fear love¹ | rafe cameron

thirty-six

When I arrived home, I parked my bike in front of the house and ran up the stairs to my room and lay down in bed.

I put a pillow on my face and squeezed so hard to suppress my screaming that I almost couldn't breathe. Tears were running down the side of my temple and my upper body was hastily moving up and down from sobbing.

Everything was overwhelming me right now. Every little thing from just now. Was it really right to say that it was wrong of me and him to get in a relationship with each other?

After all, he said that he made this deal because of me, so that we could run away with the money together and get off the island, but was that really necessary?

It was midnight and I couldn't get a wink of sleep. How could I sleep now when I just learned that Rafe had killed someone? I stared holes in the ceiling, not realizing it was several hours.

What would be the right thing to do now? Tell my dad that my boyfriend is the cop's killer, after which the whole Island is looking, or should I pretend I don't know?

How would I ever be able to face Rafe again knowing what he did?

Without realizing that I had fallen asleep while crying in the night, I woke up to Pete, my dog, licking me across the face.
»Pete!« I muttered his name in disgust and turned around to make him stop licking my face.

Suddenly I wrenched my eyes open as I remembered that I had to give surf lessons again today. I panicked and searched for my phone in bed, throwing down all the blankets and pillows until I heard a dull sound that sounded like my phone.
»Gotcha« I picked it up off the floor and saw that I still had twenty minutes until surf class was supposed to start.

I quickly ran to the bathroom, grabbed my bikini from the heater, put it on along with a toothbrush in my mouth and as I cleaned my mouth again I ran down the stairs to look for something edible in the kitchen.
»That's how you're leaving?« Veronica asked me while she chuckled.

I looked at her puzzled and when I looked down at myself I only noticed that I was still in my bikini but already had my shoes on.
»No« I smiled awkwardly and ran back to my room to look for a dress.

As I walked past the mirror to get to my dresser, I stopped and took a few steps back and looked at myself in the mirror.
My eyes were red and slightly swollen from all the crying last night.

My body had changed. I had the feeling to have gained a little weight, which I noticed in the very slight bulge of my belly. Which was not there a few weeks ago. Or maybe the belly is just bloated from yesterday's dinner.

But I would not have time for that now, I still had ten minutes and had to hurry.

Since my bicycle was broken, I drove with that of my stepmother to the beach. There was no time to take a break at the Heywards today, so I just waved when I saw Pope as I rode by.

I was sure Rafe wouldn't be at the surf lesson today after what happened between me and him yesterday and apart from the murder.

Once there, I checked in at the club house and hurriedly ran down to the beach as everyone was already waiting there.

»Finally« one girl rolled her eyes.
»Yeah, sorry for being late« I apologized and Wheezie smiled at me worriedly. She knew her brother, she knew me and knew we were together, which made her looking at me worriedly.

»She's probably stressing out with her psychopath boyfriend again« two girls chuckled softly as I explained an exercise before everyone get in the water.
I looked at both girls with raised eyebrows and waited until they were done blaspheming.