenaline and his steps fumbled as he paced to the Twinkie. Once he saw you inside, your half dressed body curled up on Kie's lap and vibrating with each cry, all of the guilt came back to him in an agonising gut punch.

“It doesn’t matter how much I beat Barry’s ass, I’ve caused this. I’m the reason Y/N is here right now.” He thought, his brain suddenly becoming just as much of an enemy as Barry had just been. “From the relapse to her even being here. This is all my fault. I’ve fucked her up without even trying.”

He ignored his friends shouts as he paced back to his bike and said nothing as he rode off, deciding that he would go to a bar and drink his thoughts away for the night, unable to bare looking at you again whilst knowing that Barry and Rafe were still alive. As John B had said; they weren’t worth getting a prison sentence for murder, but that didn't mean he couldn't find some other random people to fight.

And so that’s what he did, uncertain if he was being driven by rage or guilt, but needing to see blood either way.

Hiiii I hope y’all enjoyed. I might make a part 4 depending on feedback. Stay safe!!

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