Pretty When You Cry ୨୧ Rafe Cameron

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Rafe and Isla sat in the car, looking at the sun melting down the sky over the sandy beach, it was almost gone now, the moon light glistened on the water. They didn't speak to each other.

Isla got a million texts from her friends and brother— the people who actually cared about her. But Isla was ignoring them and sitting in a car watching the sunset with the person she hated the most, the person who lost them the gold, the person whose dad killed hers.

He gleamed over at her. She was sitting straight forward, whereas he was turned to face her. He noticed how melancholy she was, which explained why she wanted to buy from Barry. He knew that feeling. He could feel what he had just bought weighing down his pocket.

'Don't go to Barry's again Isla. It's just not safe, he's not the most trustworthy,' Rafe said. He had more to say but he figured he'd make a decision on rather to keep speaking about it or not based on her response.

'Why? You were there. You just bought from him,' Isla replied.

'Yeah but Isla I'm— it's just different. Listen, if your that intent on taking something I'll just give it to you, no Barry. But Isla I really don't wanna do that.'

'Why do you even do drugs, Rafe? You have everything I could ever ask for. You've got money, you've got the fucking gold, a full family, a real life ahead of you,' Isla started, 'actually, I don't care about that. I wanna know why you took the gold.'

Rafe was a bit stunned, but then he realized this was the Isla he had known. Maybe he snapped her out of whatever depressing daze she was in when she headed to Barry's.

'Listen, Isla. We need to money too. You don't have to believe me but we do. The business is going bankrupt and I was just trying to do something about it, be proactive you know? I'm a proactive type of person— and I saw the opportunity right in front of me,' Rafe explained.

'Yeah, but your version of bankrupt would be downsizing your mansion. I'm poor, Rafe. You've seen my house. It has no power anymore. Since my dad left the bills have went unpaid. And now since the incident with your dad me and John B are jobless. So I think I need that gold a lot more than you.'

She was right. Rafe knew she was. Her brows were furrowed and her mouth was turned down. He couldn't help but think; if she hated him so much why would she get in the car?

She felt like she got her point across. She noticed a look of defeat on Rafe's face and she felt accomplished.

'Rafe just give it back. We'll split it or something. We just really need it,' she pleaded.

'You think my dad got us where we are by sharing with every poor Pogue who wanted some cash? He didn't Isla, this is the way the world works,' Rafe replied.

'Instead of only worrying about money, maybe for once in your damn life you could think about someone other than yourself and your own family. Consider people feelings maybe.'

'I don't give a fuck about peoples feelings. Early bird gets the worm Isla. Should've got the gold out before me. And talked a little quieter.'

Isla had to ask herself why she was in his car. Then she remembered why. She needed to get out of this. Rafe was making it worse. She wanted to get drunk, but she didn't wanna go home to get alcohol, and she had no money. She didn't have a blunt on her. All that was to her disposal wasn't even hers, but she needed it. She needed something.

'Give me some of that,' she said, gesturing to the packet from Barry's hanging out of his pocket.

'What are you an addict?' he spat back, tucking the bag into his pocket further.