JJ enjoyed an occasional joyride in John B’s van, the twinkie as they called it, through the suburban paradise of Figure 8 where the island’s upper class resided. It was a little glimpse at the high life, a life he’d never admit he deeply envied.

Usually it goes a routine way. A couple gardeners kneeling in the grass at one house, maybe a pile of fancy cars in the next driveway, Kook nuclear families gathered around the dining room window of the next. But not tonight.

No, tonight when he passed by the infamous Cameron household, home to you, your sister Sarah who hangs around with JJ and the other pogues for whatever reason, your older brother Rafe, younger sister Wheezie, your dad Ward and his wife Rose, you were outside.

Your dad stood in the doorway, screaming at you, you with a handbag in one hand and sticking up a middle finger with the other yelling at your dad to go fuck himself. You walked down the driveway, intent on getting away from that house, only you couldn’t drive. It was only when you got closer he noticed your nose bleeding, a black eye forming, holding your stomach a bit. His only thought was what the hell? Kook royalty, princess of the OBX, beat to a pulp and yelling at her dad?

He let you walk down the road a little, then slowed down next to you and rolled down the window. “Hey, you good?”