RC: crazy

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( this is just a picture sorry)

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"Are you almost ready ba-" Rafe calls out as y/n was just staring infront of their mirror they shared that was against his wall

Every time she closed her eyes her body was there laying there and struggling to breathe as she watched him pull the trigger that was aiming towards John B first then went to Sheriff Peterkin shooting her with no hesitation as the Pogues went running for it

"Baby" he questions

She snaps out of it before looking at him and seeing her so called boyfriend they were all attending her funeral the family and her.

Rafe

Ward

Wheezie

Rose

And now her

No sign of Sarah and I'm pretty sure she's dead unless that's what Rafe had wanted her to think along with his father after that night she doesn't know what her own boyfriend is cable of sadly and that's what scares her the most

Rafe was just watching her the whole entire time as she was having her little zone out moment studying her watching her body language and everything

"You guys ready" Rose shouts from downstairs

Rafe answers quickly as he looks back towards his girl as she was playing with her fingers before walking past him as his hand was around her waist

"There's going to be press" "Cameras lots of cameras just to get a picture of our family" Rose breaks down to what's about to happen at this funeral

"Were in this together" she adds looking at y/n before smiling slowly

Sure enough there were cameras once they had exit out of the car and reporters outside of the building. people were covered in the correct attire as Rafe's hand never left y/n's waist as they just had stood there hearing the sad words for Peterkin

Y/n's anxiety was through the roof she had felt eyes on Rafe then towards her once they would leave him and whispers were being heard they weren't quiet

But Rafe was blocking her body from being seen from everybody she looked like she was sick from how her face color had changed

"Rafe" y/n says quietly feeling sick to her stomach

He holds her tightly knowing that she wanted to leave but they couldn't she couldn't he couldn't they had to attend just like the rest of every one else. They had tp play the part where they were just as sad and confused as every one else

Y/n swallows the lump in her throat as everyone was ready to walk back in there cars before Kie getting Ward and Rafe's attention

"Murderer" she screams at the top of her lungs causing everyone to look at her

"Kie shut up" Pope says looking at her as all eyes were on them

"You fucking murderer Rafe Cameron" Kie shouts again as JJ was pulling her away

All eyes were on them for a second before Ward had quickly came up with an excuse as everyone had gently laughed it off before talking among themselves

"Rafe I think I'm going to be-" y/n was caught off as she ran to the side of the car and threw up

Rafe was blocking her from where people can see her but luckily there wasn't that many since they were parked on the opposite side

Y/n puts her head in her hands as her eyes were closed as she was sobbing her eyes out frustrated and already a headache forming

"Baby shh" he says holding her hair back

Y/n and Rafe were now back in his bedroom as she was now cleaned and out of her funeral clothes her teeth were brushed from the breath of throw up but she still couldn't look him in the eyes

"Baby please" Rafe starts to say

"We fucking killed her" she whispers

"We fucking killed her" y/n shouts in frustration

"Shut your fucking mouth" Rafe barks back

"You are not going to fucking do that to me" "You are not going to make me sound crazier then you are you fucking psychopath Rafe Cameron, l can't even look at you I can't even touch you knowing that your hands were covered in her blood" she sobs looking at him

"Kie was right" "Your a murderer"

Rafe wraps his hand around her throat as she whimpers a bit but wasn't trying to make any sound since everyone else was downstairs

"You are not any fucking better sweetheart"

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