Franchesca Ryans met life altering events after hooking up with Rafe Cameron at Midsummers last year. The seventeen yr old alcoholic finds herself back in her old ways after being released from rehab to come back home this summer.
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Last year
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9:17pm
Weekly allowances were blown in the span of seconds at a local Island Mini Mart near the Coast. It was crowded just like any other Saturday night — loud groups of teenagers overpopulated it, headed to a kegger on The Cut or a house party on Figure Eight.
It was the only place on the Island that never really carded for booze, making it a huge cash cow on the weekends.
Rafe was there. One hand held a case of cold IPAs, and his other gripped the neck of a single one he hadn't paid for yet, pressing it against his soft, parted lips. He and his two close friends, Kelce and Topper, usually stopped there when they went out. That night in particular, they were headed to this yacht party near the Coastline.
He was going out a lot lately, avoiding his dad for the most part. They were arguing a lot about his future. Ward wanted Rafe to make something out of himself. He wanted him to be more than what people gossiped about around the Island. Some rich kid who played with his nose, slept around with a bunch of girls, and had a bit of a temper.
But Rafe didn't even know what he wanted or who he wanted to be. He just knew that coke helped, not actually, but cathartically. Whenever shit was bad, it was like everything just went away. All of his problems, all of the stress, it was his own moment of silence. And he didn't know if he would ever let that moment go.
Why would he want to, right?
" Hey, Rafe." His eyes left the aisle, falling on Hannah Johnson, twirling her platinum blonde extensions with her fingers. Practically drooling over the taller boy as he peeled his lips away from the beer in his hand. " Topper said you were going to Jimmy's party tonight, all alone."
Rafe's eyes left hers, landing on Topper and Kelce holding their laughs from two aisles over, highly aware of her crush on him.
She was this bubbly, rich girl from Boston who moved to Figure 8 during Rafe's junior year. He hooked up with her once at a kegger a few years back, and she'd been love-struck ever since. " Best fuck of my life," she would tell her friends.
" Maybe we can hang out later. Just you and me, like old times?"
He glanced back over to her, flashing a smug smirk.
" Uh, yeah. Yeah, we can—" mid-sentence, his gaze immediately left Hannah's. Landing on a curly-headed girl with dimples who had just caused the door's sensor bell to go off. She was utterly unaware of Rafe, adoring how vibrantly she'd laughed at something Astrid was complaining about to her.
" He's gonna be pissed we sent her over," Kelce chuckled, searching the aisle for Trojans.
" So pissed," Topper told Kelce, his grin shortly fading once he noticed Rafe watching Franny from across the mart.
