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⮑0.3⮐

three, motels & guns
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THERE WAS NOTHING WORSE THAN ONE OF JOHN BS PLANS. Actually there was nothing worse than being the only rational one in the group, but at least Molly had Pope. Although, at times it seemed like Pope would just pull random facts out of his ass to fill awkward silence.

The had group coasted down the marsh, towards the wreck of a motel that probably didn't look any better before the storm.

"I though the chateau looked bad".

"This place is a shit show".

"Worse than Molly's room", JJ added playfully without looking at the girl.

Molly flipped him off with an annoyed look in her eye. He sent her a wink and blew her a kiss, knowing fully well that his room was messier than any run down motel.

"Motel or meth lab?", Kie cringed

"You should be the judge".

"Doesn't look like a place somebody with a Grady White would stay", John B spoke while he pulled closer to the building.

"No. Looks like a place someone with a Grady White would get killed".

Molly took a deep breath as they got closer to the motel she had been to multiple times in the last three months. Rafe didn't wanna go anywhere near Figure 8 when he was with her. Molly didn't mind, she just liked to spend time with him. Whether he was watching the game on the crappy tv or plowing her on the 20 year old bed. But a lot of the time, they would be fighting. A fight that ended in broken glass, shedded tears and a firm grip on her soft face.

"All right, here we go".

"This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin in for landing", JJ spoke into his hand and hopped out the boat

"We good?", John B checked.

"Yeah, we good".

"Alright. Here goes nothin".

JJ finished typing the rope, then put his hand out for Molly to take. She raised her brow and crossed her arms. There was no way she was getting herself stuck in one of those two idiots plans. To be fair though, John B was only stupid when he was with JJ, the other times he was just high off his own ADHD.

"Chop Chop Molly V. We don't got all day", JJ hurried.

"No, no, no, no, no. We aren't bringing my little sister along. What if there's a psycho killer in that room", John B slapped the boys hand away.

"Oh, so you're just gonna let me get murdered?", JJ threw his hands up.

"JJ. If Molly dies, who's gonna take care of JD?", The brother grabbed the Maybank boys shoulder and gave him a stern look.

"What is he, like twelve now? Molly's been taking care of herself since birth. He can handle it", JJ shrugged.

"Yeah and everyone else", Molly mumbled and plopped back down.

"Hey", Pope rose.

"Yeah?".

"Don't let him do anything stupid".

"Oh, we will", JJ nodded.

"I'm not making any promises".

"Yeah, I know", Pope sighed and took a seat next to Molly.

"Uh, be careful", Kie handed the motel key over. "I mean it".

"Yeah", John B chuckled, turning his head to look at her before getting off the boat.

"Seriously John, don't do anything stupid!", Molly shouted after him.

He turned around once more and stuck his tongue out. JJ gave her a glance as well, a smirk on his lips. The two went along into the wreckage and then there were three.

"Hey. Don't worry Molls, John B's dumb but he's not that dumb, he'll keep an eye on JJ", Kiara reassured the girl with a hand in her shoulder.

Kie took a seat across from Pope and Molly, bringing her knees up to her chest as Molly took a hit from her juul and Pope fanned the smoke away from his face.

"Ok, what's your guys's biggest pet peeve", Pope asked.

There was a lot of things Molly could say to the question. Moms that abandoned their children, fathers that take all their children's money and then abandon them, brothers that were too wrapped up in parties and summer fun to help pay the bills. The list could quite literally go on.

"I guess, dirty dishes and like a centimeter of dish soap left in the bottle", The Routledge girl answered.

"Biggest pet peeve?".

"Yeah".

"Easy. Giving one percent to the environment", Kie said with a high level of confidence.

"What's wrong with that?", Pope asked.

"We only have one earth, Pope. We should be giving it one hundred percent, bare minimum".

"There is no bare minimum with one hundred percent", Molls looked up with a look of confusion on her face.

"Yeah, that's the point, Molls", Kie snapped.

"Ok but that's not fiscally sound".

"Neither is destroying the planet we have to live on".

A patrol car pulled up the motel. Molly liked to think that she knew every sheriff in Outerbanks. Most of them had been to her house a couple of times, to drop her father off after passing out drunk at the local bar. That didn't mean she was on good terms with all of them though.

"Hey, hey, cops", Pope exclaimed.

"Shit", Kiara cursed.

"Call them", Pope turned to Molly.

"She can't, towers are down".

"If I loose my merit scholarship, I'm gonna kill someone".

"Here we go with the merit scholarship", Molly groaned and followed the two out of the boat.

"Maybe they're not going up there. Maybe they're just maybe they're just looking for a room".

"Look, he's pointing, he's pointing. They're going up", Kie showed.

"Calm down. Just calm down!", Molly grabbed Kiara and Popes arm, pulling them further behind the discarded sign.

Kie looked back and forth before gesturing them to follow her. The three sprinted to the side of the building.

"Okay, do something. Do something", Kie rushed.

"Stand back", Pope picked up a rock.

Both girls grabbed onto each other and stood back. Yeah, they argued a lot but they didn't hate each other. In fact, Molly would sleep over to get away from the two Routledge boys in her tiny house a lot.

"Okay. You got it".

Pope hurled the rock towards the upstairs window, it hitting the wall instead. The females whipped their head over to Pope and threw him a judgmental look.

"Didn't you ever play baseball?".

"He was probably too scared to break an elbow or something", Molly joined.

"I was on the math team", Pope defended himself.

"A mathlete?", Kie looked over to Pope and picked up a handful of pebbles.

"Hurry", Molly spoke, repeating Kiaras actions.

The two three the pebbles at the window frantically. Finally, John Bs head popped up over the blinds. The three waved their arms toward the front of whatever motel room the two boys were in. The cops were close now.

"Oh god, we are so going into foster care", Molly panicked.

"Come on, let's go back to the boat", Pope nodded over.

They ran back to the HMS Pogue as if they were being chased by hungry zombies. Kie jumped into the drivers seat as Molly and Pope continued to keep their eyes glued to the scene.

"Should we peel?", She asked.

"Bitch", Molly stared, Pope putting his arm out to stop her.

"We never leave a pogue behind".

"Yeah, read the hand book, Kiara", The girl spit.

"Guys, I'm serious. Should we peel?".

"Maybe".

"Fuck you guys. I'm gonna help", Molly cursed, about to get out the boat.

Pope pulled the petite girl back in, almost letting go but knowing John B wouldn't forgive him if he let his little sister run into danger.

"Look, look, look", He pointed to the window.

Molly looked and immediately her jaw hit the ground. John B and JJ stood close to the wall with their fit on the roof of someone else's window.

"What are you guys doing?", Pope whispered.

"Oh my god".

At that moment, Molly swore she had reached the capacity of stupid shit her brother and JJ had ever done. Stupid actions and stupid thoughts were a package deal when it came to JJ Maybank but it was different when it came to her own flesh and blood. John B put a finger to his lips and shushed them while JJ waved them away. As if they actually had this under control

A close eye was kept on the two teen boys. JJ could be seen mouthing something to John B in an angry manner. His flaring arms knocked the gun right out his pocket and hit the ground floor with a loud thud. Molly's eyes widened and she mentally wrote a note to hit JJ as hard as she could when he got down. The blinds opened suddenly and all three teens on the boat, scattered to pretend to be talking.

Sheriff Shoupe glazed over the boat, probably hoping to see Scooter Grubs coming back from a coffee shop or a bar. But he didn't, so he released the blinds and went back to packing up evidence. A wave of relief hit Molly like a train but then she saw JJ in the corner of her eye. He clung onto the rustic bricks of the motel wall for dear life. Looking down to see Molly glaring at him, he nodded to her with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"I'm going to kill you, Maybank", She mouthed the words dramatically, dragging her thumb across her neck.

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⮑0.3⮐

three, motels & guns
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WAS THERE A DESIGNATED AGE WHERE YOU STOPPED SHOWING YOUR SIBLING THAT YOU LOVED THEM? For Molly, it was 8. Not because her brother would pull pranks on her and stick gum in her hair, but because nine was the age she had to grow up. The day she changed her little brothers diaper and John B stopped asking if she wanted to go out and play, because the answer would probably be "I have to watch the baby".

Molly always wondered what day JD would stop depending on her and stop loving her the way a son loved his mother. She remembered JD when he was just a baby. An 18 month old being taken care of by an 8 year old, a troubling sight for many but no one seemed to care. And Molly would never forget the way she felt when the word mama left his baby mouth for the first time and how she had to explain to the tiny human that she wasn't his mother and their mother would probably never come back.

John B never quite understood the hardships Molly suffered for the family. How she had been picking up empty beer bottles almost everyday for more than half her life, how she had to clean up after everyone and somehow deal with school and growing girl issues. There was no doubt that Molly's issues sat no where in John Bs mind and that was a fact.

"Well that was fun. You could have warned us a little sooner".

"We would've, except Pope was on the math team", Kie spoke.

"You were in the math team?", John Bs head perked up

"The cops took everything like it was a crime scene".

"Ok, well technically if Scooter Grubbs is missing, it is one. So", Molly trailed on.

"Yeah that's what i'm saying".

"Oh! And what else is a crime scene? Hmm, I don't know. Maybe that!", The girl sarcastically said before lifting up JJs shirt to show the gun and cash in his waist band.

He scrambled up and the two objects fell to the boat floor. Pope and Kiara jumped up, ready to yell at JJ and his reckless need to steal things.

"What the hell!".

"Dude what?"Kie protested.

"Why would you take that from a crime scene?".

"Yeah JJ. Why would you take that from a crime scene", Miss Molls interjected.

"It's better than the cops having it!".

"Yeah Molly, stop scaring Pope", John B lectured.

Molly put her hands up in defeat, knowing she was probably raising Popes fears. But she was right. Who cared about a merit scholarship, what about her kid? The last thing she needed was DCS finding out she was associated with someone who was carrying a deadly fire arm.

"I'm gonna lose my merit scholarship".

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh", JJ pulled Pope closer. "At least you have us right?".

"Oh my god", Molly groaned, putting her face in her hands.

"I'm living the nightmare".

Later that day, the Pogues and Kiara sat at dock. Tents had been set up, clean up crews roamed and the local sheriffs stuck around for any news on a missing person. Molly sat next to her brother, her head resting on his shoulder as they all watched the EMTs wheel a pale body away.

"Who's that?", John B questioned the blonde next to him.

"It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got", She boasted and pulled out her phone.

Molly made a sour face and raised her head to look away as JJ leaned over to see. She pushed the phone out of her direct sight, giving the girl a dirty look.

"Holy shit".

"What kind of a boat did he have?", JJ asked.

"Somehow, that dirt bad copped a brand-new Grady-White".

All five heads rose to see if they had all heard the same thing at the same time. Suddenly, Molly was a lot more interested in the dead body or should I say, the owner of a Grady-White?

"Everyones out looking for it".

"John", Molly turned to her brother. "Everyone is out looking for it", She nagged.

The Routledge boy looked up at JJ. Scooter Grubbs decaying body was rolled away by three men in uniform. Her eyes followed it and somehow she could feel the pain that Lana Grubbs felt. Molly was sure that one of these days, the same would happen to her and she would watch as her own fathers body was taken to the morgue. Her brain kept telling her she didn't care, that Big John Routledge was a bad person and an even worse father. Yet her heart told her she missed him and just wanted a dad like Heyward or Ward Cameron.

Like a wave washing away written messages in the sand, her mind wondered to a different topic. A topic that she knew was going to get her in a heaping mess. The fact that John B was gonna find out why Scooter Grubbs owned a Grady-White and why he died in it.

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HEY! My boss put 4 days in my work schedule and I used to have 2 so like sorry babes. Anyways, please make sure to comment and I don't mean a comment that's like "this was so good, updat!!" cause i'll kill u. I mean multiple comments on the chapter. But yes, I'm still sticking with the story so don't worry bestue queens