Pretty When You Cry ୨୧ Rafe Cameron

twenty four

A clusterfuck of a week— a week where evening goes wrong and you indulge to cope. That's what his mom used to call it, before she died, and that's the week Rafe had had since Isla left.

When he came battered and bruised, his father gave him another across his cheek.

Rafe had done more cocaine in the past week than in the past six months, since he started.

His father's web of lies was unraveling. The cops knew that he did it. They knew he shot Peterkin, leading to her death.

So now he was on a boat, trying to get to a good hiding spot, his father's office in Wilmington, until he could get flown out to somewhere safer, somewhere with no police in his tail.

Barry was driving the slow moving speed boat, and they were having a conversation. Until Barry's tone changed.

'You know I can't just forget the beating your daddy gave me?' he eerily said, just before jumping out of the boat into swamp.

As police boats surrounded him, the swamp going from quiet to loud in a matter of seconds, Rafe stopped breathing for a second.

Barry fucking snitched.

Rafe jumped out of the boat, trying to swim away, but shots were fired and he didn't have anywhere to go, so he just hid behind the boat, trying to figure out his next move.

'Rafe we don't wanna kill you but you're making it damn hard,' Shoupe said.

Rafe tried to load his pistol, but nothing was working. He panicked finicked with the thing but it was clearly not going to function.

'Put the gun down Rafe, the pistol won't work now that you've got it wet,' Shoupe explained.

Rafe threw the pistol into the swamp water. 'Alright, alright,' he said.

'Ok now stay there we'll come to you,' Shoupe commanded.

Rafe did in fact not do that, he began to take off and swim as fast as he could. But they got him.

Laying down on his stomach in the wet grass as he was cough, Rafe realized this was what he deserved, but he couldn't help but be pissed off.

Having Isla as his fake girlfriend clearly didn't 'prove his innocence' like his dad thought it would. What a pathetic idea.

———

Long story short, John B and Sarah were home. And at this point the police knew John B wasn't guilty of anything. The Pogues were at the police station, showing the cops a tape of Gavin, the pilot's voice saying that if anything happened it was Ward.

Oh yeah, while Isla was stuck with Rafe the Pogues watched Ward kill Gavin too.

They had filled her in on a whole lot of stuff that happened in the small timespan of ten days she was gone. A lot had changed.

Being reunited with her brother was an experience like no other. That day, only about three ago, when she wrapped her arms around him, she felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders.

'See Shoupe, now you know Ward killed my dad and Gavin and Rafe killed Peterkin,' John B explained once the tape was over. They agreed, and the Pogues went back to the Chateau to let the police do their thing.

Everyone celebrated. John B chugged some liquor, JJ couldn't stop laughing, Pope and Kie too. Sarah and Isla weren't. They sat outside in the porch more solemnly.