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Choice D for Rafe Cameron

You chose not to do anything and just head home with Rafe!

As much as you wanted to find the others and return home with them, you feared they were not even looking for you. You guys have had a straining relationship ever since Rafe, so you would not be surprised.

With that, you left with Rafe and, after getting home, you spent the next couple of days helping him.

Now, you were heading to the Wreck to get food for the both of you.

As you were placing an order to go, you heard your name being called from somewhere in the restaurant. Looking over in the general direction of the voice, you notice that it was all of the pogues.

Finishing your order, you pay and head your way over to the others.

"Hey, guys," you say, your nerves kicking in.

"Hey? Seriously?" Kie scoffs. "How did you even get off of the island?"

"I.. had some help," you hesitated.

"Oh, you had some help?" JJ voiced in frustration. "Enlighten us. Would this 'help' been willing to help us?"

"Probably not," you admitted.

"Well, regardless, you left us on that island, and we had to find our own way off," Kie expressed.

You started to get frustrated, yourself. "Well, did you guys even look for me while I was MIA?"

The silence that followed after gave the confirmation you needed for your previous suspicions.

"I thought so," you said. "So, while you guys were busy dealing with finding a way off, I was busy dealing with being kidnapped by one of the most powerful men on the planet."

"We had no idea of your situation, y/n," Pope clarified.

"You would have had an idea of the situation if you tried to seek me out," you bitterly bit. "And, by the way, Pope. I know where your cross is."

This sparked intrigued looks on everyone's face.

"Where?" Cleo inquired.

"It's with Rafe," you simply put.

Kie scoffs. "Of course, it is."

"Let me guess," John B began, "you only know this because you have been fucking around with him."

"What is that supposed to mean?" you wanted to know.

"Oh, come on, you know what it means," JJ pressed.

"And I bet the 'help' you claim you got was actually help from Rafe," Kie claimed.

"So, what if it was?" you genuinely asked. "I mean, thanks to me, your cross hasn't been melted down into nothing because of Rafe. In fact, you're able to have it back now because I was able to talk things out with him."

"Well, congratulations, y/n," JJ said, sarcasm dripping in his voice. "We get it. He wants to fuck you."

"Oh my god," you were on the brink of losing it. "You know what? Fuck all of you guys. I am sick and tired of the same bullshit day in, day out on this topic, and I am done with it all. So, I am going to go grab my food and leave you guys to do whatever the hell you guys do without me."

"Yeah, go run back to Rafe, why don't you!" JJ yells after you as you grab the food and head back to the car.

Hopping in the driver's seat, you try to conceal the tears that were flowing down your face from Rafe as he sits beside you in the passenger seat.

"That took awhile," he commented, taking a moment to look up from his phone. Looking over at you, he could clearly tell something was wrong. "Y/n?"

You refused to look at him because you knew he would do something to cause a scene, especially since this is the first time the comments made hit you deep and hard.

"Y/n," he said in a demanding tone, pulling your face to look at him.

He looked agitated. Pissed, even. It did not take him long to walk out of the car and into the restaurant, determination clear on his face.

You ran after him, preparing for the worst.

Walking inside again, the first thing you hear from Rafe is, "So, I'm going to guess this is your doing?"

"Well, if it isn't Rafe," JJ taunts. "Hey, did you know we were on the island you escaped from with your little girlfriend?"

"What?" Rafe turned his head to look at you. "Is this true?"

Taking a deep breath, you answer, "Yes."

"Well, shit. You didn't tell him." At this point, JJ was asking for a fight.

"Whatever, that's not important," Rafe continues. "What is important is that you all are dicks and asses for the shit you say about them. If you just let them explain why we seem to have this 'complicated relationship,' maybe the relationship wouldn't be so complicated. In fact, Pope and Sarah know a bit of what the rest of you would have known if you just listened."

The others' heads turn toward Pope and Sarah.

"Tell them what you know," Rafe basically demands. "Maybe, you guys will listen if it came from them. So, tell them."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was paying attention to what was happening.

Luckily, you notice that Sarah was looking at you for the go ahead to tell them. You shook your head no because, as much as you want to tell them, you do not want to entire world to know in the process.

"Rafe, let's leave," you suggest. "Please. I don't want to do it here out in public."

He looks over at you, immediately realizing what he had done.

Without a word, he walks out of the place with you closely behind him.

The truth of how he has saved your life will have to wait.