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JJ's upbringing was nothing short of atrocious.

His mother left him and his father to find another, richer, man. And his father drowned himself in enough alcohol to fill the nile and enough drugs he could build the pyramid of Giza.

Not once in his life did one of his parents treat him like a priority; he was always way down the list of things they considered important. If he was even on the list.

JJ wasn't a planned baby that his parents were beyond excited for.

He was a mistake, through and through.

His parents should've not been allowed to have a kid, they were both selfish, abusive addicts.

Luke abused Ola, and Ola abused Luke. And they both abused JJ.

It was easy, he couldn't defend himself.

They would neglect him, leaving him for days on end as a small child. And as a toddler they would dump him on the next door neighbour who was a convicted murderer.

Although JJ didn't mind Alan.

But, he died when JJ was five, so after that he was just left alone.

He couldn't remember his first drink, he couldn't have been more than five. The first time he got drunk was before the age of ten and the first time he smoked weed was at the ripe age of eleven.

If his parents didn't treat him like a priority he sure as hell wouldn't.

He was taught absolutely nothing, he stole food, he hadn't had broccoli once in his life and instead lived on pot noodles and slightly moldy sandwiches.

It was a miracle he hadn't died from scurvy or some other deficiency.

He had little to no table manners.

No one ever made him do homework. Or even go to school.

And, he didn't really know how pregnancy worked. Sure, he knew penis+vagina=baby, but he didn't really understand it.

Although, despite his less than ideal home situation, he did have one shining light in his life. His friends.

Originally it was John B and JJ, but then the pair picked up the socially inept Pope. And a few years after that Kie wormed her way into the group.

As the years went by and they got older, Sarah got with John B and then they both left. After that Kie got with Maria and Pope got with Belly.

But, then there was Ottilie mother-fucking Moreau.

She was different, to him at least, she didn't give a fuck about just about anything. As far as he knew she said what she wanted, did what she wanted and couldn't care less about consequences.

That attitude was probably what landed them in the current situation.

From the night the pair met at their spot Otto was plastered front and centre in JJ's mind.

No matter how much he tried to ignore it, she was still there. It was like someone painted her on the inside of her eyelids.

It wasn't creepy, obsessive, 'I want to wear your skin' type of thing, it was more of a little adoration and 'I would do anything to make her smile' type of thing.

Harmless, really.

If he had it his way he would've burned that atrocious manor down with Wes in it.

He always had a vendetta against him, it was mostly because he was rich and aligned himself with the Cameron's. But now he had a true, personal reason to despise the man.

Wesley Harrington hurt someone he would do anything for, and that was unforgivable.

But then there was something completely changed his life that he was until then utterly oblivious to.

He got the girl he'd do anything for, pregnant.

"Dear JJ (or whatever your first name really is) Maybank,

I regret to inform you that you managed to impregnate me.

With kind regards, Otto."

He stared at the text, read it, stared at it some more and read it again.

What his eyes were seeing his brain couldn't process. There was no way he had gotten Otto pregnant, they had sex one time, months ago.

JJ knew all it took was one time to make a baby but how high was the likelihood that that one time would be with him?

He couldn't do that. He didn't want to do that. He wouldn't do that.

He didn't look at his family, his mother and father with glee, wanting to have that for himself. No, he looked at his mother and father and wanted a life as far away from what they had as possible.

That meant a kid was out if the question.

It wasn't even an idea he would entertain, he hasn't going to have a kid. Ever.

Not even with Otto.

Turns out he wouldn't do anything for her.

It only took one text to pull the rug out from underneath him and pull the blindfold off his face.

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