𝐄𝐂𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 || RAFE CAMERON

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Gianna woke up smelling like him.

Embraced in his sheets, the scent of Rafe Cameron had infiltrated her nostrils, making it a somewhat pleasant awakening from her slumber.

She noticed she was alone, his side of the bed completely empty, lacking the warmth he'd exude. Gianna remembered Rafe waking her up during her nap, telling her he was leaving to go do something. Gianna was too tired to pay much attention.

It was nighttime now, Gianna could tell by the lack of sunlight seeping through the curtains. She reached onto his nightstand, her eyes still partially closed as she grabbed her phone, checking the time. It was eight PM, and-

It was eight PM.

It was eight PM, and Gianna was in Rafe Cameron's bed. It was eight PM and Gianna was wearing one of his shirts. It was eight PM, and she was most definitely not at home. It was eight PM, and her mother had absolutely no clue of where she was.

"Fuck- fuck- fuck." She jolted up from his bed, quickly gathering her scattered pair of shoes and swiftly putting them on, not bothering to tie them.

She pulled the sheets over the mattress cover and rapidly fluffed his pillowed before practically throwing them against the headboard, a weak attempt to make Rafes bed look how it did when she first entered his room. A total of five hours ago.

Her much needed nap had made her lose track of time, she didn't even hear the one hour alarm she had set, go off.

Gianna closed Rafes bedroom door, rapidly running down the stairs, swiftly moving past the kitchen, down to the main living room, and past the entrance.

She thought about how it would look if someone like Wheezie Cameron had caught her leaving Rafe's room, wearing his Rip Curl shirt, smelling just like him with a severe case of bed hair.

The thought was quickly brushed away as she practically threw herself on the front door.

She pushed it open, silently shutting it closed. But as she turned back around, she was met with Ward Cameron standing no more than a few inches in front of her, only illuminated by the few outdoor lights that were on.

Gianna let out a loud gasp, jerking backwards as she hit her back on the door behind her.

"Gianna." His tone was low and the expression on his face made him look like the devil. "Can I help you with anything?"

The honey blonde felt her heart racing, swallowing dryly. "Mr. Cameron- no, no, thank you. I was just leaving actually-"

"Going back home? I'll give you a ride then." He flashed her a smile, which was anything but warm and welcoming like how she remembered it to be.

Gianna felt it in her gut, a protruding feeling of unsafeness and insecurity. She shook her head. "There's really no need for that, Mr. Cameron. I wouldn't want to bother you. I'm sure you're a very busy man." She forced out an awkward laugh.

He chuckled. "Nonsense. Wouldn't want a young girl like you walking around with a killer on the loose." His smile fell as the words slipped off his tongue, intently anticipating her reaction.

She blinked, unsure of what to answer. Would she play along and pretend she didn't know what Rafe did? Knowing there was a chance Ward knew everything already? Or would she stand her ground and admit to knowing that Rafe was the actual criminal?

The words criminal still felt fuzzy on her tongue.

As she contemplated her options, she felt as though none of them would save her from whatever it was that Ward had planned for her.