[INCOMPLETED]
Her life used to be handed to her on a silver platter, now that life didn't belong to her anymore. She was stranded on an island, living the pogue life. Emerson thought she had escaped from her demons, she thought she was free. She tho...
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"I'll fix everything, I promise."
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"Rafe," Emerson breathed out slowly, her eyes focused on him. She couldn't bring herself to look away from him.
He looks different than when she last saw him. She almost found it funny, how he was probably looking at her and thinking the same thing. Emerson did look different, she knows she does. Except it's not a good different, not by a long shot. She looked nothing like the girl she used to be.
Kiara shook her head, not stuck in the same trance that Emerson was. "No, I knew you and Ward were behind this shit," She said as she stepped towards him.
Rafe had to force his eyes off Emerson, now looking over at Kiara. An annoyed look appeared on his face, almost like she just remembered where he was. "What are you talking about? Are you trying to weasel in on my deal?" He asked the girls as he stepped towards them, neither of them backing away from him. "Is that what's going on?"
"Deal? What deal?" Emerson asked him.
"I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know?" A man spoke from the adjacent room causing the three teens to turn their heads.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Me?" The man asked as he turned around now facing the teenagers. "My name is Carlos Singh. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cameron. And Ms. Rhodes, Ms. Carrera, I do apologize for the rough tactics in bringing you here," He told the girls, but there wasn't a hint of sincerity in his eyes. "But please, come. Sit down. Come now, I won't bite."
Rafe looked down at the girls, more specifically at Emerson. Seconds later her eyes met his, the two of them just looked at each other. Kiara watched them for a second before taking Emerson's hand, the two of them now following Mr. Singh and taking a seat.
"What is he doing here?" Emerson whispered to her, feeling her heart rate starting to increase.
"Just ignore him," Kiara whispered back to her.
"Right."
"Rough Tactics?" Rafe asked him, having not heard the girls whispering to each other. "What about me?"
"Yes, Mr. Cameron, false pretenses," Mr. Singh told him as he poured himself a drink. "But the ends justify the means, I'm afraid. Sit down." Rafe exhaled slowly before taking a seat, he tried looking at Emerson again but Kiara was doing her best to block his view. "We have a lot to talk about."
"Why are we here?" Kiara asked him.
"Well, Ms. Carrera, we share certain interests, you know. Objectives."
