Elizabeth Shoupe is evil personified. You might as well be dead to her if you aren't rich or influential. She feeds off the attention, knowing that she has the town in the palm of her hand. But perfection doesn't exist, and royalty comes at a cost...
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"Liz!"
His voice shuts my body down, I couldn't walk away even if I tried. All I want to do is turn around and walk the other way, leave him behind.
But I just can't.
I'm stuck in time, loving a man that died six months ago.
A death I was a witness to.
So why am I still at the funeral?
"Rafe?" I wonder what he is doing sat on my front steps, worried that he wants to continue the conversation I ended earlier.
Bracing to be put on the stand as he interrogates me about my whereabouts.
He leaps up, rushing towards me, like he did that night.
My body prepares for the hit, deja vu at it's finest.
I thought I had moved on, I thought I had accepted my new reality. Accepted that this was who he was going to be forever but ever since revisiting the scene of the crime, I remember the person he was before he entered Barry's place.
It was never the same person who walked out.
I miss that person so dearly.
I miss who he used to be.
"What are you doing here?" I force myself to be strong, pretend that night isn't back to playing through my mind like a song on repeat. It had taken months to put it to bed but here it is again, wide awake.
"What am I doing? What about what are you doing?" He turns the tables on me.
There's a million things he could use against me right now but I don't know which weapon he has chosen.
"I don't know what you're talking about" I deny, "I've had a long day, can we do this another time?" I try to walk past but he grabs my arm to stop me.
"I just heard about your little home invasion" this stops me in my tracks. I turn to him slowly, keeping my expressions neutral.
I knew it would lead back to him, Barry warned me.
This is the punishment he was talking about.
"What would your dad say if he knew you were out there hanging out with those low-lifes and robbing drug dealers?" He threatens, "the daughter of the deputy Sheriff, turning into a criminal before his very eyes" I know my dad would freak out.
He would catapult me to Maine if he could.
My mom would be even worse, I would become the next Rapunzel.
I tug my arm out of his grip, hiding my fear.
"Is that why you are here? To tell my parents?" I question.
"Maybe" he shrugs, "but first I just want to know what the hell you were thinking robbing Barry, you know what kind of person he is!" He exclaims. "And then you get my little sister involved" he continues, "how am I meant to react to that?!"
