Good Days •Rafe Cameron•

Woogity-Woogity

       The grey sky hovered over the Outer Banks sending a light breeze and shade in the middle of the day.
I took in a deep breath, smelling the scent of rain and clouds in the sky as I walked out of the pharmacy. A paper bag filled with painkillers shook inside the bag as my legs took me down the street.
It's was a quiet day. School had started back up, which meant Kiara, JJ, and Pope were gone most of the day, leaving me in my thoughts and taking extra shifts at the Wreck since I was bored.
As I turned the corner, I bumped into a tall man. "Sorry." I apologized, before even realizing who I had bumped into.
Ward Cameron stood in front of me. A scowl on his face as he straightened out his suit. "You're Mike's niece, right?" He asked giving me a not so welcoming smirk.
"Yeah." I nod. "We met briefly at the Midsummers." I explained. "That's right. Rose introduced you to Rafe." He says.
"Look, let's not pretend to act like there's not an elephant in the room." I snapped. "I know what you did. And you know I know what you did." I narrow my eyes at him.
A mischievous chuckle leaves his lip. "Rafe's mentioned you to me. He says you have a very strong opinion on about everything. Very feisty." He comments. "Then again, Rafe thinks all the Carrera women are tempestuous." Ward explains.
I raise my left brow, with a questioning look. "What are you implying?" I snap. "I'm implying that my son doesn't make the best decisions when it come to the company that he keeps." Ward explains.
Ward Cameron was a selfish man. He was rash, and hare-brained. He mocked his son and punish him for doing the exact thing he did himself. The biggest hypocrite on the island.
"You're a sorry excuse for a father; I hope you know that." I spoke. "Do you have any idea how special your son is? Like even a clue?" I asked.
"He's a cheat and a liar. That's what he is, Phoebe." Ward says, using my name. I scoff. "What are you? You're just a lying waste of shit who uses people to get what you want. Not exactly impressive." My voice was calm and deep as I eyes the man.
"You have a son who sincerely believes that you don't like him." I narrow my eyes at the oldest Cameron. "I mean he's trying to communicate with you. But you're not listening. So then he comes to me, hoping I will listen. Why aren't you listening? Why aren't you riveted? Why isn't he the most important thing? Just for once? You're putting all of your motivation and focus onto getting the gold."
He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed with my comment. "You know you sound just like your Mom. Esme Carrera. She was always quite the little rebel in high school. I admired that. Even took her the 9th grade dance. But eventually she started slumming it with her brother and Anna. She got pregnant with that Devereux boy from the mainland. Moved away. Never saw her again." Ward says.
I pull my lips into a thin line. "I'm not here to talk about your potential crush on my mother. I want you to know that what your doing is wrong. You're a liar. You killed Big John. Rafe killed Peterkin. Is your life so miserable that you have to frame a teenager boy just to add some excitement?" I scoffed in disbelief.
I thought you said my son was special?" War asked. "He is. But that doesn't mean he gets to get off the hook with what he did. Why did you tell him to lie. John B didn't stab me. You know that." I demanded.
"I don't even know why I'm still standing here listening to you." Ward speak, stepping past me. I watch him disappear around the corner until he's out of sight.
"Asshole." I mumble under my breath. I pull out my phone from the back of my jean glancing at the time. 1:32.
I begin to walk towards The Wreck so I could start my shift. As I continue my walk back to Figure Eight; the sound of a revving engine approaches me from behind.
    I turn on my heel watching the person on the motorbike coke to a sudden stop. The person pulls their helmet off revealing their face. Barry.
     "Barry." I say, nervously. He y smirks appears on Barry's lips. His long hair pulled back into a bun as he set his helmet down, hopping off his bike.
      "Look who we have hear." He says. His thick southern accent slipping past his lips. "What do you want?" I asked, stepping back.
    He carefully approaches me with a strut. He flashes a mischievous smile revealing his gold tooth.
     "Rafe's looks for you." He says. "I don't care." I quickly say. Walking past him. Before I could take three steps; Barry grabs my wrist pulling me into his chest.
     "Ow." I winced, stumbling into the tall man. "Rafe mentioned how you two are in some sort of fight." He says, amused. "What's the point, Barry?" I asked, pulling my arm out of his grip.
     "Get on the bike." He nods his head towards the bike. "Hell no!" I shout. "I'm not going anywhere with you." I sassed.
Barry smiles mischievously. He rolls his tongue in the inside of his cheek flashing his gold tooth at me again.
"I finally understand why Country Club is so attracted to you." He starts. "You are one fine ass lookin' girl." He says.
"Your point?" I questioned. Crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm just saying." Barry says putting his hands up in surrender. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Janet Jackson or Halle Bailey?"
   I roll my eyes. "You don't have to flatter me just to get me to listen to you." I state, raising an eyebrow. "So you'll get on the bike?" Barry says. "No." I shake my head. "I have a shift at The Wreck in fifteen." I begin to walk past him once again. "I can take you there." Barry calls out. I stop walking turning around on my heel.
     "How do I know you're not going to take me to Rafe?" I questioned. "You just have to trust me." Barry smirks. "Fine. Just this once." I smile giving into the free ride.
    I approach the bike carefully. "What if I fall?" I say nervously, swinging my leg over one side. Barry steadies the bike by the handle he takes the helmet and pushes it down on my head.
      "You lean when I lean and nothing will happen." He says swinging himself onto the bike. I quickly wrap my arms around his waist holding on tights as he revs the engine before speeding off towards the middle of the island where The Wreck is.
    After a few minutes of driving past cars we finally arrive to the restaurant. "Thanks." I smile softly pulling the helmet off.
    "No problem." Barry salutes. He takes the helmet putting it on his head before speeding off back towards The Cut.
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The restaurant remained slow for most of my shift. Most people were at work or school in this September Monday.
As I stood at the counter organizing stick and going over inventory; I listened to the pelicans outside on the marsh.
I glanced at the clock one last time before the end of my shift. 4 pm. Kiara and the boys are probably out of school by now.
"Hey, honey." Anna smiled, coming around the counter. "You haven't been lifting anything today?" She asked gesturing towards my stomach.
I rolled my eyes. "Aunt Anna." I'm perfectly capable of lifting a few boxes. The Doctor said it's good for me to start moving." I smiles.
     "Be!" The sound of my name pulled my attention towards the door as Kiara burst through the entrance of the restaurant.
     She takes my hands pulling me back outside. "Hey, Kiara! I need those setups done by five!" Anna shouts after her daughter. "You know, there are other people that work here!" Kiara says. "But ain't none of them my children." Anna smirks.
     Kiara ignores her mom as she takes my out to the dock where Pope and JJ waited for us.
    "Can I tell her?" JJ jumped up and down like a child on Christmas Day as he clapped his hands holding his phone in his hands.
     "Tell me what?" I asked. Looking at the three teens suspiciously. "Tell her." Pope says.
     JJ shoves his phone in my face. I snatch the phone; pulling it away from my face to get a better view of the screen.
    A picture of John B and Sarah smiling at the camera covers the screen. "What's this?" I asked, confused. "They're alive." JJ pulls me into a hug. He squeezes me waist causing me to wince. "JJ, you're hurting me." I groan.
    "Oh, sorry." He let's go. "I don't understand." I say. "John B set this to us today in school. Sarah and John B are alive. They're in Nassau." Kiara smiles.
     "Oh." I hum looking down at my feet. "What's wrong?" Pope says. "Why didn't he send me a picture?" I asked.
      The three Pogues look between each other. "Be, listen." Pope starts. "He's probably still upset about the argument you two had. He said.
     "We'll can you text him and tell I'm sorry?" I asked "Yeah, of course." Kiara smiles sadly.
    "So are we going to the Bahamas or what?" JJ asked, changing the subject. "Dude there's no way we're getting to the Bahamas." Pope comments.
     "John B will get nabbed sooner or later. So if we're gonna clear his name, we need to have done it like yesterday." Kiara states.
     "I'll tell you how we do it." JJ starts. "Oh so you have it all planned out?" Pope sassed. "As a matter of fact, I do. We kidnap Rafe." JJ smiles, proudly at his plan. My face scrunches up. "Um..."
     "I'm sorry, what?" Pope says. "We kidnap Rafe, tie him up and stick the gun in his mouth and just wait till he starts squawking." JJ explains.
    "You know, torture's a war crime." Kiara informs the boy. "You can't do that JJ. You can't torture him." I run my fingers through my locs, rolling my eyes at his stupid plan.
    "How exactly do you plan on clearing John B's name from a prison cell. Because that's a felony." Pope states.
    "Look, if it comes down to it. I would have to testify against Rafe. He stabbed me. Not John B." I explain.
    "Yeah, but how do we convince Shoupe that Rafe was the once that stabbed you. He has a witness." Kiara asked.
     "Guys, all we need is a material witness. We saw Ward's plane fly right over our heads with the gold inside of it. He didn't fly it. If somebody else flew, they were on the tarmac. They saw Peterkin get murdered. We just have to find whoever that was and get them to confess on record."
     "How do we do that?" Kiara wondered. "A little light espionage." Pope smiles. "Some ghost recon." JJ smirks.
    "Woodity-Woogity." Pope wiggles his fingers for JJ. "Woodity, baby." JJ laughs.
     "Kiara!" Anna yells from the restaurant. "Let's go. Your shift starts now." She taps her watch indicating for Kiara to starts work. "Shit." Kiara says, rolling her eyes.
     "Be, I really hate to ask-." I cut the teen off. "I'll cover your shift tonight." I smile. "Thank you!" She hugs me.
     "Don't worry about it. Just find out who was on the tarmac.