MECHANIC | Rafe Cameron - JJ Maybank - Outerbanks

24 - crimson red

Hazel eyes locked with ocean eyes.

Both still hiding behind the plane, none could see them, yet.

Rafe pointed the gun to the ground, clenching his jaw once he saw Anastasia right in front of him.
She really had to be everywhere. Crossing his mind, his path. And now he was meddled up in this fucked up situation.

"Don't do it", Anastasia's voice was shaking seeing the death in his eyes,"Please, Rafe".

He shook his head, unsure of what to do. His emotions clouded his mind. Stuck in between saving his dad and Anastasia.

"Please Rafe, I'm begging you". Anastasia looked down at his shaking hand, then back up again at his eyes as she slowly reached her hand out.

"No", his gaze drifted down her shaking hands, coming closer to him,"Go away".
He loves her touch.
But his dad.

Rafe didn't know what to do.
He was torn.
Everything was breaking apart.
He had to do something.

It was all happening too fast.
Anastasia reached out for his gun and he knew she was gonna stop him.
She was gonna stop him from saving his dad.

Anastasia or Ward?
Both.
Not possible.

Rafe raised the gun, but Anastasia had already gotten a hold of it and she pointed it straight to her forehead.

The look in his eyes didn't change. He was going to kill someone today. So Anastasia cried out, her voice breaking:"Shoot me!".

He walked forwards, she backwards.
Both of their hands shaking, but holding the gun surprisingly steady.

Never in her entire life would've Anastasia thought Rafe would be able to pull a gun on her without immediately pulling it back.
But he certainly was.

Rafe still wasn't sure what to do. His gaze trembling back and forth between her eyes, lips and the gun.

"If you want to shoot someone", Anastasia whispered one last time,"Shoot me, Rafe".

Anastasia's eyes filled with tears, looking at his ocean eyes. They were red and filled with tears just like hers. Rafe had to be on a substance, Anastasia told herself, or he would've already pulled the gun away. Right?

"I was yours to break anyways", her voice nothing more but a whisper as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She took her hand off the gun to wipe the tear away.

Rafe would bring death upon her.
Anastasia, deep down in her heart knew, she'd love him anyways.
This would be the end for them.

Anastasia's head hit the asphalt as she fell to the ground.
The gunshot still echoed in the air.

"No", Sarah whimpered, while John B gasped.

"Rafe, no", Ward sighed,"What did you do?".

"I saved you, dad", Rafe chuckled breathless, looking down at what he had done.
Crimson spreading on the asphalt.
A pool of red blood.
Just like he had done last year.

Peterkin was on the ground, coughing, grasping for air. John B was over her, trying to stop the bleeding with his bare hands. But blood was everywhere.

Anastasia couldn't do anything but just kneel right where Rafe had shoved her. She could feel hot blood running down her cheek from where she hit the asphalt.

Rafe didn't shoot her, he shot Peterkin.
Peterkin was dying and Anastasia couldn't move a single muscle. Her stomach was turning and twisting, she wanted to throw up. Her mind was messing with her, images of the past flashing up right before his eyes when Rafe had stabbed someone.