the truth

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲'𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐬.

i think that sale's still on at guffy's of makos
(⚠️TRIGGER WARNING : CHILD ABUSE AND MENTION OF SELF HARM AND INSOMNIA⚠️)
i groaned, seeing sarah and john b in the front of the van, giving each other looks. i asked for a ride. not an invite to watch them make sexual tension while i was in the backseat.

i was going to say something, but the faint honk coming from behind us stopped me.

i looked behind me, seeing two boys on familiar motorcycles, "oh shit." sarah said, "that's rafe."

john b confined down the road until rafe caught up with us, motioning us to pull over, "hey! pull that piece of shit over!"

when john b didn't, rafe pulled in front of the van, stopping abruptly, making john b slam on the brakes.

"what the hell is he doing?" i asked.

john b started to get out of the car, but i put my hand on his shoulder, "let me handle him."

john b sighed but nodded as i got out of the van. rafe took off his bike helmet and furred his eyebrows, not expecting to see me.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" i asked, not giving him time to react.

"there she is!" he said, smirking, but not in a good way. what the hell was up with him?

"hello?" i asked, raising my voice, "are you high?"

i could hear sarah getting out of the van and coming over, probably to see what the hell her brother was doing here.

"damn it." i said, grabbing his good arm and pulling him aside, "could have ran you over."

he sighed, looking behind me to see sarah coming over to join the conversation, but he looked back at me, i just heard about your little home invasion."

"what are you talking about?" i asked. how would he know about that?

he looked to sarah, "what would dad say if he knew you were robbing drug dealers?"

"i don't know?" sarah said sarcastically, "you could ask him if he didn't kick you out!"

"i try to take care of my little sister, and girlfriend," rafe started, and sarah shook her head, "that's a lie."

"- who's ungrateful, as always." he said pointing to sarah, letting me know he wasn't calling me ungrateful, "listen," he said more calmly, "the guy that you robbed, is a bad man y/n."

"yeah i'm aware rafe!" i said, raising my voice.

"listen!" rafe said, trying to get me on his side, he gave me this, okay?"

he held up his arm, making me look at the burn he had gotten on his 'bike' the other day. he said it was his fault, "he gave me this for being late on a payment."

"because you wanted to buy a stupid bike!" i pointed out.

"listen to me!" he raised his voice, "listen to me!"

he lowered it again, running his hand across his forehead, "you stole from him okay? he threatened me today, and you. what do you think he's gonna do to your pouge friends?"

i sighed, but sarah spoke up, "you worry about your shit!"

this set rafe off the top, turning his face red with anger, "i'm taking care of my own shit, okay!"

we both paused, looking up at him. why was he getting so angry?

"and one day," he said, "i'm gonna be running the show sarah. and- you're gonna wish you were nicer to me then."