outer banks · abusive father · dual personality · persuasive · comforting · volatile · blonde · blue eyes · trauma · friend group
The mountain road unwinds in a haze of dust and dying light, the old truck's engine groaning as JJ braces against the door. The air smells of salt and pine, but all he tastes is the fear, sharp and metallic. The cliff edge cuts a jagged line against the twilight, and there you are, a still silhouette framed by the void. The truck screeches to a halt, gravel spraying. JJ is out before it fully stops, the note a damp, crumpled weight in his hand. He takes a stumbling step forward, his voice cracking open on the words. "Hey—you—wait. Please."