It'd been roughly an hour of sitting in the makeshift SBI tent, the tropical storm raging on whilst the heavy rain pelted down around it. Pope with one arm around Kie as she continued to sob into his shoulder, her parents sitting in silence beside them. Heyward took the initiative of talking to Shoupe after he had delivered the news, pulling him away from the kids to try and gain some perspective on the matter. Members of the SBI were bustling in between the tents, continuing on with their investigation.
Across from Pope and Kie, JJ sat, head in his hands, trying to block out the sounds of everyone around him. Shoupe's words on repeat in his head "We lost them… we lost them". Elle sat to his right, staring blankly at the ground. Unlike JJ, her head was empty, and not the peaceful kind of empty, the kind that would slowly drive you insane. This kind of silence between the pogues was rare, each too consumed in their thoughts, or lack thereof to attempt any kind of conversation.
Elle felt JJ shift beside her, finally lifting his head from his hands. She turned to watch him, cautious of an emotional outburst. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks wet with the constant stream of tears that had been trailing down his face. Wiping his face clear, he stood up abruptly, gaining the attention of Pope, Kie and her parents.
"Can we leave this fucking tent yet?!" he questioned, looking towards the SBI agents guarding the entrances. As if on cue, Shoupe and Heyward entered, pulling their soaking hoods down from their heads.
"Not yet son, we need to get statements from each of you and do some questioning" Shoupe responded, hands on his hips as if to maintain his authority, but his face held a solemn look. Elle couldn't tell if it was due to the guilt or the pity.
"Questioning?! You're going to question us about how you and your minions drove our friends right into a raging storm?!" JJ challenged, taking his signature red hat off and running a hand through his tousled hair out of frustration.
"Look, I know you're all hurting right now", JJ scoffed, Kie finally lifting her head from its place on Pope's shoulder, "but this is still a criminal investigation, and you're all accomplices as far as we're concerned".
"That's absolute bullshit Shoupe, he wasn't a criminal and you know it!" Pope exclaimed, surprising everyone in the room.
Heyward stepped forward, as if to take control of the situation, "Come on man, look at these kids. Do they look like they're in any way to be interrogated right now?"
Holding eye contact with him, Shoupe sighed, lifting his eyes to glance around the room from one pogue to the next. "Alright, go home and get some rest. But we're going to have to bring each of you in tomorrow", pointedly looking at JJ he added "and we want to know the truth about everything".
Rolling his eyes JJ looked across to Pope and Kie, who both shared the same looks of worry on their faces. Talking to the police about everything that's happened over the past few weeks was the last thing any one of them wanted to do.
Everyone started to disperse from the scene. Kie hugging them all before leaving with her parents, her Mum's arm holding her close as they walked to their car. The Heywards followed their lead, bidding goodbye to Elle and JJ before heading home. JJ turned to look at Elle after watching their friends leave, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread just thinking about returning back to his house.
Elle, like always, picked up on the fear radiating off of him, grabbing his right hand in her left and squeezing it gently. She knew there was no possible act of affection that could slow the thoughts racing through his mind right now. "Hey, come and stay with me tonight", she offered softly. The very idea of returning to her house alone tonight caused feelings of anxiety to arise, at least if she had JJ there, her house wouldn't feel so empty.
It didn't take much to convince JJ. Going back to a mansion in Figure Eight with his best friend seemed a hell of a lot safer than returning to his beat up shack with his father, who no doubt was already passed out on the couch. JJ's eyes moved from their place on their interconnected hands up to meet Elle's eyes. They held a pleading look, silently begging him to let his walls down and accept the offer that on any other occasion he would refuse.
"Uhh, yeah.. Okay", he nodded softly.
"Alright then", Elle turned back to the seat that she had occupied, picking up her keys and beginning to drag him along with her, "let's get the hell out of here".
The car ride was silent. The only sounds coming from the engine of Elle's jeep as they drove through the Cut, the water pelting down onto the exterior of the car. JJ sat next to her, his gaze never wavering from the window to his right. The torrential downpour had soaked through their clothes, leaving Elle shivering slightly as she gripped the wheel. She'd always loved driving, especially around the Cut. The scenery was similar to that on her side of the island, but the feelings that it evoked were the opposite. The Cut felt more like home than Figure Eight ever would, but there was a nagging thought that that feeling was due to the boy sitting next to her, and not the Cut itself.
Passing over the bridge into Figure Eight, it was only a matter of minutes before they had arrived at the Sterling residence. The grand house stood on a large block of bright green land, surrounded by a carefully maintained flowerbed, displaying the hard work of the Sterling's gardeners. The outdoor automatic lights switched on as Elle and JJ made their way to her front door. JJ had only been inside Elle's house a handful of times, despite their 4 year friendship, but he still doesn't think there'd be a time where he wouldn't be astounded by the sheer size of it and the never ending staircase that greeted you as you entered the front door.
"Are you hungry? I can grab us some food before we head up to my room" Elle proposed, pointing towards the kitchen.
JJ denied the offer, in spite of the slight grumble that came from his stomach. He was worried that anything he tried to get down might not stay there.
Elle nodded, leading them up the stairs to the second floor which held her and her brothers bedrooms, as well as another living area. JJ felt out of place in his wet, muddy clothes and bruised skin, a strong contrast to the white walls and clean carpet.
Entering her room, JJ stood awkwardly, noting her large queen sized bed with a quilt cover that matched her blue and white colour scheme, and the walk-in wardrobe to the left of it. He wondered why she'd needed such a closet when her wardrobe consisted of tank tops and shorts throughout the summer.
"Did you.. uh.. wanna take a shower? There's towels in the cupboard under the sink and shampoo and conditioner inside the shower if you need it" she asked whilst rummaging through some drawers in her closet. She pulled out a pair of soft black shorts and a tee that she had borrowed from JJ when staying over at the Chateau a few weeks ago, holding them out to JJ shyly, "these are yours, freshly washed. Think they might be a bit more comfortable than what you've got on".
JJ had to glance down to remind himself of what he'd been wearing. She was right, the combat boots adorning his feet were sturdy and heavy, his shorts stiff from a mixture of dried rain and mud, whilst his button down clung to his body, entirely saturated. Glancing back at Elle he accepted the clothes, offering what he could muster up of a smile.
"Yeah..thanks", making his way toward the on suite bathroom that was to the right of her bed.
Elle busied herself by searching through her drawers for clothes to change into, when she heard JJ began to speak.
"Um, Elle, would you mind uh", she turned, watching him stutter over his sentence.
"Yeah?" she encouraged softly, curious as to what he was getting at.
"I… uhm, well, I don't really wanna be alone right now", he confessed, mumbling the last part whilst avoiding eye contact by focusing on how his boots were dirtying her floor.
Taken aback by his admission of vulnerability, Elle's brows furrowed slightly, somewhat confused of what he was asking.
With caution, she pressed "Do you want me to come into the bathroom with you?".
"Well like, yeah… if you don't mind", finally lifting his gaze to meet her eyes. Compared to the pleading look they held back at the tent, they were curious and inviting. JJ would never understand how her eyes were able to show every emotion she was feeling.
Giving him a reassuring head nod and a comforting smile she responded, "Of course I don't mind".
Turning back to her drawers, she grabbed out a pair of pyjama shorts and a run-down oversized t-shirt she had bought from the country club's charity fundraiser a few years back. Opening up her underwear drawer, she spotted her pale blue bikini. Grabbing it out, along with a pair of clean underwear, she walked over to where JJ was leaning against the bathroom door, watching her.
Contrary to Elle's usual confidence that she displayed, nervously, she held up her bikini whilst proposing her idea "I know you don't want to be alone right now, and to be honest neither do I. Would you mind if I hopped in the shower with you?"
His blue eyes widened slightly, with both surprise and affection. Under any other circumstance he would make an inappropriate or flirtatious comment, when faced with this kind of situation. God, he really wished they were under any other circumstance right now.
Despite the heavy feeling in his heart, he cracked a small smile and joked "As long as you wash my hair".
Elle giggled, a sound that he hadn't heard in a few days. Since the gold game had taken a turn for the worse. He'd missed it.
Following her into the bathroom, he stripped down to his boxers, whilst waiting for the water to warm up. Once he'd stepped in, he relinquished in the feeling of the hot water running down over his head and down his body.
Elle, now in her bikini, his favourite bikini to be precise, stepped in after him, sighing at the feeling of the hot water slightly scalding her body, after being uncomfortably damp for so long.
Observing her movements, JJ watched as she picked up a body sponge and pumped some body wash onto it. Turning back to him she motioned for him to turn so that his back was facing her. Beginning at his shoulders, Elle moved the sponge in circular motions, the grime starting to lift off of his tanned skin. She worked quietly, focusing on the task at hand, distracting herself from the thoughts of the past few hours that threatened to enter. JJ remained silent while Elle worked, attempting to relax under the water and her gentle touch.
Once she had completed his back, she applied some pressure to his right arm, turning him to face her. They met eyes, a mutual feeling of vulnerability connecting them. Moving her eyes away from his face, as to contain some kind of break down, she began the circular motion from his shoulders and collar bones, down to his torso. Elle sucked in a breath after being faced with the dark purple bruises that covered his toned body. She doesn't think she will ever be able to remove the images of these bruises from her brain. Anger surged through her temporarily at the acts of violence that had led to such bruises to arise. Elle crouched down slightly, now eye to eye with the marks and using a gentler motion than before, cleaned over them, wary of applying too much pressure and causing him even more pain than he's already in. She let the water wash off the soap from the injuries, softly pressing her lips to the area, kissing lightly, before moving onto the next mark.
JJ sucked in a breath at the act of affection, watching her press the kisses to his skin. No one had ever treated him with such care, as if he were porcelain and pressing too hard may just shatter him. His heart swelled with a feeling he couldn't describe, tears prickling at his eyes. His breathing began to shallow, willing himself not to break down completely.
By the time Elle had returned to a standing position, JJ had tears streaming down his face. With the same gentle touch as before, she wiped under his eyes, ridding them of what she thought were tears, it was hard to tell amongst the water of the showerhead. She searched his face, trying to decipher his emotions. Did she hurt him? Had she gone too far? Had she crossed an unspoken boundary that wasn't supposed to be crossed? JJ cut off her overthinking when he pulled her into his body, holding onto her for dear life. Elle tightened her arms around him, his body shaking while he sobbed into her neck, the warm water running over them, blocking out the sounds of his whimpers.
With more emotion than she'd ever heard in his voice, he finally spoke "He's gone Elle. He's just gone." Between sobs, and spluttering he continued, "What am I supposed to do now? He's gone. He was all I had".
Elle joined him then. She tightened her hold on him even more, as the tears beginning to fill her eyes, turned into streams of tears, and then into a full-blown breakdown. They stood there, under the water, holding onto each other desperately, crying. Crying for everything that they'd been through. For everything that they'd lost. For John B.