wicked | rafe cameron

bonnie and clyde

"Do you know why I'm pulling you over, Miss?"

"Yeah, I was speeding, I'm sorry.", Erin apologized and put on her nicest face, the corners of her mouth shaking suspiciously.

"I'm gonna need to see your license and registration"

Erin sighed and turned to look at Rafe for a second, him not being any help. Rafe had never seen this officer before, which was odd considering how many times he'd been arrested before.

That meant his plan would probably fall through, no chances of intimidating the officer with a scary last name.

"This is actually my boyfriends car."

"I still need your license." Then he looked at Rafe. "Sir? Do you have the registration for this car?"

A cocky smile found its way on Rafes lips.
"Nahh, not her boyfriend."
He could see Erin frown from the corner of his eyes.

"Look, I don't have anything on me, okay? I was just driving home."

"Home from what?"

"From a party"

The cop put his hands on the window frame, Erin clenched her jaw.

"Did you have anything to drink?"

She scoffed and shook her head. "No?"

"Because you kinda smell like you-"

"What the fuck are you accusing me for? Fuck you!", Erin barked. Rafe impatiently rubbed his forehead with his thumb and middle finger.
Now why would she snap at a cop like that, even Rafe knew that this was not a good idea. Probably because he'd done it before about a thousand times.

"Step out of the vehicle, Miss."

Erins heart started beating faster, she felt anger built up inside of her.
All she wanted was to fucking get some sleep and now Rafe had managed to ruin this as well.
She was sure, if he hadn't been there, making her all nervous, her driving would've been flawless.

"Can you at least say something, Rafe?! Fuck!", Erin complained and stepped out of the car, slamming the door angrily.

"You know my dad? Ward Cameron, I'm sure he'll love to hear about how you treat his sons friends."

Rafe still had hopes that the cop maybe knew his father and respected his name, at least. Everyone knew Ward Cameron.

"I don't give a shit about who your dad is, alright. Hands behind your back."

When Erin refused, he pinned her to the car and forced her hands behind her back, putting them in handcuffs.

Rafe got out of the passenger seat and walked around the car. "Hey! Hey, careful, alright. Relax, dude. Don't throw her around like that!"

The harsh movement pulled Erins dress down, making the baggy slip out of her bra and fall right in front of the cops boots. She sighed.

"Geez, what do we have here. Who would've thought.", the cop mumbled and picked up the baggy. "Let me guess, opiods? I knew you were a fucking junkie."

Erin clearly hurt the officers ego when she got up all in his face, now he was out to get her. And Erin obviously didn't make it hard for him to find a reason.

"Fuck you know about my life?", she snapped, spit in his face and tried to break free from his grip, which only led to her getting pushed into the dirt face down.

"Enough, I think.", the cop stated and turned around to Rafe.

"Get back into the car!", he yelled. Then he grabbed his walkie talkie with one hand, while pushing Erins head into the dirt with the other, pressing his knee into her back and making her squeal in pain like a fucking squeaky toy.