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"Wheezie?"
Rafe's lips curled upwards in a moment of pride, rounding the corner in utter darkness as the Cameron girl's face fell, Rafe only shaking his head in response. "I'm not Wheezie." Sarah, as pale as the night moon, sighed softly.
"Where the hell is Wheezie?" Sarah inched her way farther off the dock, keeping as much distance between her and her brother as possible. "Wow." Rafe made his way closer. "It's all good." He rose his hands in defence. "I just needed to talk to you a little bit. Is that okay?'
Sarah then darted her eyes past Rafe, where she once expected Ophelia to be, a gust of cold wind blowing past her, complete emptiness taking up her space. Her initial reaction was confusion, betrayal. Now? Without Ophelia by Rafe's side, many scenarios making way through her head, she was absolutely, utterly terrified.
"Don't come near me." Sarah ordered. "Where's Ophelia?" Every muscle in Rafe's face twitched delicately, his hands balling into fists, his fingers clenched so tightly the corners of his short nails etched their way into the skin.
"Don't." Rafe was hesitant, his eyes squeezing shut as he shook his head, more so a twitch, in response to anxiety sinking in. "Don't say her name. You don't get to talk about her." Sarah's eyes fell low. "You shot me, Rafe." And what she really wanted to say, "Did you shoot Ophelia, too?"
Rafe, pacing back and forth, kept his eyes in the distance. "It's all my fault, right? I want to keep what's mine, and I'm the bad guy trying to hold onto it?" Sarah furred her brows, muttering in response. "It's not yours."
It was then Sarah realized, over the loud, taunting tone to Rafe's voice, he hadn't been talking about the gold in the first place."I'm going to protect what's mine!" Rafe shouted in anger, Sarah only inching further away. He was talking about Ophelia.
"I wan't to talk to you, and I need to make sure the story's straight." There was two things on Rafe Cameron's mind, and seemingly the only two things that surfaced to the top of his brain each and everyday, as if nothing else mattered.
First. Helping his dad was a priority. He would do whatever it took, and had proved that to be true, though needed to take precautions as too laying low and making sure he wasn't caught red handed.
Second. Ophelia. Always that damn dark haired girl that clouded his mind, sometimes making it harder than it needed to be. She was first, last, and everything in between. He vowed to protect her, and he wouldn't be able to shield her from harms way if he was rotting away in a jail cell.
