A/N: This chapter is a personal favorite of mine.
Previously: Hotch vists Haley's grave while Emily grieves a loved one of her own. Cat and Tobias make out until the latter's father comes home and beats him. Dave, Jason, Alex, Penelope, Derek, Maeve, and Spencer try to watch a movie at Maeve's house, but Spencer asks questions every five minutes. All of them leave except for Maeve and Spencer, which the latter comforts after Maeve admits she was hazed last year.
Chapter Six: Dear Significant Other,
It was the same each year for each grade. Each class acted as a whole, whether the individual in it liked it or not. Basically, it went like this: The freshmen are navigated through terror as a wake up call into high school, the sophomores were usually dubbed as forgotten, the juniors were cramming work in last second in hopes of getting into college, and the seniors just wanted to graduate and drink in peace.
But each student that had been at Quantico High for at least a year knew one thing: They loathed the journal books.
The freshmen didn't know about it at first, but once they understood the premise, they grew to hate it really quickly. They felt they shouldn't though, since it was a way to get an easy hundred in homework. But they'd agree that it was time consuming and that everyone expected to write about the 'pain' they felt as well as the woes of being a teenager. They'd have to come up with utter bull shit to keep these teachers happy, when they all knew it wasn't going to get any better.
"It's almost going to be the end of September," The Junior Honors English teacher says, eyeing all the students in his class. "You all know what that means." The class let out a collective groan as the teacher put down a notebook in front of each student.
"Huh?" Emily asked curiously since she was brand new to the school. She looks at JJ hoping she'll fill her in, but she shook her head and said, "You'll see."
"Everyday," their teacher started off by saying, "You'll write anything that's on your mind, much like a diary. It could be a good thing, it could be a bad thing, it could be whatever is on your mind at the moment. And at the end of the week in the beginning of class, I won't look at what you wrote, but I'll check that you made an entry in front of you so your privacy will be respected."
"This isn't Freedom Writers," Emily referenced loudly, much to the amusement of the rest of her classmates. Well, except for Hotch, who never so much as really smiled these days. "Why?"
"It's an easy hundred on your homework grade, Ms. Prentiss. Unless, of course, you want actual homework?" The teacher was met with a defiant glare, but said nothing. The teacher continued, "Okay, so we're settled?" The class groaned again, but no one straight up protested much like Emily did.
The bell rang, but the teacher said. "Aaron, stay after." The teacher didn't even have to look at him to feel him rolling his eyes at him. Nevertheless, Hotch grabbed his bag and went to his English teacher's desk. "Yes?" The teacher let out a sigh and went through his desk and opened a drawer. Once he found what he was looking for, he handed the notebook over to Hotch.
"A book?" Hotch asked, giving him a tone that said 'you're-pathetic.' "I already have one."
The teacher ignored the rudeness. "Take a look."
Hotch glanced at the cover. His eyes popped open and then blinked multiple times, assuming this was a hallucination. When he realized this wasn't the case, he read the cover of the book.
xx Haley Brooks Diary xx
~Sophomore Year~
This was Haley's journal from last year.
Hotch looked up into his teacher's eyes, almost feeling himself slip away into anger and sadness. He'd let his anger take over more than his sadness each time. "Why are you showing me this?" This teacher had some balls to show him this. Why? Was his teacher trying to make him feel like shit? To remind him of the one person who lit up his world? The one person he could never have back?
The teacher sat back, not naive to his pain. Except Hotch could argue that he was. "I know how much you cared for Haley, I would think you wanted to read it, at least it'd be better than me." Hotch, who's fist was clenched the whole time, felt it slowly relax. However, Hotch knew there was more to it.
"Haley had kept it over the summer, before she..." He trailed off, but Hotch took the hint as the man continued. "Her parents didn't want it. They claimed the last Haley would've wanted was them snooping around. They...wanted me to give it to you, instead."
He took Haley's diary from the teacher, not even muttering a thank you.
He didn't say a word.
"Let's go!" Cat screeched during cheer practice. It was hard enough that she had to deal with this journal bull shit again. They all knew about her father, but they turned the other cheek. Nobody got it. Nobody would ever understand. She could write about how her father drinks and hits, but it wouldn't mean shit to anyone.
Now, her cheer squad sucked and Tobias hadn't talked to her ever since Charles started to beat him. She was going to take it out on them. "All of you are sloppy! Faster!" She watched the other cheerleaders do the routine without her, watching carefully for any little mistakes that she could pick.
"Stop!" Cat dramatically shouted, holding her arms out for emphasis as all the cheerleaders stopped moving. "This is horrible. All of you are terrible, Jesus Christ! Do any of you think about practicing?" All of the girls looked down at the floor in shame. "You know what? I should just cancel our sleepover!"
All the other girls gasped in fright. Meanwhile, Elle and Ashley looked very confused and out of place. "Sleepover?"
Cat smirked. "Yes, the cheer squad always has sleepovers at my place, and since you two are apart of the cheer squad, you're expected to come."
"Expected?" Elle blurted, making Ashley nudge her shoulder as a sign for her to stop. "What!? I don't wanna get hazed again." All the cheerleaders laughed aloud at Elle's straightforward attitude. Cat grinned wider, impressed by it.
"Once you get hazed, you'll never be hazed again," she explained. "One day, you two will do the hazing."
"Besides," Lindsey said on the verge of squealing. "You've never been to a Cat Adams sleepover. You don't wanna miss it."
"When is it?" Asks Ashley.
"Tonight."
"Tonight?" Ashley repeats, horrified that she wasn't told sooner.
"Is that a problem?" Cat inquired, starting to glare at her that was saying, It-Better-Not-Be.
Ashley shook her head, nerved by her glare. "No...it's that, I have to ask my mom." All the girls exchanged glances with each other, looking extremely baffled. As if what Ashley said was the most confusing thing ever said known to man.
"...You still have to ask your parents for things?" Lindsey asked, not mocking her, but asking with genuine curiosity.
"My mom," Ashley corrected, out of instinct. "Just my mom, not my dad." Cat and Lindsey both lifted their eyebrows, they knew daddy issues when they saw it. After all, they experienced it first hand.
"I'll be there," said Elle, after a while in hopes of getting the attention away from Ashley.
"Your uncle is no longer pissed about stealing his flask?" Ashley whispered, but all the girls heard it and giggled quietly.
"Ooh, someone's a baddy!" Cat cooed teasingly, making Elle smile a bit shyly, something that's very unlike her. "But yeah, I'll give you my address." She clapped her hands together and her smile disappeared. "It doesn't change the fact that all of you suck right now! From the top!"
Emily sighed and looked out the window that was next to her desk. She did not feel like working today. It didn't even have to do with the fact that Emily detested science more than anything else in the world. Then it hit her after five minutes of daydreaming; Hotch wasn't here. She just saw him in English, no?
Five minutes later, Hotch enters in late and takes his regular seat beside Emily. He still held Haley's notebook in his hands, almost clutching it to his chest as if it'll go away in a single moment.
Emily couldn't help but glance at the notebook. "Haley Brooks," she says, reading the title. Hotch meets Emily with a glare with mortifying intensity. Emily pretends not to be phased. "Who's Haley Brooks?" Hotch continued to glare at Emily, before sneering.
"None of your fucking business." He grabbed his belongings and stalked out of the classroom, despite the teacher calling out his name over and over to get his attention and bring him back in.
Emily was at loss. But for now, she's keeping this to herself.
"Mom, we're home!" Ashley called out to her mom, along with Elle trailing behind her as they entered the house. An older woman who was the spitting image of Ashley was seen sitting on the couch reading a novel.
She smiled. "Hey girls, what's doin?"
"Hey Ms. Seaver," Elle said with a smirk. She knew that if she played friendly it was most likely that Ms. Seaver would let Ashley go to the sleepover.
"So, mom..." Ashley says in a voice that was too sweet. "I know this is last minute, but my cheer captain is having a sleepover tonight and I really wanna go."
"Where does she live?" Ms. Seaver asked.
"Just a couple blocks away, I promise," Ashley said, starting to plead in order to go. "Please, mom! I'm with Elle the whole time." Ms. Seaver thought about it for a moment, before glancing at the two girls.
She caved in. "Fine. You've never lied to me, and I guess since you're in high school now..." Ms. Seaver's sentence was cut off as her daughter practically knocked her down in a gleefully near hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Ms. Seaver, while hugging her daughter looked at Elle and spoke.
"Watch out for her, please."
"Of course Ms. Seaver," Elle agreed with a grin. "What are best friends for?"
Elle and Ashley had their bags packed for Cat's sleepover. Ashley didn't know why Cat bothered to invite her and Elle, since they recently learned from the hazing that freshmen were at the bottom of the food chain. Was being in the cheer squad really a one way ticket to popularity? Well, that's what it seemed like. It was funny. The same people that laughed at them during the hazing were the same people that would say hi to her and Elle in the hallways.
They both ran to Cat's house in excitement and glee, barely able to contain their squeals and shouts. They didn't care that they were probably disturbing everyone in the neighborhood. Going to a popular girl's sleepover was exciting, wicked, and unpredictable. Ashley heard her phone vibrate, she had gotten a text:
Cat- Meet me in the back of my house.
Showing the message to Elle, both girls were confused. They hoped to God this wasn't another mean trick on them. Ashley was so reluctant that she suggested to Elle that they should head back to avoid possible embarrassment. But Elle insisted that they'd go, because what if it wasn't? When Elle went with her gut, Ashley went with Elle's gut as well, forgetting all about her own.
They meet at the back of Cat's house, surprised to see not only Cat, but the other cheerleaders holding their duffel bags.
"Why are we out here?" Ashley asks, almost fearfully. When she sees Cat's face, it's the first time she saw vulnerability, like she didn't want to go back into her house. All the other girls looked scared too.
"We're not sleeping over here," Cat says, still eyeing her home with disdain and misery. "I know a place, it's abandoned and no one goes there anymore. We just...can't go in here." She gestured to her own home. "C'mon, we have to hurry."
"Not until I know why we can't go in there," Elle asked bravely and cautiously, making sure that this wasn't some mean trick. The other girls grew sad, and Cat grew angry only for a moment, until she sighed and explained.
"My dad is drunk right now, okay? And we don't exactly see eye to eye, and he's giving us a hard time. So please," she paused to look behind her. "Can we go?" Elle and Ashley believed her for a reason and only one reason only. They understood what it was like, to have a father that was absent emotionally and physically. Elle understood alcoholism, because of her uncle looking after her. Ashley understood, because she saw the hatred in Cat's eyes when she mentioned her father, and Ashley knew what it's like to hate your own father.
Two of the girls nodded and said in unison, "Let's go."
Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan. They're considered best friends. If Penelope wasn't hanging out with her so-obvious-crush Kevin Lynch, she would be hanging out with Derek. He would always come over to her house and watch movies. Penelope's style would be John Hughes films with Molly Ringwald or classic silent films with Charlie Chaplin. Both of these preferences spoke a lot about the quirky girl's personality, not that Derek seemed to mind. Derek preferred 80s movies as well, but not those lame chick flicks. He liked Marty Mcfly, Ferris Bueller, and John Bender.
The two of them settled on The Breakfast Club, since it's a John Hughes 80s film with Molly Ringwald, and John Bender was a character. After they got to that intense scene where Bender screams "Fuck you!" to Principal Vernon after he shuts the door, Penelope couldn't hold in her secret.
"I love Kevin Lynch!" She squeaked, stuffing popcorn into her mouth.
Derek looked at her strangely, before rolling his eyes. "Really?" His voice is dripping with sarcasm, and he tried his hardest not to be annoyed. "I had no idea."
"I know right?" Penelope giggled, smirking at her brilliance while missing sarcasm entirely. "I'm so good."
"Penelope, I knew."
The perky girl gasped. "What!? How?!"
"It's obvious, baby girl," said Derek. "It's been obvious since...forever. You've been hanging out with him more than me. But I get it...Kevin's a nice dude." He paused, a smirk creeping up his face. "You're going to actually make a move soon, though. That's probably why you're telling me this now."
"Halloween Party," was what she says next to Derek with a wide grin to tell him that she was planning something. When this realization hits him, he grins back.
"Will motorcycles be involved?"
Penelope playfully slapped him. "You're still talking about that!? No! It'll be a simple kiss, and we get together."
"Isn't that what JJ said too?—"
"Derek!" Penelope exclaimed, earning a laugh from Derek as she crossed her arms in disapproval. "I'm not discussing this anymore! Let's watch the movie."
"Whatever you say, baby girl."
The house was abandoned, and it surprisingly wasn't that far from Ashley's house. Ashley was shocked she hasn't noticed it after living here for mine going on ten years. It, however, didn't surprise her that it was abandoned after seeing its condition. On the outside, it was rusty, plain, and had the ability of making people dark and dreary inside. The inside, however, looked far worse. The dust was nearly visible, and the cobwebs were detected in the corners. The floor looked cold and demanded, and the silence made it sound haunted.
Still, it was exciting to go somewhere new. It was their little adventure together, a new discovery. Both freshmen couldn't deny how jittery they got when it came to the quick change of plans. Being unpredictable felt good. Ashley was going to ask about the history behind it. She was also going to ask if it was clean, but Elle silently told her to be quiet, to just go along with it.
They all had to get through a broken window in order to get inside. The front door was permanently locked. So they climbed in, one by one, Ashley being the last one inside. Once all the girls were in, they spread their sleeping bags in a huge circle. Cat leaned back on her sleeping bag. "Ah, bliss." She reached into her bag, who had sneaked a bunch of snacks.
"Just your basic sleepover stuff, you guys want anymore snacks?" Elle and Ashley exchanged a glance, wondering if they should stay silent or not.
Cat looked at the two new freshmen, laughing a bit. "You know, we don't bite as much as you think we do." Feeling slightly better, Ashley took a small bag of chips and began to eat it. Cat faced the dark haired freshman. "Greenaway?"
Elle politely declined. "No thanks, I'm not hungry."
Shrugging, Cat faced her best friend. "Lindsey," she reminded gently, with a knowing smirk, "Do you—"
"You seriously thought I'd forget?" Lindsey interrupted, smirking back as she rummaged through her extra bag, hearing the sounds of glass clanking against other objects. She pulled out bottles of beer, handing it to each of the cheerleaders who instantly opened them and began to drink. Elle and Ashley were hesitant at first. The only times they really drank were from Elle's uncle's flask, never from beer bottles. After a few seconds, they brought the bottles to their lips, realizing that beer wasn't as strong as the stuff in the flask.
"So...Bobby and I are having problems," Diane started off saying, taking a huge gulp.
"I think you're just paranoid," Lindsey said.
Cat nodded in agreement. "I think Linds is right, you and Bobby have been together forever."
"Well, I think that's the point! Maybe...maybe he's bored of me. He doesn't...he doesn't look at me the same way he used to!"
"Are the boiler room sessions good?" asked Cat.
"Yes, they're fine, as always."
"That's all that matters," Cat concluded.
Diane sighed, beginning to move on to another topic to get the attention off of herself. "Remember when JJ wasn't pregnant?" she asked, in the mood for gossip. Ashley and Elle exchanged looks, not knowing who this JJ girl was.
"Diane, no one remembers when JJ wasn't pregnant," Cat replied with an eye roll. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a carton of cigarettes. Diane eyed the cigarettes with wide eyes.
"I thought you were quitting?"
"Yeah right. Tobias is though." Cat shoved the stick in her mouth and lit it, feeling delighted as the smoke surrounded her. "Anyways, the only three juicy things about JJ was that her older sister offed herself, that she was the only one on the soccer team that could drink more than one beer without passing out, and that she fucked Will LaMontagne on a motorcycle."
"Tobias is quitting?" Lindsey asked, taking a sip of her alcoholic drink. Cat chuckled bitterly and inhaled her cigarette again. Lindsey took one of Cat's cigarettes out of the carton. Cat tossed her the lighter as Lindsey let the smoke enter her lungs. "By the way, he hasn't been around lately, what's up, Cat?"
Cat scowled angrily, her eyes flaring madly. "Tobias' dad is being a holier-than-thou prick again." She looked at the two girls who looked mildly curious, but she didn't know what it was. Wanting to see how they'd react, she took out her carton of cigarettes and showed them to the girls, seeing if they'd take one.
"I'll pass," said Ashley, she could never get used to the smell of cigarettes, even with her mother being a heavy smoker.
Cat shrugged and faced Elle. "Greenaway?"
"It's okay, I brought my own." Much to the older girl's shock, Elle rummaged through her bag and pulled out a cigarette, holding it between her lips as she got her lighter and flicked it on the end with ease. Cat smirked in approval as Elle didn't cough from inhaling the cigarette.
"I'll be damned," said Cat, still smirking.
"...So Tobias' dad isn't being very...nice," Lindsey said, getting back to the topic at hand. Cat laughed bitterly, the stupidity of fathers amused her each time. But the girls didn't miss how she was getting not-so-secretly angry.
"What else is fucking new? And when he gets meaner, so does Tobias. I just wish he'd shove his dad's head in a freezer or something!" Silence ensued after Cat's outburst of anger.
"...You shouldn't say things like that." Everyone faced the girl who said that, Ashley, though it was more like a mutter.
"Hon, you don't get it, do you?" Cat glared at her, mocking Ashley's innocence.
"Wh-what?" Ashley stammered, while Cat lit up another cigarette.
"Quantico High is a trouble magnet, sweet pea," explains Cat, letting out the smoke between her lips with satisfaction. "You see, everyone is so notoriously fucked up in some way."
"What do you mean?"
"You're not so innocent yourself, Seaver," Cat said, thought to Ashley it seemed like she was purposely ignoring her question. "Have you listened to the shit we've talked about? Let me give you a small percentage of Quantico High is really all about." Cat put out her cigarette in an ashtray and took a breath to begin. "JJ was a virgin who fucked someone on a motorcycle and got preggers. My boyfriend's dad is a prick. Hell, my dad is a drunk ass who's ego is so big that he pisses in a cup and drinks it. Your best friend smokes cigarettes and probably has some dark shit that she's going through like the rest of us." She paused, seeing the stoic look on Ashley's face. "You though, you obviously have some daddy issues."
"Why are you doing this?" Ashley said, clenching her teeth to keep her anger at bay.
"Because," Cat said, hardening her tone a bit more. "You're saying that I shouldn't say things about putting people's heads in freezers, because that's exactly what you want to do, you just don't want to say it. So sweetie, you're not alone when it comes to daddy issues." Lindsey instantly looked away, feeling like intruding would be a death sentence right now.
Elle didn't seem to think that way. She put her cigarette out in the ashtray and looked at Cat with honesty in her eyes. "I...I thought Ashley and I were the only ones, really. I mean, obviously people are fucked up, but it felt like—"
"That you two were the only ones," Lindsey interrupted knowingly, confirmed when the two freshmen nodded. "Welcome to Quantico High."
"Shit doesn't get any easier," Cat muttered darkly.
Haley's Sophomore Diary
September 17.
Hotch felt like a terrible boyfriend as he snooped.
Ugh, I hate journals, you know? Writing down your feelings like they'll actually be heard? And even if they are heard, will people actually care? No, I don't think so.
Hotch shuddered as he read on. I'm going to make one thing very clear very soon, I'm not going to whine about all my feelings and complain about all the drama in my life.
And that's what everyone hates the most about these journals. They all eventually did.
But if you must know, Quantico High is still the same shithole that it was last year when I was a freshman. The girls still smoke in the bathroom, the boys have a betting pool over who'll get pregnant this year—I think JJ is winning, I'm not sure—and the teachers sit on their asses and expect us to learn. Hotch shuddered again, realizing that Haley predicted JJ's pregnancy.
But some things are different. Captain of the cheer squad? Me? But, I'm only a sophomore! Whatever, that means I'll take charge of the hazing this year. I remember last year when I was a freshman and the senior cheerleaders hazed me. Like that bitch Izzy Rogers. Ugh, she was captain. But now, her favorite little freshman is taking over as an amazing sophomore.
There are these two freshmen, one of them prefers to be called Cat, and the other one is Lindsey. Such sweet little things...it sucks that I have to do this. What kind of cheer captain would I be if I didn't continue the Quantico High tradition? Besides, they wanna join the cheer squad. Cat is certainly interesting. I've found my mini me, it seems. Although she seems sweet, I know wickedness when I see it.
Hotch snorted. Boy, was she right.
I don't know about this year, but I'm looking forward to being with my amazing boyfriend, Aaron.
Hotch almost vomited that Haley used his name, considering that she was gone. We've been dating for a while now, almost five months going. Now, you can call me a cliche, but I've always imagined what life would be like if I was going to live long enough. I've already said that I'm most likely not going to live past thirty.
Sixteen.
I would marry my high school sweetheart at the age of twenty two, become a famous supermodel at twenty three, have three kids by the age of twenty seven, and I'd live happily ever after. Except, dreams don't really come true, do they? Don't get me wrong, I love my fairy tales. But fairy tales are a facade of the harsh realities that are really out there. And as soon as I step into the world as an adult, I will become a victim to those realities.
Hotch's heart sank.
So that's why I'm living life as long as I can. Because soon, we're all going to die. Some of don't know when, some of us don't know how. My motto is to live everyday like it's your last. Drank to excess? Well at least they experienced the buzz. So someone overdoses? At least they experienced the high. I don't know if that's how I'll die, I'd like to think not, since being a drug addict sounds gross. But hey, wouldn't it be funny?
Hotch slammed the book against the wall in frustration. He crouched down, sliding against the wall and buried his face in his hands. He punched the wall that was behind him with deep rooted anger. No one ever gets happy endings, do they?
Ashley and Elle felt like crying. Not because Cat was harsh to them or anything like that, but by hearing some of the stories that were spread during their short years at Quantico High. Some of them were downright depressing, and Ashley began to think about how Cat's words were words of haunted wisdom. Before the girls went to sleep, Cat and Lindsey told them stories about how most people hated their parents. How Child Protective Services doesn't really fucking exist, because horrible shit like abuse happens, and no one does anything about it and teachers turn the other cheek.
There were stories of teens who have mentally ill parents, and that's if you were lucky to have two parents, as in plural. How fathers and mothers have walked out on their families, and how there were suicides in families that tore some apart. The girls had not shed a tear after hearing these stories.
Then, Cat eventually got to a girl named Haley Brooks.
Cat showed Elle and Ashley a picture of the blonde perky cheerleader on her phone. She was cheer captain last year, and then she showed them a picture of her grave after she died in a car accident when she crashed into a tree. Elle and Ashley blinked back tears, feeling as if they shouldn't cry if Cat wasn't. She explained how Haley taught her everything she knew, and how to survive in high school.
Even though Haley did drugs and other stupid things, Cat told the girls that she was smart, popular, had an amazing boyfriend, and was probably going to go far in life. What the girls didn't know, was her mind was flashing back to a conversation she saw between Haley and another sophomore at the time.
"I heard someone gave her drugs before she crashed," Cat said softly, drawing her knees to her chest.
That made Elle and Ashley want to cry even more.
"We're leaving," Emily's mother says, staring her down with suspicion and distrust. "No one can come over. Stay out of trouble. Don't leave the house."
Emily resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Right."
"Don't do anything stupid," her father warned, beside his wife. "Oh, and no boys."
"What boys?" Emily replied bitterly, not looking at them in the eyes. Her parents were so clueless. There was so much that they didn't know. She was sure that they didn't know about her abortion, but she couldn't just tell them the pain she felt. They would ignore her pain, because they'd think about the fact that she committed a sin, and that they'd tell her that she'd go to hell for it.
Emily sighed dramatically, feeling completely alone in the house, both literally and figuratively. She picked up her phone and dialed the number of the only real friend she made after being in this school for a couple of weeks. "Hello?"
"JJ? It's Em—"
"Oh! Hey um, look," JJ said in the other line, sounding like she was swamped. "This is kind of a bad time, Will and I are discussing stuff with his parents...I'm really sorry."
Emily's face fell. "It's okay, it's for the baby, I guess." Like she should've done for hers. Nevertheless, the two juniors hung up on each other. She groaned in boredom, until she spotted the notebook that was given to her in English. Even if she felt it was stupid, it was better than not getting a good homework grade. She clicked a pen and began to write.
Emily Prentiss' Journal:
I'm going to be honest, I'm really not used to this school yet. Here I am, writing in a journal as a homework assignment. Only a few weeks in, and I'm already starting to see that not all things are sunshine and rainbows. That not everything is all about innocence here. I remember JJ telling me that she gave up so much for her baby, and how she went seven long months without drinking or anything like that. This Hotch guy in an asshole, yet he's very intriguing. I don't know. I don't know how to describe it. A whole new place doesn't feel very homey.I miss my friends. Matthew and Johnhave always stuck by me. But right now, I feel truly alone.Yes, I'm friends with the usual class idiots and I'm friends with JJ, but, what if my secret is let out? I'm trying to keep it under the radar, but JJ told me that secrets here are exposed quickly.That worries me. I don't want JJ to know that I aborted a child, she must be against abortion, since she's having her child. Everyone here has secrets, and mine will unfold, I just know it.
No one's safe here.