Junes reaction to what had happened at Sarah's apartment was beyond rational, the girl deciding that getting as drunk as humanly possible and drowning in her sorrows would make her feel better. So she had secured a bottle, sat her ass on the side of a dock, and let her feet touch the water as she drank to forget.

However the alcohol didn't make her feel any better, the March girl still pondering how on Earth she was the bad guy in all of this. The way Sarah had explained it made it seem like they were innocent, like they hadn't done a thing to her. She knew she had forgiven them all too early, she hated that she was forced into it. She hadn't meant to have the outburst against Kie...but the way she constantly spoke about Kooks as if she wasn't one too...as if the only thing constituting her as a Pogue was the fact that she was friends with them.

June had always despised the systematic names, the way that whole groups of people on the island relied so heavily on them to determine who they could like and dislike. Pogues and Kooks could hardly mix, it was a born hatred for each other that was caused by nothing by the fact that your parents had money or they didn't. It was the biggest thing that bothered her in her relationship with Zach. He would constantly insult people he didn't even know, only because they lived on his version of the wrong side of the island. Zach would base everything off of the fact that they were less and he was more, and she had hated it. It was the reason she had broken up with him...she had been so blinded by JJ and the prospect of having real friends that she didn't realize she had fallen into a whole group of people with the same ideals as him...just reversed. It was always what held her apart from them—even if they said it didn't.

"Well fuck that." June whispered to herself, taking another sip of her drink. She looked out at the water as her feet swung, her toes dipping into it as she carried on with her thoughts. The February breeze had made an appearance and she was glad she had thought to bring a jacket, knowing that she would regret it if she hadn't.

She wasn't sad per-say,  more disappointed in that fact that nothing ever quite seemed to be okay. Sarah, her closest friend, the girl she had hardly even spoken to in the last two weeks, was angry with her because she wouldn't tell her what happened at Toms house. June was disappointed in the fact that Sarah would hold that against her, that she would use it as an ultimatum. She didn't know how to explain it, how could she possibly look them all in the eyes and confess to murder. They knew, or at least they thought they knew, John B having theorized that the gunshot he had heard in the cave was from June. And while it was a highly theorized occurrence, none of them truly knew for sure. All they knew was that Singh had grabbed her...and she had gotten away.

June didn't want to think about that any longer, knowing that if she dwelled on it that she would see him. The water that her foot was in was reminding her of the way she had sunk into the ocean, how she had almost died. She thought it was funny that the only reason she hadn't was because of Tyler. Tyler, who carted her off to her death at Singhs hands...had also saved her life before. Numerous times in fact. She wondered if he ever made it back to his mom. She hoped he did. Even after everything.

Her thoughts traveled to what Rafe had said to her earlier that day, her chin resting on her knee as she ducked in a deep breath. He was angry with her because she was talking to JJ. She was tired of attempting to please the two of them by hiding the other. At this point she didn't care. Thinking of what he said earlier reminded her of a time long ago when he had found her after running from the cops, when he had called her a slut to her face. She regretted not laughing in his face then, wondering why he could ever call her that when all he ever seemed to want was her for himself.

Whatever progress she had been making with JJ was hardly a good thing, June knowing she didn't need to fall into the same trap again. He hadn't even been able to look at her when Sarah was yelling at her. Nothing had changed. He agreed. He still agreed that she was a terrible person. That something was wrong with her. Of course he did. Neither of them had changed.

June took another swig from the bottle, breathing in the salty air as she tried to think of what she would do next. How did she proceed? Alone? She could figure something out with the tailor shop...she was sure she could. Maybe she could just kill Hardy. Maybe she could get out of this entirely and not have to worry about it. Maybe she could disappear into the night and never be heard from again. She liked that option a whole lot better than any others. Drop off the face of the Earth, and then no one would care if she lived or died. She would just be gone.

June stared out at the boats in the marina, her vision slightly delayed as she had been drinking for almost an hour. Not at a very consistent rate, but enough now to get her tipsy. Another gust of wind blew and with this one she heard the sound of wood creaking on it, her eyes lowering to the bottle and then back up to the water. She wasn't afraid, she was frustrated. And most importantly she was frustrated because she knew exactly what the creaking was, and she knew exactly who was causing it.

"I don't want to talk to you." She said, able to feel his presence a good few feet behind her. There was no reply and she scoffed, shaking her head at the fact that he wasn't answering her. "Why do you keep following me?"

She could hear him breathing behind her but again he didn't say anything, June turning her head to see what was wrong with him. However her eyes widened when she realized it was not Rafe Cameron like she had supposed...it was Leon Hardy.

"Not who you were expecting?" He asked, June closing her eyes and letting out a breath.

"I guess that still applies to you too." She said, looking back out at the water and taking another sip of her drink. Her hand slipped into her jacket pocket and she hoped he couldn't tell what she was doing, her stomach knotting as she made the risky move. Hardy didn't seem too impressed by this, the man taking a step towards her.

"Where's my key?" He asked, June feeling dread in her body when she remembered that that key was not with her.

"I don't have it."

"Bullshit I know you do. Let me see it. Now." June put the bottle down beside her, pushing herself up from the dock and standing in front of him. There was a strange look in his eyes that made a chill go down her spine, and June felt her first round of uneasiness.

"This isn't going to work out. I cant do this for you." June said in a serious voice, praying that one thing would go right for her, that he might just move on. That would be too easy.

"I didn't give you the option of whether or not you wanted to do this. I told you to. I told you I'd kill Zach Roberts and your brother." June let out a breath and then closed her eyes, trying to get her thoughts on what to do.

"The group thing isn't working out okay? It's just not. We can't find it. I cant find it. You'll have to find someone else."

"So you want me to make good on that threat?" He was confused, not understanding what she wasn't understanding about this agreement.

"No! I—I'll go to the cops." June hadn't meant to say it but she did, knowing there was no way she could take it back. She had revealed her hand.

"You have no proof I was here. I'm dead in the eyes of the law."

"I can prove it." She said, only digging herself further into a hole.

"How?"

"I've got...it's on video. Right here." June pulled her phone out of her pocket, holding the camera up to look at the man in front of her.  She had started recording when she had turned back around,  the girl getting a full confession from him on his threats against her family. "Leave me alone or I'll send it."

Hardy looked between her and the phone,  his gaze darkening when he looked back at her. His eyebrows twitched together for a moment and then he shot forwards, grabbing her by the arm and twisting it. She let out a yell as she tried to hold the phone away from him, the girl ending the recording as best as she could. He twisted her arm even harder, pressing against her as he got the phone out of her hand. She dropped it, letting out a cry as it fell to the wooden boards beneath her. His mouth got dangerously close to her ear and he whispered words that she was sure would haunt her, his voice cold and sure.

"You'll die for that." June let out a whimper as he used his strength to pull her towards the edge of the dock, the water pitch black over the edge. He pushed her until she was only  holding on by the balls of her feet, cries leaving her lips as the fear engulfed her. Her fight or flight kicked in as she stared at the darkness beneath her, June pushing back against him. However it was to no avail, Hardy's own adrenaline working against her. He would not be bested by her a second time.

"Please stop! Stop!" She yelled, hoping someone would hear her but he clapped a hand over her mouth and let go of her arm, wrapping his arm around her neck and choking her.

"You don't like the water do you!" He said in a condescending voice, June closing her eyes as she felt the air leaving her lungs. The mention of the water reminded her that she had an option, the girl doing whatever she had to to get out of his grip. She used her body weight to pull them both into the water, the girl holding her breath as they fell in. He let her go and she successfully resurfaced, a cough leaving her lips as she tried to catch air. She began to swam in the opposite direction of where he was but he had resurfaced too, reaching for any bit of her that he could. He ended up gripping her by the hair, the man pulling her back and getting his arm around her again. He could hardly see due to the water in his eyes, but he swam up under the dock and then was able to get back on shore,  pulling her kicking and screaming back onto dry land. His breath heaved as he tried to catch it, June taking his fatigue as the chance to try and get away. She used her foot to kick him as hard as she could, his grip loosening as his hands flew to his groin.

June took off, running for her life back towards town. It didn't help that it was night time,  that there was no one that would be able to help her because it was the middle of the night. She couldn't breathe from all the effort that had taken, the girl dipping into a small part of the dock that she could hide between two boats. She struggled breathing, terrified for her life and in fear of the fact that would find her. She looked around for anything she could use as a weapon, anything that could get him away from her if he found her. She whimpered and cried as she looked, finding a toolbox beside one of the boats. She pulled it open and found a screwdriver, her fingers sweaty as she gripped it in her hand. She crouched back into a spot good enough to hide, hoping he would leave and not try and find her.

However she heard footsteps only moments later, her stomach in knots as she shook. She was gripping the screwdriver so hard that there was an imprint of the ridges on it on her fingers. She held her breath as he passed right by the small cubby she was tucked away in, the man not even looking in her direction as he passed. It went silent and she no longer could hear footsteps, June convinced he had left or he was far enough away now that she could make a break for it. She knew it was now or never, he would look again and this time he would find her. She had to go.

She pushed out of the spot and ran, probably faster than she ever had in her entire life. She could see the parking lot, could see the car as she ran between two tool sheds, almost home free. However she got to the edge of the shed and he turned the corner, Junes hand lifting instantly as she stopped. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was too afraid to open them, knowing he would be standing there, trying to kill her. But he didn't grab her, her eyes slowly opening and the most unimaginable fear gripping her entire being.

Leon stood in front of her, gurgling blood in his mouth due to the fact that the screw driver had entered the side of his neck. His hands were lifting to the wound and Junes eyes widened, the man looking at her in utter disbelief. Her next move was her pulled it out, blood spraying onto her face and her hands lifting to the hole in the side of his neck.

"Oh my god! No! No! I didn't— I didn't mean...no!" His body crumpled and she followed him to the ground, his eyes staring up at her in absolute shock and disbelief at the fact he was dying. She applied pressure to his neck but didn't know what to do, tears dropping from her eyes as she shook violently. She was unable to look away from him, her eyes wide and unblinking as she was overcome by shock. He reached up from beside of him and gripped her sleeve, his blood staining the fabric of her jacket as he continue to whole in his own blood. "Oh god."

She watched as the light faded from his eyes and eventually he was staring blankly up at her, June unable to move as she looked down at him. She had been sniffling and crying and unable to breathe for minutes now, so shocked by what she had done that she couldn't even comprehend anything.

She looked up eventually from his face, checking to see if anyone had seen anything. She had a million thoughts shooting through her brain and she had no idea what any of them were saying, the only decipherable one being the voice shouting to her that she had just killed someone.

"He was trying to kill you. You had to do it. You had to. You had to. You had to do it." She said to herself, using her hand to wipe the hair from her face. The blood smeared across her cheeks as she did so, her heart beat pounding at the highest rate imaginable in her chest. She repeated the words until she began to believe them, her shock guiding her to get up. She looked around and walked back towards the the dock where she had left her bottle, knowing she needed to do something about this. She broke into a run and when she got to the bottle she saw her phone laying beside it, her shaky hands grabbing at the device.

There was only one person she knew to call, one person that would be able to help her. She pressed the name and then lifted the phone to her ear, her eyes wide as she stared down at the blood on her hand.

"Hello?" He would always answer. Of course he would. And she needed him now.

"I need you."

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I'll leave this up for now but I was thinking of another direction with this so we'll see if I keep this chapter the way it is or not. For now this is what we're going with