Phoebe is Kiara's cousin. She moves to the Outer Banks after a tragic car accident. Leaving her parents dead. On the island she quickly becomes friends with the Pogues. She joins them on the search for gold. All the while; she awaits her armored fat...
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"How are you feeling." My therapist, Dr. Turner asked as she carefully studied my face. The September breeze from the window kissed my skin as I breathed in the sent of the salty air slipping past the window. My long locs finally grew past my breast. My hair cascaded down the front of my shoulder as I leaned back in a comfy chair. My feet tucked under my body as I rolled and unrolled my sleeves to my bright pink sweater. "I'm better, I guess." I answered. "I'm still in a lot of pain, but there's only so much doctors can do." I say, clicking my tongue. Dr. Turner pulls her lips into a thin. "I meant how are you feeling about everything that's going on in your life?" She rephrased. I shrug my shoulders. "It's kind of suck-ish to hear the news tell these lies and stories about my friend. Or how everyone keeps gaslighting me into thinking John B stabbed me." I say, annoyed. Dr. Turner pulls out her clipboard; quickly scribbling a sentence down before looking back to me. "Why do you think you're being gaslit? Mike and Anna warned me that you might say something like that." She sighs. I furrow my brows. "What!" I snap. "I thought our sessions we're supposed to be confidential? Why the hell are they talking to you?" I jump up from my seat, running my hands through my hair. "Phoebe, I don't mean to upset you, but..." she trails off. She stands up from her chair as well walking over to my side. "Your aunt and uncle are worried about you. You've been through a lot this year. I believe your brain might mix up details and sometimes you don't understand. I mean, you were in a terrible car accident. And then you were stabbed. All that trauma isn't good for you." She explains. I roll my eyes. "I can't believe this." I scoff. "You're supposed to be on my side. You're supposed to make me feel better." I began to cry. I felt the hot tear roll down my cheeks as I tried to wipe them away, embarrassed by my sudden outburst. "Actually my job isn't supposed to make you feel better. My job is about the telling the truth." She says, with a smile. "Truth my ass." I mumbled under my breath. "I hope this doesn't set us back in us trusting each other." She worried. "I'm only here to help, Be." She rested a reassuring hand on my shoulder, but I quickly shrug it away. I bend down to grab my bag. "Yeah, whatever." Pulling my keys out to my Jeep. "Look, are we done here?" I say, a little too harshly. "Yes, I suppose." Dr. Turner says, she opens the door to the room, which leads outside to the lobby. "I hope to see you soon." She smiles. I nod my head before rushing out to the lobby and through the front doors of the building. My Jeep is parked towards the front. Only perks about being stabbed, is being able to apply for a handicap pass. I quickly hop into the vehicle adjusting my seat once again as I try to find the perfect position for my abdomen to stretch. A buzzing sound vibrates through my bag. I quickly pull out my phone. My eyes widen as the name on my screen. Rafe Cameron. Over the past few weeks, I've received texts and emails from him. Always asking the same thing. When can I see you? We need to talk. Please answer the text. Not one time did I see him apologize. It's not like I would forgive if he did. But it just made my blood boil. Knowing that he still had this power over me. Why didn't I just block him. What was stopping me from doing it. I watched his name buzz across my screen until it stopped. I continued to stare at my phone, waiting for another call from him. After a short moment, my phone buzzed again. This time JJ's name in the screen appeared. I quickly hit accept before lifting the phone to my ear. "Hey, what's up?" I answered, waiting for JJ to speak. "Can you pick me up from work?" JJ asked. He sounded upset. I knit my brows together checking the time on the clock. 3:06. "I thought I was supposed to pick you up at 6?" I questioned. "I got fired." He sighs. My eyes widen at the news. "JJ, honey." I say. "What happened?." I asked, disappointed. "Look, I don't really want to talk about it over the phone. Can you just pick me up." He says, quickly, before hanging up the phone. I roll my eyes for the third time in the last fifteen minutes. I pull out the parking lot as I begin to head towards the country club on Wrightsville Beach. Finally after twenty minutes I pull up to the club. JJ stood in front of the building. He had a sour expression on his face, while a bunch of Kooks laughed and taunted him to get off their side of the island. Once JJ saw my Jeep pull up he quickly ran over to the passenger side; but not before kicking up some flowers that were displayed out front and giving the Kooks a big "Fuck You" with his middle finger. I watch JJ in disbelief as he climbed into the Jeep. My eyes narrow at the Pogue. "Don't say anything." JJ says. "Just drive." He demanded. I step on the gas, high-tailing it out of Wrightsville. The first few minutes of the drive is silent. JJ rested his head on the window. I would occasionally look between him and road. "Do you want to talk about it now?" I asked, breaking the silence. A long and exaggerated sigh leaves JJ's lips. "I over heard Kelce and Topper talking about John B. They were making fun of him. Saying: How he deserves what's coming." JJ explains. "J, come on..." I sighed, disappointed. "You can't let those Kooks get to you." I tell him. "Wow, great advice, Be!" JJ smiles, his voice laced with sarcasm. "No offense, but you haven't lived with Kook your whole life. Eventually, it becomes impossible to ignore them." He says. "You're right." I smile. "Next time we should just slap the shit out of them if they make up lies again. That will totally get us some brownie points from the Pogue Gods." I teased. JJ chuckles, finally showing me a real smile. "That's why I love you, Phoebe." He says. "Love you, too." I reciprocate. "How was your session?" JJ asked. I bite my tongue, trying to hold back the awful things I wanted to say about Dr. Turner. "I wonder what Pope and Kie are doing." I say, changing the subject. "Fucking." JJ answered. My eyes widen in disbelief at his comment. "JJ!" I shout. "Why would you say that?" I look over at the teen. "I'm just messing you." He laughs. "That's not funny, JJ. I don't want to even picture my cousin doing such a thing. She too young. You all are. In fact, you should be worried about school." I comment, raising my right brow. "Ugh, don't remind me." JJ groans. He turns his attention back to the window watching the trees pass by. "Am I taking you home?" I questioned, finally making it to Topsoil Beach or The Cut. JJ nods. "Yeah, my dad's going to be gone for a while." He says. I pout my lips. "Huh?" I asked, turning into his neighborhood. "What do you mean gone?" I asked. "My dad's in jail." He says, nonchalantly. "What?" I shout. I was very confused. JJ's never told me about his dad. Or his mom. And I never asked about his family just in case it was a touchy subject. "My dad's an abusive piece of shit. He would hit me, Be. And he finally got what he deserved. I don't know what he's in jail for. He's done too many fucked up things in his life to keep count. I'm just glad he's gone. At least for a while." He explains. The car is silent once again. My brain was spinning with the information I was just told. "I really am selfish." I blurt out. "How did I not know you were being abused?" I asked myself out loud. "It's not your fault. And you're not selfish. Its not something I say to people when I introduce myself. And i didn't really have a reason to bring it up to you." He says. I pull up to his house. Stopping in front of the door. "I guess I'll see you." I smile softly. "Mmhm." JJ hums, hopping out of the car. He gives me a wave before running inside to his house and shutting the door. I quickly pull off, heading back to Figure 8. The ride was only twenty minutes before I finally made it to my house. Mike and Anna weren't home. They we're probably most likely at The Wreck. Kiara was no where to be found. Probably out with Pope somewhere on the Marsh. As I pull into the drive way, my heart falls into my stomach. I can feel my cheeks heat up as I begin to panic. Sitting on the porch was non other than Rafe Cameron. His hair was different. Parted in the middle. His muscle were a lot more defined the last time I saw him. He looked sick. Not the type of sick when you're sneezing or coughing. But the kind that's makes you suddenly realize that this person might need help. The kind of sick that made you look insane. I quickly shit the car off hopping out of the Jeep. I wince in pain as I moved too fast up the porch, finally making it to Rafe. "You need to leave." I tried to sound demanding, but my voice cracked. I felt my body shake as he took a huge step towards me. I could feel his body heat radiating off of him. His eyes were bloodshot with tears and I could tell that he was in some kind of drug. "I just wanted to talk." He says, putting his hands up in surrender." "Don't come near me." I cried. "I mean it Rafe. I will scream." I say, looking around my neighborhood just in case someone was watching. "Please, Be. I don't know what came over me that night. I-I was out of control. I was scared." He pleaded with me grabbing my hands in his. I snatch my hands away. "No!" I shout. "You don't get to come here anymore and tell me that's you were scared." I sobbed. "Leave, Rafe." I demand. "Just let me explain-." Rafe begins but I quickly cut him off. "No, leave me alone. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of all the texts and emails. Why did you call me today? Huh. What could you possibly say that could make any of this okay?" I was a screaming mess now. "I'm sorry!" Rafe shouted. He was angry. His breathing became rapid. He grabbed my wrist squeezing my arm in his grip. "Ow, I winced as he practically dragged my body into his. I struggles in his grip. My feet slid against the wood floors, causing me bend forward sending pain in my abdomen. "Get off of me! You broke into my house. You h-had a knife. You don't get to touch me. You hurt me. You scared me!" I listed out, finally pulling out of his grip. Rafe looked devastated. "I don't know how to fix this, Be. I need you in my life. You're the only good thing I have going." He wiped his bloodshot eyes trying to focus as he tried to pretend that he wasn't high off his ass. "You should have though about that until you made me afraid to sleep in my own bedroom. You wanted to kill me!" I cried. "STOP IT! Rafe screamed. "I was never going to kill you." He pointed a finger in my face. I slapped his hand away. "Stop, you don't get to do that!" I pushed him away. He was too close. I didn't like it. All I wanted to do was to crawl under my covers and close my eyes. "You don't get to do something like that and then just be with me. I never want to see you again." I was a crying mess. I could feel my body giving out. I felt small and tiny underneath Rafe's stair. No matter how sad and angry he looked, he still managed to be intimidating. "Phoebe..." He trails off, not knowing what to say. He runs his hands through his hair. The two off us are silent. The only sound is the crashing water waves hitting the shore as the tide came in. I could feel my heart beating, racing. I was terrified. I wanted to forgive him. And I wanted to hate him. "I can't have kids anymore because of you." I suddenly say, breaking the silence. Rafe clenched his jaw. His fist tightened into a ball as he process the information. "Congratulations, Rafe." I spoke. "You took my future." I spat. Rafe didn't say anything. Instead, he turned around. Walked ooff the porch and continued down the street. I watched him slowly fade away down the black pavement further and further away from me.
