《daddy issues - jj maybank (j.m)》T H I R T E E N
Advertisement
the girl sat on her porch awaiting the arrival of her father and brother. "you guys should go, i'm not sure how cayman would feel seeing all of you eyeing him up" meilani said whilst biting her nails. jj swatted her hand, "stop that."
kiara got up, the rest of the pogues following her. "if thats what you feel is best, we'll head out" kiara grabbed her bag off of the porch steps. jj didn't budge. "jj you heard mei, let's go" john b grabbed jjs bicep. jj looked down at his girlfriend, picking her nails now. he swatted her hand once again, "you sure you want none of us here?" his bottom lip puffed out. "don't look at me like that, get out of here, i'll call you guys after" she kicked his leg. he scoffed and rolled his eyes. john and pope pulled him by the arms, leading him away from the girls house, jjs eyes never leaving meilani until she was out of sight.
she began to get nervous. the cool breeze left goosebumps all down her arms. she shivered. suddenly she heard a car coming down the avenue to her house. her stomach did flips as the car came into view.
it was her father's sheriffs cruiser. in the passenger seat she could barley make out her brother. the car came to a halt and meilani got up to adjust her self. she wiped her sleeves and stood tall on the porch steps, well as tall as she could for being a 5'4 girl.
both doors of the cruiser opened and the pair got out. cayman got out on the side closest to the porch. he slammed the door and looked directly at his younger sister. there was an awkward pause for a moment until he outstretched his arms, motioning the girl for a hug. she ran towards him and he engulfed her into a hug. the pair stood there for a few minutes until she pulled out to get a good look at him.
Advertisement
his brown hair had gotten longer, probably the same length as john b's, more messy though. his freckles were more prominent than ever, his dimples were still always showing, and he had gotten even taller, meilani didn't even think that was possible, he looked maybe 6'5 now. "i missed you" he whispered, looking down at his sister. a smile spread across her face, she forgot for a moment how much pain he had put her through. "cmon kiddos, lets head inside it's gettin' cold" their father spoke.
"lani?! what did you do with my keys?!" cayman called from his bedroom. "they're in the key pot at the front door!" the girl called back. footsteps approached the lounge.
"cayman?" the brother looked over at his sister sitting on the couch watching tv. "why'd you leave?" her face fell as she asked the question, she wasn't sure if she'd regret asking it or not. he went silent, "answer me" she was getting agitated.
the brown haired boy looked over at her, "i just did" she rolled her eyes. "that's not an answer, why did you leave cayman" "i-i was scared" she looked at the boy, puzzled. "dad was hitting me" cayman said as quiet as possible. meilanis face fell, she couldn't believe what he had just said, "he did it to me too" she looked at him, his expression changing immediately. it was like a fire had just lit in his eyes, he looked enraged. he got up. "cay? what's wrong?" meilani began to get anxious. he ignored her and stormed out onto the porch. the girl got up as quick as she could and followed him.
the boy was pacing around the porch, grunting under his breath. she walked towards him and stopped in front of him. "look at me" he ignored her and pushed her out of the way. she repositioned herself in front of him again, "look at me" she said, more stern this time. he shoved her again.
Advertisement
he began shouting and throwing things around, chairs, the table, he was tearing the porch to shreds.
"GOD DAMMINT CAYMAN LOOK AT ME!" the girl screamed. he paused immediately. he looked up and saw the girl sobbing. he immediately approached her but she was hesitant and took a step back. "lani? i'm so sorry please" he went to grab her arm but she took another step back. "what is wrong with you?" she cried.
"he-he hurt you, and i wasn't here, it's all my fault, i shouldn't have been such a pussy and ran away, i should've been keeping you safe-" he was cut off, "shut up cayman, it's not all about you" his face fell at his sisters remark. she turned on her heels and walked back inside. cayman sat down on the porch, head in his hands.
meilani reappeared with her vans on and a bag over her shoulder. she walked down the stairs and past her brother. "where are you going? it's late mei!" he called out. "out, don't bother looking for me" she replied bluntly.
and with that she walked down the avenue,
hopped her gate and began walking through the cut.
Advertisement
- In Serial82 Chapters
The Icon of the Sword
Marroo Bolle isn't just a cultivator, he's the strongest cultivator of his cohort ever born. Trained from childhood as an Adept of the Sword, he's well on his way to matching even his father's generation in power, but happiness rarely waits along the path to power, and soon Marroo must choose... Become the monster his father always wanted him to be, or the hero he's never known... And time is running out. === New chapter every Tuesday and Friday! You can read up to 12 chapters ahead on the Patreon! OR Join the Discord to chat about the story and get updates when a new story goes up!
8 197 - In Serial49 Chapters
Madness Led by the Hands
‘Great, no… splendid. It was for naught.’ ‘Naught? Depends. If your desire is to send an army of killers our family’s way, yes indeed. If it’s plain survival you seek, then no.’ ‘They don’t coexist?’ ‘What… don’t tell me you’re still all groggy from the fall. Perhaps in novels, but real life is much tougher–––many more times a drag than anyone can possibly imagine. If dusty history is not a reliable teacher for you, then the pandemic surely took that place. At least that one has the advantage you needn’t be literate to savvy how reality always trumps imagination.’ ‘Whatever you say, whatever you say. So… what now?’ ‘Now? Isn’t it obvious? Now we shall survive. And live a good life.’ ‘Ohh… pretty much everything here has something against this little weird wish of ours. Might you consider?’ ‘Then pretty much everything here is a goner.’ ‘Hm, I don’t like the sound of that. Too much trouble, you see. I’d prefer laying low somewhere safe.’ ‘…nobody told you it’s mutually exclusive, no–––or did you forget about that too?’ ‘Fine, then I wish my future enemies all the best.’ ‘They are undeserving of your pity.’ ‘Of course not. That unlucky bunch won’t ever comprehend the reason behind their demise. Just let me smoke in peace and offer my condolence in advance.’ ‘Idem, let me study alchemy, unobstructed by all, if possible. This also includes you. By the way, are you sure you smoke to offer condolences? It seems like an excuse to me.’ ‘I-it is none. Plain truth, you see?’ ‘Seriously, why did I even ask...?’
8 261 - In Serial13 Chapters
Sources and Sorcery
What would you do if you were granted magic? Anna was an ordinary girl. Well, as ordinary as a girl living in an orphanage could hope to be. When she witnesses a murder, her whole world changes. Not only did the murder she witnesses involve a magical battle, but now it seems as if Anna has been granted magic herself.If that wasn’t enough for her to deal with, she now has a magical assassin chasing her as well as a sorcerer's council that believes she is the murderer. Can Anna escape the magic thief and convince the council that she’s innocent in the murder of one of the most powerful sorceresses of all time? Luckily for Anna, she has a lot of experience with running from her problems.
8 136 - In Serial10 Chapters
Sweetleaf Cultivation
If you’re reading this. Not cool Dude! Or Dudette. Hashtag Resist. Seriously though, it’s not nice to read other people's diaries. Yes, it's a diary, kind of. The only men who call their diaries journals have an issue with their own masculinity I think. Well, I guess I can’t be too angry, considering if this is in anyone else’s hands I’m probably dead. Or I lost it. I lose stuff a lot. Since you’re here, regardless of the reason, I guess I’ll tell my story, such as it is. I know, why tell my story when I could tell you about the Fall of Killianor, or the story of when Micha the Bold banded together with his underdog group of misfits to destroy the Pallantine Regime. Hell, even the tale of Tulsa and Gran’s star crossed love affair would probably be better. If you don’t think so after finishing this you more than likely have poor taste. Weird taste, at any rate. Hello RR! Welcome to the greatest work of fiction you will ever read! ... .... Did you believe that? Cause its not. At all. This is my first work that I will have published in any fashion, and to be completely honest is more to gain practice for my real story. That is not to say I do not care about it. I do. I will do my best to finish it in, if not satisying, at least a conclusive manner. I will warn you however that updates will be infrequent at best though chapter length will not be under 2000 words. I work third shift currently, and at over 40 hours a week I do not have much time to really devote to this at the moment. I DO have an outline for the novel complete, but currently only about 5 actual chapters written and edited. There will be mistakes, including grammar and continuity, plot holes, etc.. If you see these please either comment or feel free to message me directly, and I will get it updated asap. Aside from a fledgeling authors mishaps, expect to find a somewhat comedic slice of life, with a mish mash of xianxia and western fantasy themes, tropes and the like. There will be some gore, network tv levels of sexuality, and absolutely no harems. There will also be COPIUS amount of swearing and drug use and while I said there would be no harems already he may find people in polyamorous situations. I hope you enjoy this, and as a last aside I beg of you not to rate it super low without justification, and if you give a bad rating please leave an actual review so that i know what I need to work on. *Original cover as of 09/01/20. Mishmash of stock photos and edits. HAVE FUN!
8 104 - In Serial69 Chapters
Forbidden Flower
Nicholas Salvatore the heir to the Salvatore's throne. Born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, he basically had everything in the palm of his hand. A player with the body of a Greek God and face liked a model, the new Don changed women like they were his toys. His hands scarred from murders, dangers lingered wherever he went, his aura had everyone feared his presence.What happened when he met his match? The first woman he wanted but couldn't have.Anastasia Rayne was born to be a killing machine of her father. Trained to seduce and murder since before she even knew what lipstick was, she was a mafia princess after all. The goddess with a figure of an hour glass and eyes that bewitched every guys under her spell. She came to England for a mission under her father command with a perfect plan under her sleeves. A plan that crumbled the moment she met a pair of grey eyes. • book two of the Salvatore's series(can read as a stand-alone)• all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners• cover by @myyyraaa_
8 146 - In Serial10 Chapters
Drowning is a Relief
SHORT STORYTrapped in a run-down house, a hard enduring workload and by an abusive husband, Bubbles tells herself that it's alright everyday.But it isn't, or that's what Boomer thinks upon their encounter in the park during the first time she's ever been let outside since 3 years.The feeling is mutual, but she doesn't declare it.Because she can't.She's broken, she's tired and she hurts inside and out.Boomer is a kindhearted officer, will he be able to help Bubbles with the mere time they have together when he patrols the park? Will he be able to save her from her husband?
8 111

