Good Days •Rafe Cameron•

Opposite Sides

     

My breath was caught in my throat as I struggled to breath. Each step I walked back to Figure 8 made me upset even more. Upset with myself.
     I befriended Rafe. Defended him when the Pogues talked bad about him. And he goes an kills the Sheriff. But worst of all; I called John B a liar. I hurt him. I talked about his father. I knew I was a terrible friend. Lying, sneaking around. But I never thought I would be on Opposite Sides of the spectrum.
     I rushed into the house quickly booking it up the stairs. I was grateful Mike and Anna were at The Wreck, otherwise, they would probably question why I was such a mess with blood stains from John B's hands on my t-shirt.
I shut my bedroom door startling Echo as she jumped off my bed.
"Sorry, girl." I whispered. I pull my shirt off heading to the bathroom connected to my room.
My cheeks were smeared with mascara from my tears and my hair was a frizzy mess. My locs were hung longingly down my back as I studied my skin. My arms were covered in goosebumps and my breast were flushed from the July heat.
"Oh, my God." I groan. I cover my face with my hands as I try to control my breathing. "I'm a terrible friend." I admit.
After removing my hands from my face and trying to stop myself from crying, I pull my shorts off, turning on the shower, making sure the water is scolding hot.
My feet step into the shower first, testing the temperature until I finally let my whole body submerge under the shower faucet.
The hot water beats against my back as I lean my head back, relaxing my muscles. I replay the whole day in my head. Stoping at me and John B's fight. What should I have done or said differently?
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing. I furrow my brows. "Who's calling me?" I asked myself stepping out the shower.
I wrap a towel around my body digging through my shorts until I find my phone.
Several missed calls and one text from Sarah show up on my screen. I click the iMessage icon

Phoebe you need to answer your phone! Rafe is dangerous. He killed Sheriff Peterkin. And he kept mentioning how he needed to see you. He said you wouldn't answer his calls earlier today. He dropped me off at home and sped away. I think he's on his way to see you. Whatever you do, don't let him near you. -Sarah

My heart fell in the pit of my stomach as I panicked. Rafe wouldn't be stupid enough to come here. If he killed the Sheriff, Ward would have definitely told him to go back home and act like nothing happened.
Why did he need to see me so bad? That's when I hear it. Heavy footsteps moving up the stairs towards my bedroom. I quickly shut my bathroom door, shutting the lights off.
    I scrabbled towards the corner as I hold the towel tight against my body. My breathing became rapid as I hear my bedroom door open.
      "Phoebe?" Rafe's voice called out as my name slurred off his tongue. "Phoebe, come on. I know you're here." He cries. I can see his shadow under the door standing still waiting for me to answer.
     "Open the fucking door!" He slams his fist against the bathroom door. I cover my mouth as I try to calm my breathing.
     "Phoebe, please." He cries. I just want to talk to you..." He trails off. His shadow moves away from my door. It's quiet. The only sound is my rapid breathing as I carefully crawl towards the door reaching for the handle. My fingers slowly turn the knob as I hold my breath praying that he's gone.
     The door is barely open, before it's pried out of my hands; opening it as wide as it goes. I quickly scramble up from the floor holding my towel tightly as I finally make eye contact with Rafe.
His hair is a sweaty mess. The blonde locks sticking to his forehead every direction. His eyes are blood shot. He's breathing heavy.
"Be..." He starts as he slowly approaches me. "Rafe, you need to go home." I panic. "You killed the Sheriff." I state backing into the corner.
"No!" He shouts. He shakes his head uncontrollably. That's when I see it. He grips a pocket knife in his fist tightly, pointing it at me directly.
"That's not what happened, okay." He slurs his words. "Rafe put the knife down, please." I raise my hands up in surrender. "You have to get the story straight." He steps closer. "I didn't kill her okay. John B did." He lies.
"No, no, no, Rafe please." I sob. "You have to tell the truth. You have to go to the police. They might be looking for you." I say wiping the tears from my face as I slowly but gradually walk up to Rafe.
He begins to move the knife to his side as his body language calms down. "They're not looking for me, okay. They're looking for John B. Because he killed Sheriff Peterkin." He lies.
"Stop it, Rafe!" I snap, raising my voice a little. "This isn't some joke. This is about someone's life. You can't just lie. You have to tell the truth."
Rafe scoffs, rolling his eyes. "John B is the one lying to you. He's not your friend, Be. He's just a stupid Pogue who only cares about himself." He says.
"God, Rafe. I don't know what to say-." Rafe cuts me off. "You weren't there! I fucking called and texted you! You didn't answer the phone." He raises the knife again. Shouting in my face.
I side step away from him falling into my bed. "Rafe..." My vision becomes blurry as I try to hold back the tears. "You're scaring me." I whines.
"Shhh." Rafe hushes me. "Don't be scared. I just need to hear you say it. I need to know that you have your story straight."
"Please don't hurt me." My voice hiccups as I lean as far as possible on the bed. "Why would I hurt you?" He cooed. "You've been there for me all summer. I knew the first time I saw you that you were going to be special. All Sumer I've been trying to get better. Trying to get better for my dad. For myself. I want to be somebody." He points the knife at my cheek; poking it into my skin.
"Rafe..." I cry harder as he digs it into my skin. "Just say it." He demands. "John B killed Sheriff Peterkin." He says.
I shake my head. "No. I'm not going to lie for you. I know you did it." I say. "You barely know the motherfucker! It's been what? Six weeks since you've been friends. I would barely call that a friendship."
"Fuck you, Rafe!" I've done everything in my power to help you this summer. I was there for you. And the one time I'm not, you fucking kill a Sheriff!" I shout.
"Listen, Be. I need you to understand why, okay. Why I-I can't because there's so many voices in my head. I can't think straight. They won't stop talking. And I hate everything." He begins to ramble random thoughts. He points the knife down to my abdomen. "And I hate you." He pushes it further into my skin. I wince at the pain trying to back away.
He pulls me closer. "Please don't kill me." I sob. The last thing I needed was for Kiara to find me dead in my room. She would be traumatized for life.
"I need to do something to make the hurt go away." He moves the knife away from my abdomen, setting it down on the bed. He rubs his eyes. "Everything is happening too fast. I try to do my best. I really do. But nothing is never good enough. He has his precious Sarah. And I have nothing. I need you to be on my side." He sobs.
I try to slowly reach for the knife. Carefully moving my fingers along the bed. The soft meows from Echo fill the room as she disappears through my door and down the stairs.
"Don't you dare." Rafe snaps, snatching the knife away from me. He points it again directly at my abdomen.
"Listen carefully. Cause I'm only going to say this once." He begins. "If you don't tell the cops that John B killed the Sheriff; then I'm going to kill you. And then I'm going to blame your death on him too." He said.
The tension was thick as I steadied my breathing. How do I know he's not going to kill me even if I do pretend to agree with him?
"Rafe, if you kill me; how are we supposed to be together?" I lied. "I love you. Don't hurt me. Don't break my heart."
Rafe's face softens. His pale blue eyes travel across my body as he licks his lips, moving closer to me. He runs his free hand up my arm, slowly brushing my skin before reaching my shoulder.
"You love me?" He questioned. The knife still pointed at me. "Yeah, of course. You're the only one who understands me." I lie again.
I push the knife away from my stomach as I slowly stand up from the bed. Rafe steps a way, giving me some room.
"Just put the knife down." I tell him. My eyes move back and forth towards the door and back to his face as I try to brace myself to escape through the small opening of my door.
Rafe slowly sets the knife down back onto my bed as he burns his face into his hands. I can feel my heart beat against my towel before taking off towards the door.
It was stupid of me. Really. Rafe pulled my hair slamming me into the ground next to my bed. He begins to crawl on top off me, straddling me between his legs.
"You're a fucking liar. You know that. You act all high and mighty, but really you're just an ungrateful bitch floating around this island making up excuses."
"Rafe, please." I struggle underneath him, kicking my legs as I try to break free. Thrashing my body around.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. He leans forward, kissing me on the lips. He pulls away caressing my face with his free hand.
That's when I feel it. The knife being shoved into my abdomen. I scream in pain as heavy tear pool down my cheek.
"I'm sorry." Rafe says again. He pulls the knife out of my body before stabbing it back into my stomach. I begin to loose consciousness. The pain being so unbearable.
"Rafe..." I trail off as I feel him once again stab me for the third time. This time twisting the knife. I couldn't scream anymore. I felt numb. I could breath. I could think about anything besides the pain.
I don't know what happened after that. Maybe Mike and Anna found my body. Called Kiara and rushes her to get home as the police took my body away.
I didn't plan on having this kind of summer. I didn't want to be on the Opposite Side.