As Rafe served up his homemade chicken casserole, the tantalizing aroma filled the room, tempting my taste buds despite my efforts to remain composed. I couldn't help but steal glances at Rafe, admiring the way he effortlessly navigated the kitchen with a sense of confidence. As we settled on opposite sides of the couch to watch a movie, a subtle tension hung in the air, our gazes occasionally meeting but quickly darting away. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, a silent dance of unspoken words and lingering desires.
When the front door suddenly swung open, our attention snapped towards the unexpected intrusion. Ward stood in the doorway, his presence casting a shadow over the room, his soaked appearance betraying the gravity of the situation.
"What happened?" I couldn't help but ask, my concern evident in my voice as I exchanged a worried glance with Rafe.
"Dad?" Rafe's inquiry mirrored my own, his expression reflecting a mix of confusion and apprehension.
Ward's somber tone hinted at urgency as he implored us for help, his words drawing us outside to his car. A sense of unease crept over me, a nagging feeling of déjà vu prickling at the back of my mind.
It was as if history was repeating itself, plunging us into a familiar yet unsettling scenario.
As Ward approached the back of the truck with a sense of urgency, his hushed tone sent a shiver down my spine. "I need you kids to stay calm and stay quiet, okay?"
"What the hell happened?" I couldn't help but blurt out, my attempt to mask my rising panic failing miserably.
As Ward uncovered the truck bed, revealing its grim contents, Rafe's inquiry mirrored the dread churning in my stomach. "What is that?"
"No, no, no, no," I muttered, my mind refusing to accept the horrifying truth unfolding before me.
"It's a body," Ward confirmed, his gaze averted, his voice heavy with sorrow.
"This is not happening, this is not happening," I repeated to myself, trying to anchor myself in denial, to shield my mind from the harsh reality.
"Oh my god," Rafe's exhalation was a visceral reaction to the sight before us, his shock palpable.
"Please tell me this is not happening!" I whispered urgently, my plea lost in the suffocating weight of the moment.
"Oh my God!" Rafe's outburst shattered the fragile silence, his hands flying to his head in disbelief.
"Shhh," Ward gestured urgently, a silent plea for caution.
"Rafe," I called out softly, attempting to rein in his rising panic.
"It's a body?" Rafe's voice wavered with a mixture of disbelief and horror.
"Rafe!" I hissed urgently, catching his eye and gesturing for him to lower his volume before we attracted unwanted attention from inside the house.
"Whose body is it?" he asked, his tone quieter now, but no less urgent.
"It doesn't matter," Ward's dismissive response sent a surge of frustration coursing through me, and I took a hesitant step forward, unable to contain my annoyance.
"It doesn't matter?!" I exclaimed, my voice edged with irritation.
"Of course it does!" Rafe echoed my sentiment. "Whose body, Dad?"
"Be quiet," Ward's command cut through the air, his patience wearing thin as Rafe persisted with his questions.
"You need to tell us whose body that is," Rafe insisted, his tone firm.
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Rogue | outer banks
FanfictionAmelia Thornton was born into wealth, her childhood filled with all the luxuries money could buy. But when tragedy struck and her parents were involved in a devastating accident, her family fell apart at the seams. The once-close bond she shared wit...
