Everybody Owes, Everybody Pays || JJ & Jacqui
As JJ pulled his truck through the wrought iron gates that secured the mysterious Parks estate from the outside world, he was caught off guard by the sunlight that bounced off the shining brass letters that spelled 'Parks' across the mailbox. It had been nearly three weeks since JJ had seen the inside of the Parks estate and somehow it looked more inviting than it had when he hadn't seen it for three years. Ever since being put away and being disinherited, the idea of 'coming home' had become an extremely foreign concept. But if there was one thing JJ had learned on his three week long adventure, it was the concept that even if the idea of being part of the Parks family was completely out of the picture, the idea of being the once charming and famous JJ Parks again was not.
While away, JJ had recovered many things that he had lost in the past few years - a means of making substantial amounts of money, his defiant nature that had been stifled from being held under lock and key, and the realization that a wrap sheet can make one all the more appealing if they use it in the correct manner - that is, with a suave attitude and money. Yes, the old JJ Parks was back, but it was version 2.0. More dangerous, more heartless, more wise and most of all, with a modestly lucrative income that had no ties to his parents. He had learned his lessons the hard way but was determined to no longer be the passive ghost that he allowed the town to spit on. No, this JJ Parks would be holding the cards now.
As the garage door came up, he spotted the mangled mess that was Jacqui's car. He sighed and shook his head."Idiot..." he mumbled to himself, completely disregarding his own blatantly worse history with car accidents. Although JJ had designated his own mistakes to the past, it didn't mean he had let everyone else off the hook so easily. The exact opposite in fact - why was he the only one who had to pay for his mistakes? Forgiveness wasn't a word he had embraced on his trip - repentance was. Whatever progress he had allowed to be made between he and Jacqui he had tossed from his mind, It was easier for his bitterness towards her to grow while he was away. He hadn't had to see her everyday and realize how much he had missed her. No - he had built a firm wall between he and his sister, one that he had no plans of breaking down any time soon. He pressed his fist to the truck horn, the blaring noise reverberating across the grounds and signalling Jackie to hurry up and get to the garage. No way was he going to put in the effort to go looking for her - she could come to him and explain herself on what the hell had happened.