Good Days •Rafe Cameron•

Unrequited Love

    

       "Phoebe..." I felt Rafe's hand rest on my shoulder. "Please, do you know anything about a diary?" He pleaded.
     He knows that's I'm lying. And he also knows that's I know that he knows that I'm lying.
      I couldn't tell him the truth. What good will that do? After everything the Pogues have been through. After what I have been through. It wasn't right for me to just tell Mr. Singh about the diary.
     "I don't know." I say, quietly as I cross my arms over my chest, looking away from him.
      "Kiara-." Rafe starts but she quickly cuts him off by putting a hand up to his face, dismissing him, without saying a word.
     "Fuck!" He fumes, passing me and Kie as he goes into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. He slams the door shut, leaving Kiara and I alone.
       It's silent between us. Her and I don't exchange looks or glances. I make my way to one of the dressers. Inside are several pairs of satin pajama sets.
    I dig around some before finally deciding on a baby pink set that had matching shorts and spaghetti strap tank top. There's a similar grey-ish blue set. Instead there are pants.
     "I found some clothes." I say, breaking the silence. "That's very resourceful." Kie, sighs as she joins me.
     She takes the dark satin pajamas and sits back on the bed. "I'm sorry." I apologize.
     She knits her brows together. "For what?" She asked. I sigh, taking a seat on the bed.
    The soft bed sunk further down as my weight dropped onto the large white comforter. My feet hung loosely above the floor as I kicked my heels off.
     "I wish I could have done something. Found a way for you guys to get the cross." I spoke. Kiara shakes her head. "It's not your fault, Be. It really isn't. I can't make you stop loving Rafe. But I can protect you from him." She explains.
     "I don't need protection." I said. "Yes you do, Phoebe. Don't argue about this." She demanded. I nod. I could tell Kiara was serious.
     "I'm gonna change real quick." I sigh, trying to change the subject.
     I unhook my necklace and take my earrings off, before slipping out of my dress and into the fresh pajamas.
    Kiara quickly did the same before glancing at the bathroom door. She slipped out the red saying dress and pulled on the saying pajamas.
     Just in time, Rafe stepped out of the bathroom. Still clearly pissed. He glanced at the two of us, realizing that we changed our clothes.
"Look...." He starts, mostly glaring at Kiara. "I know you two are lying. And for whatever reason it is; it can't be better than getting ourselves killed. So just tell me. What do guys know about this diary?"
"Rafe, we seriously don't know anything." I lied. Rafe pulls his lips into a thin line taking a deep breath.
"FUCK!" He shouts. He takes a book from a book shelf and throws it across the room. I immediately jump from his sudden outburst.
I had almost forgotten what it was like. The constant fear of him losing his cool. Completely crashing out in front of me.
"God damn it, Phoebe!" Rafe screams, as he takes huge strides over to me, grabbing my arms in his hands. His grip is tight as he screams in my face.
"I know you're fucking lying!" He says, shaking my body. "Get off her!" Kiara screams. She tries to pull Rafe away from me, but she's too weak to pry his fingers from my arms.
"Rafe, stop it! Look at you!" I begin to raise my voice as I whimper from the pain my arms felt.
"You're acting crazy! Rafe, stop!" I shout.
       He suddenly loosen him grip, realizing what he has done. I glare at him, disappointedly.
       "Be....I didn't mean to." He apologizes, pulling into a hug. He rubs his hand through my hair I lay my head on his chest.
       "Be....?" Kiara says, softly. "You good?"
      I nod my head, pulling away from Rafe's embrace. "We're going to get ourselves killed if we don't remain calm." I state, looking at the Pogue and Kook.
       "You can't loose your temper, Rafe. You promised me that from now on. I mean it Rafe, I will leave your ass." I demanded, pointing my finger up at him, as if I was a mother disciplining their child.
      "Babe-." Rafe starts, but I'm quick to cut him off.
"I never asked for this. I never asked to be here. For this to be my life."
    I pushed through the two, making a bee line for the bed. I wanted to bury myself under the comforter and sheets. Smother myself with a pillow and hopefully wake up in the past. 6 months ago. Before any of this happened.
      "Can I just say, that I'm sorry." Rafe spoke quietly. He didn't sound genuine. He was putting up a front, just so he wouldn't hear Kiara's mouth all night hassling him about putting hands on me. Who could blame him. When Kiara got started; it's kind of hard to get her to stop.
    Kiara rolls her eyes at his apology, before joining me on the bed.
     "Move over." She hummed as she climbed under the blanket with me.
    I snuggled into the pillow, pushing my curls out the way. Kiara did the same as she pulled the blanket up to her chin.
     "You can sleep on the floor, Rafe." I say, finally acknowledging him. Rafe stood over the bed watching me with sad eyes. His fist clenched and unclenched as he tried not to fume with anger.
    Again, it was all a front. I guess he only could pretend so long in Guadeloupe, before he completely crashed out.
     "I can't lay next to you?" He questioned. "Hell no!" I spat. "Eww, no!" Kiara scrunches up her nose before turning away towards the window.
     Rafe lets out a long dramatic sigh, before snatching a pillow and a thin sheet off the bed. He walks over to the door of the bed, dropping the pillow and sheet on the floor.

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     I couldn't really sleep. I felt paranoid and anxious. I didn't know how we were gonna get out of this alive without telling the truth about the diary.
     A deep blue hue illuminated the room as the moonlight peaked through the sheer white curtains, bringing a sense of peace and comfort to the room.
    Rafe or Kiara didn't snore; so the room remained quiet.
     I turned on my right side as I stared at the bedroom door. Was there a guard standing out all night, or did they leave us for the time being.
     "Phoebe!" The sudden whisper of Rafe's voice called out from the floor. "Babe!" He whispered again.
    "What!" I whispered back, trying not to wake Kiara. Rafe began to shuffle off the floor. He moved to my side of the bed, kneeling on his knees, as he blinked at me with sad, apologetic eyes.
      "I'm sorry, Phoebe." He apologized. This time it was sincere. Maybe because we were alone. Maybe because he didn't have to pretend when it is just us.
     "I'm gonna get us off this island. I promise. And if you wanna go back to Kildare; I'll gladly come with you. We could live together. And I promise, from now on, I'll be gentle with you. I won't yell." Rafe's fingers caress my face.
"How do I know you're not just gonna do the same thing over?" His promises were empty. He never meant anything he said. The only determination and motivation in his life is money.
"Phoebe, I wanna build a life for us. I wanna make you proud. I want to have a family. I want to marry you." He states.
I blinked several times, almost showing little to no interest in his empty words.
He's quick with a joke. "Maybe I'll change my last name to Carrera."
      I immediately begin to giggle. I quickly cover my mouth. Careful not to wake Kie.
       "You're an idiot." I laughed, hitting him in the shoulder.
      "Do you wanna lay with me?" Rafe asked. I glanced at the hardwood floor." Wincing I smack my teeth.
      "Ooooh, baby" I groan. "I don't know about that. This bed is really comfy. I can't take that chance." I say.
     Ugh, fine." He whines, crawling back to the foot of the bed and laying his head down on the pillow.
      The room becomes silent again. No one speaks. The moonlight continues to peak through the curtains. And before I know it; I'm engulfed into sleep.