𝕬NOTHER LOVE ╱ act 𝖔.
𝒐 ━━ ❛ the near death of kylie roberts ❜
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❝ And last but not least over there we have Kylie Roberts, Figure Eight's Cinderella. She is Rafe Cameron's girlfriend and Sarah Cameron's best friend, so what would she ever have to do with us? Well, she was once Kie's best friend too, they had a very powerful and close-knit trio. But one day they got into a fight for some strange reason unknown to me and it ended up with Kiara harboring a deep hatred for Sarah. However, for some time I have known that Kie and Kylie have started talking again and it seems that they are trying to be friends again. Next to her we have her younger sister, Lillian, Kelce's girlfriend, as far as I know since the two argue very often. Its seems they have vary different personalities. Their father is in business with Ward Cameron, as you can tell, Rafe's father, which makes them very, very rich, anyways Regina Roberts, their mother, owns luxury hotels both here and on land. ❞

── John B while he was watching Kylie Roberts sitting next to Sarah Cameron during the kegger.

• • 𝖥 𝖨 𝖦 𝖴 𝖱 𝖤  𝖤 𝖨 𝖦 𝖧 𝖳                                                     𝖠 𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖧 𝖡𝖤𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖤

Run. This was the only thing she could do. The only thing she could think of. She didn't care if it was one in the morning or if she had school that morning. She didn't care if her feet hurt or her breathing was becoming labored. They were the least important things now. One of the things in her favor was that there were no cars circulating given the late hour. The more she ran, the more tears didn't allow her to see the road very well, but fortunately she knew it by heart.

She had crossed Figure Eight and the bridge that connected The Cut with the rich part of the Outer Banks, she increased her speed hoping that the person she was looking for was at his house and not at his best friend's. She knocked on the door praying that her father wasn't awake otherwise she would get him into a big mess. From which neither of them would have escaped very easily. "Please open up," she whispered to herself as she wiped away her tears. Her heart pounded in her chest from running, her breathing becoming more labored with each passing second.

The door swung open revealing a sleepy JJ. "What ─" the girl didn't let him finish speaking before she hugged him, finally feeling safe. Initially surprised JJ returned the hug, holding her in his powerful arms. Kylie couldn't hold it all back anymore, she started crying louder and louder, wetting the t-shirt he was wearing. "Sorry about the time," she whispered sobbing feeling guilty for waking him up.

"Don't worry, what happened?" the blond asked worriedly breaking the hug, JJ looked carefully at her face only now noticing the wounds covering her lip and cheekbone which was turning purple. "Who did this to you?" he asked contracting his jaw, he was clearly pissed off, Kylie looked down remaining silent. JJ's nostrils flared. "Come inside, I have to take care of you," without waiting for a response he gently took her hand and guided her into his house, she had never been inside the house, she was fully aware that his father was a violent man which was why JJ had always forced his friends to stay away from there.

"In case you were wondering, my dad won't be back until tomorrow night," the girl nodded looking around, JJ's house was tiny compared to her house and not welcoming at all, there was a strange air in there as if the walls were transmitting the bad things that were happening in there . . . Probably like the walls of her house. Each house, in addition to giving off different smells, was the voice of different stories, some good and unfortunately some bad, and in the worst cases tragic. JJ led her to a wide open door that she deduced was the bathroom. "Sit there," he pointed to the sink, she did as it was told as she watched him look for something.

He positioned himself in front of the girl with the first aid kit, Kylie couldn't help but smile slightly at the look of concentration that had appeared on his face. A tuft of blond hair had fallen in front of his eyes as he took a cotton pad and soaked it in disinfectant, he looked up from the disk and focused his beautiful blue eyes on Kylie's same-colored ones. "It'll probably burn a little, if it burns a lot, squeeze my hand as much as you want, okay?" JJ said firmly, the girl nodded letting JJ run the cloth over her lip.

Objectively it didn't hurt that much, it just burned a little, overshadowed by the thing that hurt the most: the memories of this horrible night that had yet to end.

• • • 𝖥𝖫𝖠𝖲𝖧𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖪; 𝖤 𝖠 𝖱 𝖫 𝖨 𝖤 𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦

"You're fucking drunk Rafe!Look at your eyes, you're high. I don't want to talk to you. Don't you see how you've become?" the blonde blurted out, getting up from her bed, she had just driven him home after they had been to a party at Topper's house, they had practically not seen each other for the whole evening as he had been with their friends and she was with Sarah and some other girls. When she started looking for him she found him in these terrible conditions. Rafe knew how much she hated drugs, but he took it anyway and that's why she had to drag him home by force, as he didn't move from where he was sitting.

 "You really pissed me off tonight," he commented grimacing as he got out of bed, "I always have to do what you want! This isn't fucking living!" he continued getting closer, his look scared her, the same look his father had; blank look, without any emotion. Kylie backed away with every step he took towards her.

A smile, or rather a grin, appeared on his face. The blood in Kylie's veins froze, she was unable to move even a muscle, she was petrified by fear and feeling helpless. When her back collided with the wall she knew she was fucked. There was no escape, she was trapped. Rafe violently put his hand around Kylie's slender neck, tightening his grip. "R-Rafe," the girl gasped, putting her hands on his, trying to break away with no success, his eyes didn't send any emotion, he looked at her absent, as if he were estranged from the world. 

"P-please," she gasped trying to move her hands from his neck but he didn't move. "You're hurting me."

• • • 𝖯 𝖱 𝖤 𝖲 𝖤 𝖭 𝖳   𝖣 𝖠 𝖸

"I'm hurting you?" JJ's voice reached the girl's ears muffled, like when you are immersed under water and someone talks to you from outside, she almost didn't hear what he said, but it was enough to divert her attention from that memory that had been tormenting her for a hours. "No, don't worry," she replied for the first time, shaking her head.

"Done," JJ announced throwing the pieces of cotton he had used in the trash, qa few seconds later he took her hand and helped her get off the sink. "Wait here, I'll be right back." Kylie nodded, as soon as she came out of the small bathroom she looked in the mirror with tears in her eyes.A large purple bruise had formed under her eye, and a crust was forming on her lip. "How did I get to this point?" she whispered to herself, wiping away her tears, it was all her fault.

Kylie took a few seconds trying to focus her mind on something else. She looked at the bathroom: it was as small as the closet she had at home and the floor was a little dirty. In one corner there was a toilet and a little further away, near the door there was a small shower. On the wall in front of them was the mirror she was desperately trying to avoid, it was broken, someone had probably punched it, the fragments still attached spread across the surface, in some places it was still intact. It couldn't be repaired. When something breaks, objects or people, it is difficult to repair them, in some cases impossible, the only difference between them is that objects can be bought back, while people cannot. Kylie felt broken, just like that mirror, it was Rafe's fault if she was like this.

"I'm back," JJ exclaimed as he threw open the door, he was holding a wrinkled t-shirt in his hand, "I brought you a t-shirt, you will sleep more comfortably than in that dress," he replied, handing it to her. Kylie looked at JJ's outstretched hand for a few seconds, "thank you," she smiled as she took the garment, the girl watched him for a few seconds, giving a small nod to the door, waiting for him to get the signal and go out. "Oh yeah, sorry," he shook his head in embarrassment and walked out the door scratching the back of his neck. The girl giggled as she took off the dress she was wearing, it was as if she were leaving a terrible evening behind him. She quickly put on JJ's shirt without even glancing at the mirror, the t-shirt was very large, reaching mid-thigh.

The girl opened the door easily reaching JJ's room, there weren't many doors and they were closed, a beam of light came from one room, "so, how do I look?" she asked, spinning around. "It looks much better on you than it does on me." Kylie smiled, a real smile, different from the ones she reserved for her Kooks friends.

"I'll leave you my bed, I'll go sleep on the sofa if you need any― " Kylie interrupted, "stay. . . please," the blond boy pleaded with his eyes, JJ stopped to think about it, 'he's cute while he's concentrated' the girl thought, smiling slightly. 

The truth is that JJ already knew the answer but didn't want to seem brazen by immediately answering yes. "Of course," the blonde smiled happily as she walked towards the bed, together they got under the covers and looked into each other's eyes.

Kylie wasn't sure when they fell asleep, but the last thing she remembered was JJ's beautiful eyes staring into hers, no one had ever looked at her like that, not even Rafe. She reached out to the bedside table, grabbing her phone, trying not to wake JJ, squinting at the bright light on the display. 6:20AM. The first thing that caught her eyes, besides the time, were the multiple messages from Rafe. She huffed loudly as she scrolled through her notifications.

From Rafe <3: Where r u?

From Da Rafe <3: Don't piss me off.

From Rafe <3: Fuck you.

From Rafe <3: Babe... I'm so sorry... I wasn't myself

She put her phone back on the bedside table, running a hand through her hair, she loved Rafe but when he got pissed off or get high he became another person, a horrible person. At least now she knew he was sober, and if she ran into him she hoped to have a normal conversation. 

A smile appeared on her face when she heard JJ mumble something next to her, she turned towards his direction stopping to look at him, he was so peaceful and damn beautiful, 'the person who wakes up every morning seeing this little face every day will be truly lucky' she thought.

She left a kiss on his cheek before moving the covers off her and getting out of bed, being careful not to wake him, despite herself she couldn't stay here, his father could return early any minute and they would both be in big trouble if Luke Maybank found her here.

She grabbed her things and slipped away, she didn't want to go home, but she had to, school was starting in less than an hour, and she definitely needed freshen up before facing Rafe.

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