His Drug

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Walking into the Chateau, after coming back from the Liquor store Willow Carrera hears a noise inside. Thinking that maybe it was all of her friends because her sister, Kiara Carrera gave the news that John B and Sarah were back from the Bahamas. Sarah was her childhood best friend who just happened to have started dating another one of Willow's friends, John B. When she turned the corner overlooking the kitchen and that's when she saw Barry. Barry was the island's well-known drug dealer, the one no cop had the energy or patience to arrest. Barry and she had a past that she wanted to forget, but never got the chance to. When she tried to sneak past him she felt a cold hard sensation on the back of her head. A gun. He wrapped an arm around her and dragged her outside to the back of the house.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A fake ass Kook or Pogue, I can't keep up with you these days, Carrera," Barry forcefully turned Willow towards Rafe Cameron who was also holding a gun. "Yo Country Club, I found a stray," When Rafe turned around to see who Barry had grabbed his face immediately dropped. She made eye contact with Rafe non-verbally begging for his help. Rafe cocked his gun and pointed it at Barry. "Woah now country club, don't shoot,"

"Let go of her, Barry. She's not who you want, we want John B," Rafe had always protective of Willow, they grew up together, went to high school together, went to parties together, got drunk and high together, and somewhere along the line of the chaos, she fell in love with him but never had the chance or the opportunity to tell him.

Rafe was manipulative, obsessive, protective, and psychopathic but somewhere deep inside of him, Willow knew he had good in him. He was just corrupted by his father, Ward, who had never really paid attention to him so he acted out. Barry threw her to the ground and walked back to the front of the house pissed off. Rafe immediately picked her up and cupped her face in his hands wiping away her tears. She was tearing up because she knew that Barry wouldn't hesitate to have pulled the trigger. Barry knew about her feelings for Rafe, and how much Rafe cared for her. She was scared and when Rafe crosses Barry, she may have a target on her head so that Barry can hurt Rafe.

"Hey, please don't cry." Rafe rested his forehead against hers, which is what he always did to calm her down when she was upset, "I will always protect you no matter what. No one will ever hurt you, if they do, I'll kill them. You got that?" She nodded at his somehow reassuring words.

Willow knew that she shouldn't fall for him but she couldn't help herself. He had always been there for her whether it was when her parents were yelling at her when she was dealing with her addiction to drugs, whatever it was he was always a call away no matter what. She knew deep down that they could never be anything official, he was her first love, and you never get over a first love.

"Go. Before somebody sees you." Rafe nods and leaves without another word. Willow cracks open a beer and leans against the big tree in front of the Chateau. She watches as John B, Sarah Cameron, and JJ Maybank climb down another tree. They all hug, some longer than others. "Sarah, you can take the back room, I'll take the couch on the patio. I don't need y'all doing anything nasty in the house."

"Willow, it's not your house. It's my dad's." yelps John B, he and Willow never were very close because he continued to push her away after his dad went missing. Plus, he always resented her for her past no matter how much she tried. 'Too much of a kook,' he always said.

"Really? Do you see him anywhere? He's dead, John B. I've been paying the bills for the last 9 months so that you didn't lose your home. I'm sorry for trying to help you. I go to work and help pay the mortgage on this house."

"Is it work that you've been doing? Or Rafe Cameron?" exclaimed John B, Willow knew that he was angry so there was no use to fight with him on anything. John B was going to believe what he wanted to, there was no convincing him. He was stubborn that way. She grabbed a few more bottles of beer and headed down to the dock. Sitting down with her feet hanging off lightly touching the water, Sarah sat next to her.