Pretty When You Cry ୨୧ Rafe Cameron

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It was time for Rafe to go to the Bahamas. Isla felt like he was being ripped away from her. He felt the same.

They walked up onto the tarmac and Rafe got in the plane, waving goodbye by blowing a kiss. Little did Isla know the Pogues were planning to stop the plane. She also had no idea that just before she got there Ward had forced Sarah into the plane.

As she stood on the runway the plane began to take off, and she saw something completely unexpected. Her brother, in the Twinkie, racing after the plane. All the color drained from her face.

He turned the Twinkie sideways, blocking the planes path.

Her brother was going to get himself killed.

That's all she could think of. There was no way in hell that that plane didn't come crashing into him. But it didn't. It stopped right before, like seriously only a foot away from him. And Isla could breathe again.

She ran as fast as she could to where the collision almost happened to see her brother getting out of the van, looking like he was ready to kill someone.

'John B you could've just died!'

'Isla, I don't know what Rafe's told you, but they have the gold. They are flying it out to the Bahamas! Ward kidnapped Sarah!'

She wasn't surprised that Ward would do something like that, but it still felt like a punch to the stomach. She was on the wrong side of this, she was sleeping with the enemy.

'John B!' Sarah cried, hopping out of the plane only to wrap her arms around John B tightly.

The other Pogues came out of the bushes just as Ward got out of the plane, a dark expression on his face.

A police siren sounded, and soon they saw a sheriff driving up to the plane. It was all happening so fast, nobody could even talk. Ward was staring John B in the eyes like he was his next target, until he put a more friendly face on for Sheriff Peterkin, one of the more reasonable police in Outerbanks.

'Put your hands on your head,' she demanded.

'Do what she said kid,' Ward laughed, looking back at John B.

'She's talking to you Ward,' John B said.

'You're under arrest for the murder of Big John Routledge,' the sheriff said, sticking a gun up at Ward's face.

It took Ward a second to realize what was happening. For different reasons, it took Isla a minute too. Her father was finally getting justice.

When Ward didn't move, not listening to her commands, the sheriff yelled, 'put your hands on your head!'

Ward put his hands on his head and went down on his knees, facing away from the sheriff and towards the group of teens.

When the sheriff tried to cuff him, he started to get violent, hitting at her. She shoved him down and loaded her gun.

A gunshot went off and Isla jumped. She fully thought the sheriff had just killed Ward, until she fell to her knees in agony instead of him.

Then Rafe appeared, holding the gun that fired. Isla's heart stopped. This was too much to process. She was watching a woman die right in front of her, bleeding out onto the pavement, at the hands of Rafe.