Desire

Ultimatum

2 days later:
I was in my room because my father said I wasn't aloud out because I didn't reply to him fast enough.
He comes in my room with my uniform, chucking it on the bed.
"3 weeks left" he points at me and I call for him.
"Dad please-" he turns around looking at me , he folds his arms waiting for me to speak.
"I can't go back to London- I can't outer banks is my home please I'll do anything , I want to stay here! I'll play happy families, I'll do whatever please!" He steps towards me and I flinched a little as he sits on the bed.
"I'll make you a deal , if you go to London for a year then I'll give your mum a job and make sure she has custody of you again or you can stay here with me but you won't be in custody of you mother ever" I look at him with wide eyes. He was serious.
"Oh and don't think that if you stay here you'll be visiting your mum, yeah I know about how you lie saying your at Sarah's when your staying with your mum"

"How can you say that?! How are you going to take me away from my mother!"
"I'll give you a few days to think about it" he gets up walking out.
"I HATE YOU!" I throw my lamp at the door in rage.
But deep down all I wanted to do was sob.
I drop to the floor crying silently, this would be a lot easier without a fucked up Dad.
I had to go-
But I didn't want to-
Maybe I could still see mum-
But if I can't-
I need to go for a walk to clear my head.
I quickly grab my phone and head phones sneaking out my window to walk somewhere, anywhere away from the Night house hold.
It was getting dark.
I was a mess, mascara running down my cheeks, my red puffy swollen cheeks and my chin wobbles.
I couldn't go home-
I couldn't go to Sarah's he'd know-

Kat called the only person she thought could help her, the only person she wanted to talk too but she wouldn't admit that .
"Rafe-" it went to his voice mail and the girl started to cry more.
She decided to text him instead.
'Rafe I need you're help , I'm alone and I really don't know what to do'
The girl waits for his response but no use.
She starts to walk along the beach watching the waves hit the sand wishing they'd just swallow her up.
She cries into her knees that's when her phone rings.
"Kat? Hey uh I got you're text where are you? Are you ok?" Hearing Rafe's voice grounded Kat.
She had options, she just didn't know which one was right or wrong.
"I'm at the beach and-" her voice cracks before Rafe says he's coming to get the girl.
Not even 10 minutes later he was here running towards her.
He picks up the girl helping her stand.
"What's wrong you hurt" he inspects her face and neck.
Sighing in relief when there were no marks.
"I have to live with my Dad because he got her fired! He got my mum fired and she has no money and she lost custody of me , I- can't live with him anymore-" she cries into his shoulder.
"It's ok you can stay with us for a bit"

"He'll know and he will just call the police ,I'm so alone" she starts to freak out more that's when grabs her face making her look at him.
"It's ok I'll take you somewhere else , come on" he holds out his hand waiting for her to take it.
She relectlty takes it following him up the beach.
"I road my bike here" he give Kat the helmet as he climbs on.
"Oh god" the girl sighs as she gets on behind him.
Holding on tight to him, he smirks looking back at her worried expression.
"I'll take you to the beach house, he won't think your there" that's when Rafe starts up the bike.
The wind blows my hair out of my face and I finally feel free.
I wished this moment could last forever but I knew in 3 week I'd be going back to London.
Not only for my mother but for myself, I had to get away from my father he was destroying me.
"The bed should be made and there is probably food in the fridge" he opens the front door and I look at him weirdly.
"Aren't you coming in?" I laugh slightly, Rafe nods and steps in following me into the dark house.
He switched the lights on, it aluminates the whole house up. It was beautiful.
"I see that you got the mud out of your jacket" I run my finger tips over the top of the counter top, my back facing him as he coughs.