the truth

𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞?

are you sure?

(CONTINUATION OF THE LAST CHAPTER)

i rolled over, trying my very best to get to sleep. but like every other night, it was no use.

i looked at the battery operated alarm clock, and saw it was three in the morning. i couldn't keep doing this.

i hung my legs over the side of the bed, and slipped on my sandals, reaching for the rickety doorknob.

i twisted it and pulled the door open, which led me to the dark hallway, with candles lighting the way.

i stepped into the living room, and saw jj sleeping on the pullout couch by himself, with one arm draping over the side of the bed like usual. even though i wasn't beside him, he still left a pretty decent chunk of the bed open.

i went into the kitchen, and found a scrap piece of paper and pencil, and wrote a short little note.

went out for a walk. don't worry about me.

i walked back through the living room, careful not to wake up jj, and i unlocked the front door, twisting the old handle until i heard a click. i opened the door gently, so the door wouldn't creak, and stepped out into the crisp, cool summer air.

i hopped into my truck, started it with a purr, and headed to tannyhill.

maybe rafe was asleep. maybe he wasn't even there. but i knew i needed somewhere to sleep, and the glissons weren't home. and they had a spare key under a flowerpot. i only knew that because i babysat their dog once.

i pulled into the driveway to their giant beach house, and with a relief i saw rafe's black truck in the driveway.

i put mine in park, shut it off, and quietly walked to the front porch. hopefully they didn't have security cameras, because if they did, i was for sure screwed.

i found the familiar flowerpot at the end of the porch, and lifted the fake soil and plant out of the pot, where a golden, shiny key was lying.

i took the key, put everything in it rightful place, and stuck the key in the golden lock, unlocking it with a twist and click.

i twisted the doorknob and set the key under the doormat. i'd come for it later.

i stepped inside the giant kook house, and saw that the kitchen light was on, with a stray cup of water on the island.

i closed the door behind me, trying to be careful not to make a sound. if they had an alarm system, both rafe and i would be fucked off the wazoo.

i took off my shoes, not wanting to track in any mud through the house that might be caked on the bottom of my shoes.

i walked through the house to the kitchen, and saw a familiar figure looking back at me, with the fridge hanging open.

"y/n?"

he was shirtless, with grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, enough for his black calvin klein boxers peeking through.

"uh-" i scratched my neck, looking for an answer, "i couldn't sleep."

rafe looked like he had just woken up. maybe to get a late night snack, or a bottle of water.