𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙶𝚈 | {𝐑.𝐂}

6 | 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂

WARNING: Smut Involved, read in a private room, both hands on phone ladies.

You were getting nervous about how this was going to work out because it was the last day for you and the pogues to hang out. All of you were only able to do the crazy idea since the entire school is shut down for Spring Break. So there's no school, which means there'll be more drama!

"Great." You thought to yourself. Don't you just love drama in your life?

You and the Pogues were simply chilling in your living room. It was becoming late; terribly late. "It's already past midnight. We should catch some sleep before starting on our difficult trip." JJ explains for the rest of the squad. Kiara signed because she didn't want JJ to leave since she didn't want him to get hurt. "You're absolutely correct, man. Get some rest, all of you." said Pope. You couldn't help but think about what happened at the party while they were talking. Just thinking about it made you feel even more nervous. They all began to leave your house after you all reached an agreement. You've just sat silently on the couch all night, "Hey, you've been quiet for a while, everything okay y/n?" John B. enquired. You remained deafeningly silence, oblivious to the fact that he was attempting to catch your attention. "y/n!" John yells softly, his fingers snapping in your face. "Huh?" You inquire, your gaze rising to John B.

When John B saw you weren't paying attention to anything he said to you, he sighed. "You need to get some rest, y/n; you've been acting weird all day." states John B. He left your house once he finished informing you, leaving you alone in your living room. You grabbed a vase that no one liked and yeeted it across the room when you discovered they were all gone. You were incredibly stressed, and you had no idea how this was going to turn out. You cry out of frustration as you glance down at the shattered glass. You go down to the kitchen to get the broom, and when you return, you see Topper staring at the broken vase. "What happened, y/n?" You were questioned by Topper. You wipe your tears away with your hand as you stroke your face. "Nothing, sorry, I'm just stressed out from school." You tell him.

"Stop worrying about this crap and clean this up before Mom sees it, because I know she'll blame me for your bullshit." Topper spits out with angry. You had no idea what was going on with him, and you did not ask. You started cleaning up the mess when the doorbell rang, and as soon as it was opened, yelling began. You dropped your broom and dashed upstairs to your room, you'd had enough of fighting today and didn't want to get involved. You knew it was Rafe since you could hear him yelling from a mile away any day. You didn't get involved, but you peered out the door to eavesdrop. They were fighting furiously, and you had no idea what was going on. Until you heard your own name being called out. The argument had gripped your interest at the time "Maintain control over your whore of a sister! Like a dirty prostitute, dancing up on men!" Rafe shouts at Topper, "It's not my life, it's hers! Stop pretending to be her father and just leave her alone, as she wants you to! She doesn't want you in her vicinity! Get it in your mind, bro!" Topper shouts. "Then she needs a damn better father." Rafe says. "You have no room to talk Mr. I shot my own sister and my father didn't do sh*t about it. Didn't think I knew about that? My sister tells me everything." Topper tells Rafe in a rude tone.

"Thornton, keep your mouth shut." Rafe issues a warning as he takes Topper's shirt and pulls him face to face with him. "No, no, because you genuinely believe you're a wonderful guy?! That's really funny, bro; it's hilarious!" Topper chuckles and spits out. "You drowned your sister, shot her, killed a sheriff, and don't even get me started on the cocaine." Topper adds. "You're a psychopath, Rafe, get some therapy." Topper also adds. Rafe punches Topper in the face. "Shut up," Rafe remarked. You didn't want to become involved in this argument, did you? "Cameron, do you want me to contact the cops? What are you going to do? kill another cop?" You asked Rafe . "Looky here, it's the whore." Rafe speaks up. "Get out of our house, Cameron," you advised. "Why should I?" Rafe had inquired. "Topper, go to the party you wanted to go to; don't waste your time with this sociopath." You tell Topper.