𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙶𝚈 | {𝐑.𝐂}

3 | 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝙶𝚄𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

"W-what are you doing here?" You've inquired. "Don't get your panties in a twist, princess. I'm waiting for Topper." He clarifies. He stood up and walked over to you from your porch seat. You took a step back right away. "But now that you're here, Topper won't be able to stop me." Rafe replies, a grin on his lips. "What are you going to do? Murder me like Sheriff Peterkin?" Saracastly, you say.

Rafe starts to give you a threatening stare, and you can tell he's angry by the look on his face. He chuckles, which perplexes you. "Say it again." Rafe responds. With horror in your eyes, you gazed at him. He grabs your wrist and pulls you in close, bringing you face to face. "Y/N, say it one more f*cking time." Rafe whispers angrily, his words slipping between his teeth.

You ignore his orders because you know what will happen if you don't. Most likely, you'll wind up like Sheriff Peterkin. "You know, y/n, I have absolutely nothing against you." he explains. You were filled with hatred when you glanced at him. "But, of course, you want to hang out with the fricken pogues, and now you're garbage, just like them." he continues, his voice filled with hatred. You maintain eye contact and give him a menacing gaze. "Rafe, get the hell out of my face." You whisper rudely at him. Your sentence makes him laugh. "You think you've got it all together now, huh?" He declares. "Will you be a tough girl anymore bitch if I put a pistol to your head?" In his words, he asks you with confidence.

You could sense tension between you as well, but you weren't sure if it was sexual or not. "Put the gun to my head, what are you going to do when they find my dead body on the porch and I know Topper knows you're here?" you chuckle at his inquiry. You've inquired. "I'm sure he'll rat you out because you tried to drown your own damn sister, and I'll be next, right?" You say being a smartass. "And believe me when I say that he loves Sarah. You have screwed with not only me, but also my entire friend group, including my family, if you kill me." You make a statement. He's breathing heavily and clutching your wrist so tightly that it's hurting you. If you budge to show that it hurts you, he'll realize he has power over you so you don't show any emotion because you're not a little bitch.

"So trust me when I say, 'Get the f*ck away from me,' because I mean it." you say angrily. He aggressively loosens your wrist, causing you to jerk back. You walk away, intending to return to your home. "What happened to you, what happened to us?" Rafe walks over to you, hands up to his head, asking you a hard question. Making hand gestures, "Is it because I friendzoned you because I know I'll never be with a whore like you?" He inquires, his words spitting like poison. You come to a complete stop in your tracks and turn around to face him. "Maybe it's because you messed with my feelings, and it was pretty obvious I had a crush on you, and you flirted with me all the time, and then you friendzoned me." You state to your worst enemy.

"Are you serious?" He criticizes you with his laughter. "Is that why you haven't spoken to me in a while? So, I'm the one who's to blame?" Rafe approaches you, already gaslighting you. "Everything is your fault, including Sheriff Peterkin's death and the theft of gold and the cross that was not even yours to begin with! Because of you, our friendship is ruined; you could have easily let me down, but you didn't! You called me a slut and said you'd never date me because I started hanging out with the Pogues, and I'm glad I did!" You furiously yell at him.

"It's a good thing I did!" You screamed at him once more. His eyes twitched, indicating that tears were on the way. "You friendzoned me because I was turning into a pogue!" Rafe Cameron, you're a good for nothing kook , whos a sociopath and a psychopath who cares about no one expect for themselves! You are in need of help! You're not okay!" No, no, we're not okay, and I don't want to see you again, do you hear what I'm saying?!" You say, spewing random words as tears start to form in your eyes. "Because you're dead to me." You declare as you storm into your house, closing the front door behind you.

Rafe's rage began to build as soon as you entered your home, the fact is. He friendzoned you because you started hanging out with the Pogues, but he was already planning to ghost you. He had feelings for you before you became a pogue, but then changed his mind. It's a good thing you stopped talking to him before he could kick you out of his life. He understood he'd lost you after he realized you'd ghosted him first. You were correct; he wasn't okay, and you weren't okay, either, since you'd finally reached the point where you realized he was dead to you.
The only reason you joined the Pogues was because you didn't feel welcome on Figure 8, where you were only buddies with Rafe and Sarah, who were always preoccupied with the kook life and seemed to have no time for you. So you decided to tell Rafe how you felt about him, and it didn't work out. Regrettably, you've also stopped talking to Sarah. You consider John B, Kiara, Pope, and JJ to be family, and Sarah too as soon as she joined the pogues.

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You grabbed your wrist as soon as you reached home because it hurt so much. You were so tense that tears welled up in your eyes. It comes to you that if Ward is no longer alive, Rafe may revert to his previous state. You took a step back and peeked out of the front window, only to discover Rafe was still standing there. You hurried upstairs and covered your wrist in a bandage. You were irritated and winced at the pain. You only wanted to see this idea succeed.

You knew it was your older brother Topper when you heard the front door open and two boy teens yelling at each other. Rafe and Topper were bickering about stuff as you carefully made your way downstairs. "Hey there, top." You give your older brother a friendly smile. "Let's put an end to this arguement." You state. Rafe yells at you, "Mind your own f*cking business y/n!" Topper looks at you before returning his gaze to Rafe. "I'm not sure who you're talking to, but it's not my little sister; get out of our house now!!" Toppers yells. It's a good thing your parents aren't home because you despised your mother. "Topper, we were best friends, and now you want to be enemies?" Rafe inquires. "I never said anything like that." Topper reveals himself in a tense manner.
" Why don't you go gaslight someone else?" Topper tells Rafe. Getting him to leave the house. Rafe suddenly throws a punch at Toppers face, knocking him to the ground. "Rafe, get away from him!!" You are yelling at Rafe as you kick him in the crotch. "Just f*cking leave us alone!" You yell. You slam the door shut in his face and sigh.

Topper says, "Y/n, your wrist!" and points to your wrist. "Are you really concerned about my wrist?" You've inquired. You assist your older brother in getting up after a fall. "Let's get you cleaned up; you need to ingore Rafe as much as I do." You make a statement.

When you finally get to the bathroom, Topper gives you a mournful expression. You started wiping the blood from his nose. "I'm surprised he didn't break it." You say as you chuckled. "It doesn't appear that you're ingoring him very well." Topper expresses his disappointment. You sighed deeply. "He can't leave me alone for five minutes because he believes he's a gangster now!" You laugh at your own words. "It's because of him that my wrist hurts." You also make a statement. Topper is enraged as he glances down at your wrist. "Heated arguments, am I right?" Topper cracks a joke at the worst possible time. You simply laughed and slapped him across the arm.

"You're sooo dumb!!" You laugh again.

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