Rafe and JJ Imagines

She's Gone- Rafe

Rafe rummaged through his father's liquor cabinet, settling on a large bottle of whiskey as he sloppily flicked off the cap- taking a long swig of the drink.
He grimaced slightly at the strong taste as he began to stumble up the stairs to his bedroom, pure darkness hitting him once again as he swung open the door.
He kicked the empty bottles and dirty clothes around on his floor, making a small clear pathway for him to get to his bed.
He sat on the bed, skulling what was left of the whiskey- throwing the empty bottle on the floor with all the other ones he refused to get rid of.

"Rafe..." Topper called out softly, nudging the door open slightly.

"Leave me alone Topper- go home." Rafe muttered numbly, curling up under his blankets.

"Rafe- you need to get yourself cleaned up, you can't keep living like this- it's unhealthy." Topper stated, her eyes scanning over his messy room.
His heart broke at the sight of his best friend, he was in such a state of depression he didn't know if there truly was a way to fix him.

"Leave Topper. Please." Rafe pleaded through gritted teeth.

Topper sighed, contemplating on abiding by Rafe's wishes and walking out the door and going home- he knew if he mentioned her it would only make him spiral even more. But perhaps it was the only way he could get him up- it might help him in some way.

"She wouldn't want to see you like this Rafe- how about you get cleaned up and we could go visit her?" Topper suggested

Rafe froze, his eyes staring at the wall in front of him blankly.
There were so many things he wanted to say- to Topper, Sarah, to his Dad- to her. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how desperately he wanted to get those words out- they never seemed to make their way out.
There were so many times where Rafe wanted to go visit her, to sit by her and blurt out everything he longed to say to her.

"Rafe please- this isn't you, the girls wouldn't want to see you like this!" Topper exclaimed in frustration.

Rafe shook his head, "She's gone- I'll never see her again."

Topper walked further into the room, quietly shutting the door behind him as he knelt down in front of his broken best friend.
"She'll always be here with us Rafe-"

"She isn't here Topper!" Rafe yelled, making Topper flinch in surprise.

"She's dead! She isn't here anymore and she never will be here anymore! I've lost the only good thing to ever happen to me- I've lost the love of my life!" Rafe screamed, throwing whatever was closest to him on the floor in anger.

Topper stood back, his face falling into a look of sadness and worry as he watched his best friend break in front of him. He never really saw Rafe express his emotions, and as of late they hadn't been seeing eye to eye. Topper always kind of  saw him as a heartless prick with the way he treated others and with some of his views but Octavia changed him for the good, she brought out a side of Rafe that had been suppressed for too long. Octavia was also what Brough Sarah and Rafe together- Octavia was the one thing they had in common.
But now that she's gone, no that Sarah was also gone he worried Rafe would return to old ways. He feared he'd turn to drugs again.

"You're right. Octavia isn't here and she isn't coming back- but she'll never ever leave your heart or your memory Rafe. And you know damn well Octavia would not want you to be mopping around drinking in the same clothes you've been wearing for a fucking week!" Topper snapped

Rafe hung his head, "She didn't deserve what happened to her."

Topper sucked in a sharp breath, "No she didn't....she deserved a long lifetime of happiness."

"She died- all over some gold fucking cross. All because I couldn't protect OR save her." Rafe muttered

"Don't blame yourself man- your Dad corrupted you into thinking that the gold and that cross were worth it." Topper stated

"I just want her back." Rafe sobbed

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"Fuck!"

"Is everyone ok!?"

"Octavia?!"

"Yeah- yeah I'm ok."

Octavia groaned as she held onto her head in pain, she stumbled off the boat- her feet sinking into the hot sand.
"Here let me help you." JJ offered, wrapping his arms around her waist as he guided her to a nearby log.

"Thanks J."

Octavia fell to the log, the gash on her head still dripping with blood.
"Fuck O, we need to fix that cut." JJ swore, his eyes wide with shock.

"With what? If you couldn't see already we're stuck on an island with absolutely nothing." Cleo stated sarcastically.

"We need something to help her." JJ said with gritted teeth.

"Rafe..." Octavia mumbled

"Rafe thinks I'm dead." She exclaimed

"It'll be ok- we'll find a way off this island." Kiara reassured

Pope took a piece of his shirt and began to clean the wound situated on the side of Octavia's forehead.
"As much as I hate that guy- we'll get you back to him because you seem to be the only thing in this world that keeps him sane."

Octavia smiled slightly, "We better figure out where the fuck we are."

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I'm so sorry I've been so inactive lately 😭
This imagine is much on the shorter side but I figured I needed to at least put something out.
And brooooo 22k!?!?!?!?
WTFFFFFF!!!!!

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