team effort - rafe cameron 3

eighteen

when i got home, shoupe said he'd be scoping out tonight and switching with another deputy in the morning. the rest of the cops had left and told me to call if i found anything else out. i was sitting in my room, my knees to my chest and my back against the wall as i stared at the destruction. the cops told me to leave it so they could come back and do a more thorough sweep and see if they could get finger prints in the morning.

i let a tear fall down my face as i saw the smashed guitar on the floor. i hadn't even cried at the guitar my roommate smashed, but this one meant more to me, it was from rafe. he'd gone out and got me a stupid guitar for my birthday just because he knew i didn't have one anymore. all my songs were destroyed, unreadable and scattered across the room.

"ainsley?" i heard rafe's voice echo down the hall as i looked over to the door, seeing him appear. i watched his face fall as he looked around the room. he looked over to me. "what happened? what did you do?"

"i didn't do this," i shook my head. "someone else did."

"where's your mom? and JJ?"

"the hospital." i replied.

"what?"

"someone broke in, trashed my room and then hit my mom over the head." i said. "while i was laying on a couch with you, someone was here, destroying my things and trying to kill my mom."

"ainsley, i'm sorry." he said and moved over, squatting down.

"go home, rafe, i don't want to see you."

"please, let me explain."

"no," i shook my head. "how dare you?"

"i swear to god, she kissed me, ainsley." he said. "i just..."

"couldn't stop her." i finished and looked into his eyes. "i hope she has an alibi, rafe, otherwise she might look pretty guilty."

"you don't seriously think she had anything to do with this, do you?"

"i sure hope not." i said. "because if she did, i'll never speak to you again."

"ainsley, how is that-"

"what?" i spat. "how is fair? rafe? is that were you going to ask? because if you want to go there, how is it fair that you can tell me you love me and you're not in love with her anymore, but then you fucking turn around your kissing her the second i leave?"

"it's just..."

"go home," i said. "there is not a single combination of words that could come out of your mouth right now that would make me feel better."

"fine," he said and stood. "but just know, that cami would never do anything like this, and she'd never think of accussing you of such a thing."

"well i'm not cami and i really don't give a shit."

he shook his head and walked out as i placed my chin my my knees, looking at the room. i felt an anger bubble rise inside of me. i reached over and grabbed my phone, calling the police station and hearing the sherrif's voice.

"sheriff peterkin speaking."

"it's ainsley lewis, and i think i have someone who might've broken into my house."

"who?"

"cami montgomery." i said and hung up, dropping my phone before pushing myself and out of the room.

....

the following day, after the cops left, i was finally able to put my room back together. kayden had arrived, but had gone to get JJ from the hospital and then get some food for us. i was throwing all the shredded papers into a large trash bag before grabbing the song book and seeing the current page it was opened to had one line on it and the date of the day i got kicked out of college.