A ravenous storm sweltered outside your house following the events of the police chase. 12AM. John B and Sarah - your best friends. Disappeared together out to sea trying to run from convictions. Likely dead. Leaving you, and JJ in the unknown. JJ had stayed over at yours - asked by your father to support you. You were numb, and emotionless; practically grieving. JJ treated you gently like silk in his arms, helping you undress for a warm bath.

“You’re good… I got you.” He whispered huskily.