Old Money - Rafe Cameron

Chapter 30

A/N: since the last chapter was annoying I'm giving y'all this one today even though I was going to wait

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Audrey woke up in the middle of the night feeling regretful. Pushing Rafe away maybe wasn't the best idea... but his continuous inconsistent attitude was overwhelming for her.

She found herself reaching for her phone when it was about four in the morning so she could call him but she assumed he wasn't awake.

So she waited until she woke up the second time. She slept really well. She slept late. She checked the time on her phone to be almost noon and as she looked at her phone, Rafe had already texted her.

Rafe
Hey I know you're mad rn
But I need your help
Can you give me a ride somewhere
Please

He sent those messages two minutes ago, which meant that if she left immediately, she'd make it in time. But she was hesitant. Where did he need to go so bad that he couldn't drive himself?

Rafe
I promise you'll understand when you come

Audrey put her phone down and rubbed her face, taking some time to wake up more but her phone buzzed a couple more times

Sarah Cam
Rafe actually needs a ride
My cars still getting fixed I can't drive him
Please

Wtf?
Ok?

Audrey hopped in her car with a very confused and still tired mind. She drove quickly but carefully, pulling into the Cameron's driveway five minutes later.

She left her car running but hopped out, seeing no one around, but then Rafe and Sarah came out the front door

Rafe had his arm over Sarah's shoulders. Sarah was helping him walk, and Rafe's torso was smothered with blood.

"What the fuck?" Audrey asked and walked closer to them to help

"I'll drive. You take him." Sarah said hurriedly and Audrey helped Rafe into the backseat.

"Do I want to ask?" Audrey asked as Sarah drove quickly.

"Motorcycle accident." Rafe huffed and rested his arms on the backrests of the seats, leaning backwards more comfortably. "This is why I don't want you riding on it."

"Then maybe get a real car?" Audrey yelled. "Motorcycles are so impractical." She shook her head, touching his shoulder so he leaned forward. "How did you even fall off?"

She started to unbutton Rafe's shirt. Her hands trembled like they always did. She had a first aid kit under the seat and she bent over to get it.

She carefully pulled a sleeve off of his arm and she audibly gasped.

"Well, ok..." Rafe breathed heavily, his chest heaving drastically. "Don't be mad."

Aaudrey put some alcohol into a gauze pad and started to blot it over the smaller cuts. Anything she could do to make the visit to the ER quicker. "What did you do?" She said angrily.

"I went to see JJ." He hissed at the painful chemical, his hips bucking instinctively and his fists clenched.

"Oh, that's fun." Audrey nodded. "Did you punch him?"

Rafe groaned and leaned back. "Fuck, Audrey. No. I didn't punch him." He complained. "I didn't even get there. Barry saw me."

"What? Barry? Like Barry Barry?" She clarified.

Rafe nodded. "Yeah. He started chasing me because I still owe him." He explained. "And he caught up and knocked into me."

"This is bad. This is really bad." She said nervously. His entire backside had cuts going down it. "Alright, this is outside of my area of expertise."