JJ felt like he was losing his mind... and maybe he was, but he didn't really care. all he wanted was for the ability to pay off the cops for him, and his dad refused that.

he stared down at his dad - knocked out on the ground after their fight, which he hadn't even believed he'd win.

JJ moved back towards the house, sick and tired of this life... the way his friends treated him. they didn't understand, not the way he did.

he heard something before he froze... remembering his little sister was here. he walked towards her room, opening the door.

you were laying on your bed, coloring in a book that Kie had given you a couple weeks earlier (because Luke would never get you anything nice).

he could see the bruises on your wrists and suddenly felt very guilty. he needed to stop leaving you alone with Luke for days on in... sometimes he just kinda forgot when he was with his friends. but the second you saw him, you got a large smile on your face.

you were only 7 years old and already dealing with Luke's abusive behavior because JJ spent most his nights either too drunk or high to remember. he walked over to her, picking her up. "Hey there, little one..." he said softly to you, trying to hold back the fact that he felt like he was on the verge of tears.