him & i ↠ rafe cameron

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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It had been a few days since the events at the club and Julia had given him the cold shoulder, which he deserved. That night after getting home, knowing she was home safe, in her own room... Rafe after a few hours, assuming she had fallen asleep by then, went back to find the twins, Xavier and Wade. Wade was the dumb one to go after Julia and Rafe wouldn't let that go easily. Rafe called up Barry at 1AM, barking about his lousy customer base and why Barry was suited for dirty work that he had done that night. Of course, Barry bitched and moaned but went with Rafe to pursue his revenge. Barry knew where the twins lived. They lived on the outskirts of Chapel Hill, on a secluded road right near the Ferry Station; which is why they were a prime customer base to pick up the shipment... yet, Rafe had to make a trip out to Chapel Hill and deliver it in person, lazy sacks of shit. Pulling up upon the home after a quick ferry ride; they bursted into the small inherited home where the twins and a few hookers sat around a coffee table, weighing baggies, mixing Rafe's pure snow with a watered down mixture of snow and probably salt. With guns drawn, the hookers screamed all the while Xavier tried to pull his piece but Barry was pretty quick with subduing him so Rafe could knock Wade with the barrel of his gun on his head and drag him into the bathroom. There, Barry dragged his brother in at gunpoint and made Xavier watch as Rafe got out his revenge on Wade for hurting and placing a single finger on Julia. After what seemed like hours of Rafe drowning Wade's head in the bathtub and breaking each of his fingers, slowly, one by one that touched Julia's skin, he ran Wade's hands under hot water until they turned a shade of red Rafe hadn't seen before on skin and started to turn the water red. Barry, at this point, was tired of holding up Xavier as he tried to help his twin but he was no match for the hillbilly strength that Barry had. Rafe finally deemed his punishment over and warned the twins if they ever came to Kildare, they'd be dead men.

On the ride back, Barry kept yapping about bullshit that Rafe couldn't even have on his radar. As he drove down the familiar roads of Kildare Island, he was reminded of how far he had come, and to the point he was at now... Before Julia, he was the typical prodigal son of a billionaire who got away with mostly everything. He had anything he wanted, anyone he wanted, there were no consequences , only good times. After finally realizing he didn't have to be like his father, to please him to become proud of himself... to love himself... Rafe tried to turn the curve for himself; steer the straight and narrow... Sure, it was hard when you were used to easy shit and shit coming to you without putting a hand into any of the work, but with Ward gone, Sarah out of the picture for the most part, he was able to turn himself into someone he always wanted to be. Meeting Julia was the first step out of his own personal hell he was creating for himself, the second was taking over Cameron Businesses; those two things in life... Rafe was the most proud he had ever been. He was working the company and turning it into something different. He even was helping draw the architectural plans for new developments. With the pieces of his life that always made him feel broken and flawed gone... Having someone believe in him whole-heartedly; he strived to do better. And he did....

For a while. Rafe had big plans for his and Julia's future. Unfortunately, taking money out of the Cameron Business to fund that future... out of the question. So, he resorted to what he knew best. Drugs. With Barry by his side, he was able to create a small empire where he was king, a role he always felt comfortable with. There was dangers to the role and job, this he knew... and he thought he was able to protect his kingdom and queen from outsiders. He was wrong. All the while, he kept dabbling in his addiction. The high, he kept chasing to keep it all together. Work on the Cameron Business, make sure it ran smoothly, make sure Julia was happy, make sure her mother's hospital bills were paid, make sure Barry was doing his shit and dealing to clients and other potential dealers. It was alot on his plate and he luckily had the coke to help him along, but it also makes him make mistakes he wouldn't normally make. Rafe clutched the steering wheel, blocking out Barry's incessant blabbering and cigarette smoke fogging the car. He told himself he was going to be better than the path set before him. Instead, he took the path he always knew wanted to eat him alive and spit him out a broken little boy, which in this instance; it did. Seeing how scared and fragile Julia was... Someone going after her, because of him and his actions. Yes, he did stiff the twins. Did he care? No. All Rafe cared about was himself and Julia. Seeing Julia be comforted by Hunter Thornton of all people...Someone people saw as the 'all american boy'. Good grades, great with parents, followed the rules mostly... Everything Rafe hated in the yuppie folk, as he was once someone who wanted to please people so badly to become someone in their eyes they thought was good. He told Julia he was going to be good, and he let her down. The disappointment in her beautiful eyes, the shame. It broken his barely beating heart. She was the only person to change his perspective in life. Want to be better to for her, even be better for himself for once... and he failed her.