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"Aria." Rafe spoke as he watch her stare out at the ocean. She hadn't said much, her dad deep in the ocean for nearly fifteen minutes now, "Aria, we have to get back."
"I always wanted this to happen." she finally spoke, the wind blowing her hair as she looked out at the water, "But now that it has..."
Rafe wrapped his hand around her arm when she trailed off, "It's gonna be okay."
"I know it." she nodded, inhaling, "What if someone finds out? I'll go to jail."
"No ones gonna find out." Rafe shook his head, clutching her shoulders as he bend down some to be on her level, "I'm not gonna let that happen."
Aria stared, "How come you felt like you couldn't tell me what happened with the sheriff?"
Rafe seemed taken off guard by her words, sighing, "I know you don't believe me."
"I do." Aria corrected him, "Do you believe me? Why I killed my dad?"
"Of course I do." Rafe reassured her with a nod, "No one is gonna find out, I promise."
Yet neither of them knew that a certain pair of Pogues saw the entire thing happen from inside the storage.
Sarah's escape had Rafe freaking the fuck out. Aria promised she'd find her, heading through the boat in search of a certain blonde. The speaker rung above her head as she walked out to the deck again, "Attention all passengers and crew. Report to the tween forward hull. Attention, all passengers and crew, report to the tween forward hull. That's an order."
"Fuck you." Aria mumbled under her breath, continuing her search for Sarah, "Where are you princess?"
Her voice echoed slightly, grabbing the attention of two from not too far away. Aria rounded the corner, looking around alarmed. She heard a foot step behind her, swinging around and getting hit in the face. Aria groaned at the slap, yelping when her body was thrown against the wall.
"Back again, Pretty Girl?" Cleo asked, holding Aria up against the wall with the knife in her hand, "Miss me?"
"Obviously." Aria grunted, throwing her head forward and head butting Cleo in the face. The taller girl stumbled back, Aria wrapping her hands around her body as they tumbled down the stairs. The pair fell with a good distance from the other, Arias head pounding. Cleo crawled on top of her, pinning her down, "Get off of me!"
"You don't look like you're up to any good." Cleo commented, holding Arias down as the small part of her blade grazed her face, "Would hate to mess up that pretty face."
"You won't." Aria laughed, smiling up at her as the blood from her nose stained her face, "You like me too much."
Cleo huffed as she grabbed Arias shoulders and hit her on the ground, "You're in the way!"
