Plot twist

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It wasn't a long walk from Emma's house to the dock but it was still enjoyable. The sun was setting when her and rafe finally reached there destination. Only a few people were still wondering, unforgettable faces like Kie and her group  were Shuffle past the not so familiar ones that crowded that surroundings.

"Rafe we should talk" she finally spoke breaking the breathe taking silence
His response was quick and predictable like he was planning it the whole time they had been walking "yeah what's up gorgeous"
" I don't think I can do this anymore" the brunette girl said simply whilst she stopped walking behind him and slowly slipping her hand from his.

"What is that supposed to mean Em" was the reply she got.
" I mean us... I can be with you"
Rafe huffed in frustration " I didn't want to have to do this Emma"
A blink of a eye was all you needed to miss it . That's exactly what the girl did when she opened her eyes she was faced with the cold hard silver metal of  a pistol pointed at her chest that was clearly stolen from his farther collection kept in the big office of the forever loved tanny hill home.

Emma laughed slightly before grabbing the gun and moving it to the point between her eyebrows.
"Should we step in" she heard someone from the crowed that had grow around the two teens say.
" do it" she sighed " shoot me rafe... do it. It's not like I have anything to live for. I mean come on I'm almost sure that the only reason my parents keep me around is so that I can marry you and give them 5 or 6 grandkids, which spoiler alert isn't going to happen and the other one being for there shitty social status ... so do it... pull the trigger and put an end to it all."
"E-Emma" rafe murmured before lowering the gun and dropping it on the dock after throwing himself onto his knees by her feet and sobbing like the child she knew he was.

The girl skilfully kicked the gun in the water and backed away from the sobbing Cameron boy. In the back of her mind she knew she should have took the gun with her,But she just didn't have the energy anymore, with that she walked away avoiding eye contact with the pogue's and everyone around them.

On the walk home Emma could feel at least one pair of eyes on the back of her head wich she learned to do around her ever watchful parents along with recognising people by there footsteps but refused to give in to the temptation of turning around to see who the unrecognisable foot steps were coming from, after all it was probably someone who just watched the show her and rafe just put on at the docks and wanted to play her like a violin to get answers out of her or to be 'the next in line' for the admired girl.

After around 5 minutes of feeling like she was being watched and followed she finally gave it to the temptation that was nagging at her like a drug to an addict. That was mistake number one. She was met with the sight of the two pogue boys that followed kiara around as if they where her body guards. Speedily, she turned around again and spoke up. Mistake number two.

"This is getting a bit creepy ya know!" She practically shouted " the whole following me thing"
"Slow down so we can talk then."
The slightly shorter boy yelled after her
" they speak" she started as she slowly spun to face the boys l "what's there to talk about?"
"About what happened on the dock" the other pogue boy continued "I mean come on you can't say that was nothing!"
" your right it wasn't nothing ,but do you know what it was?..." She questioned leaving a space for them to write there guesses "none of your business so leave me alone" she finished turning back toward her home.
" come on can we not just talk about it" pope attempted to reason but unsuccessful as Emma kept her back turned with a million thought running through her head at ones.

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When Emma finally reached her front door she paused. Remembering that one the pogues where still following her and two she was going to have to explain everything to her mother who was sure to be less than happy with her after she creating a seen in front of half of figure eight and the cut.

Social status was a massive deal to her mother. She loved it more than she does her husband or daughter, and sucking up to the Camerons who where practically rolling in it. Only insuring Emma would get a yelled at when she when inside not only for causing a scene but also for 'breaking the poor boys heart' three words fuck. that. shit.

With this in mind she slowly backed away from the front door of her family and childhood home with a sigh once again turning to the two boy that seemed like stalkers after following her home and watching her hesitation to follow through with the action of the simplest task but also not fully understanding her home life whilst silently judging her.

"Fine you can have it your way !" She raised her voice at the boys " let's talk"
"Let's go then " The talker boy replied with a slight tone of sympathy laced in his voice as he sneakily tried to get away from figure 8.
" is this your way of trying to kill me or something because I honestly don't think anyone will look for me and I would rather not die tonight." She snapped with sarcasm waving in her words.
" I'm sure rafe would love to come and look for you" remarked The blonde
" I mean I could just not co—" Emma stated with sarcasm still staining her tone.
"No!" Pope cut in before either of them could make another remark for the other to answer to "please"
"Fine" the girl stated as she Trudged down the wrap around porch stairs.