𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚜/𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗✫

Blair drowsily sighed whilst slamming the door to her car, the keys chiming in her hands as they swayed back and forth, in sync with her footsteps towards the sheriffs station.

She impatiently waited for the glass doors to slide open, her teeth biting her nails as they did every time she felt nervous. Blair had kept reminding herself on the journey there about how much she truly did not want to see Rafe, especially under the circumstances she found herself in. She thought that when she'd next see him that he'd be sober, calm.

"Ah, Blair! How you doing?" Shoupe asked, denying the call from the reception telephone and paying all of his attention to Blair. The girl wondered how this man could be so cheerful so close to 5 in the morning.

"not great, absolutely exhausted" Blair wren replied through a yawn, slightly awakening at the sudden sound of cell gates clanging together, keys that were locking people away ringing. However in this case, the keys were letting someone go.

Blair glared at the boy who stumbled down the dim hallway, evidence of alcohol in his blood, through the inability to walk straight and the sloppy stance within his pace.

Rafe had his hands trapped in handcuffs. Red and black circles around his eye. jj, she thought.

He wore a grey jumper flung over his shoulder, a small amount of stubble coating the bottom half of his face.

Shoupe reluctantly released Rafe Cameron from the handcuffs, which left bruises around his wrists.
"If I catch you driving intoxicated again you won't be let off so easily next time. Got it?" The sheriff sternly announced and shooed the boy off, who just lazily nodded at Shoupe's words.

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The two of them still hadn't said a single word to each other, a drive home so painfully silent.
Blair turned the corner and felt more than happy in sight of the 'welcome to Charleston' sign, something she'd been hoping to see for the last 20 minutes.

"I'm sorry, ok?" Rafe mumbled, his head needing support like a new born baby's. As if he struggled to keep it up.

"I don't wanna hear it"

"It's always-," Rafe sighed, his blood heating by the second, "it's always my fucking fault isn't it"

"I don't have the energy to argue with you Rafe"

"I don't wanna argue. I just want you to know I'm sorry I upset you"

"You're not sorry. You chose to do what you did" Blair softly spoke, in care to not rile him up.

"I did what I've always done, I can't just change that quickly"

"Why's it so difficult for you to just not fuck someone else Rafe" she spat with anger. Her plan to argue was clearly not working, but a change in topic sprung as she turned the corner towards his house.

"I can't go back to mine Bee," He whispered, "if my dad found out-"

"Are you expecting to come back with me,?" Blair Wren questioned, more similar to the style of an interrogation the way she spoke. The way his eyes glared at her, already gave Blair the answer. "Not happening"

"Well I can't go anywhere else" he slurred, the two of them running lists of names through their heads, Blair Wren desperate for another option.

She gave into him, one more time.

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"There's your water" The tired girl softly said to the boy who lay spread on the bed he'd slept in before, struggling to keep his dark eyes open.