𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | RAFE CAMERON

Eighteen | M A N D O W N

I arrive at the outskirts of the airstrip, and decided to drive a little faster. "Put on your seat belt." I tell Rafe.

"What? Why? We're almost there." He shakes his head.

"Just fucking do it." I slam my hand on the wheel. It's the only way he listens.

As he reaches for his seat belt I speed down the airstrip towards the plane, when I see flashing blue lights I slam on the breaks.

Rafes head slams on the dashboard, "What the hell is wrong with you?" He stammered holding his forehead.

"Square Groupers." I said getting out of the car and running to the plane, not waiting for Rafe. I listen in on what was going on as my back was tightly against the plane hiding my presence. Sarah and John B were there too, oddly I didn't know what was going on but I knew what my goal was. To kill Ward just as he did with my father.

"Are you kidding me, Sue?" Ward yelled.

"-Put your hands on your head! Drop to your knees!" She ordered. I heard cuffs being drawn as she mutters, "I don't like bein' used. I waited a long time for this."

Almost like an instinct I point the gun to Ward. "Me too." I say, with my finger on the trigger.

Sarah gasps, "No!"

Just as I pull the trigger Rafe comes out of no where and pushes away the gun. Ward ducks as the shot fires, but he wasn't hit, the shot fired onto Peterkins foot. She wailed and fell to the floor and looked at me with wide eyes.

I still had the gun in my hands, frozen at my missed target. Peterkin began to reach at her belt.

"Don't you pick up that gun!" Rafe yelled to Peterkin, he squeezed the gun out of my hands and just as Peterkin aimed at me with hers — two shots fired.

I flinch as I watched Peterkin fall onto the ground. Her body falling over like a sack of potatoes.

"Rafe, no. Rafe. What did you do?" Ward sighs. Sue's body bleeds as she whimpers her last breaths.

Rafe lets out a nervous laughed. "I saved her, Dad." He looked to me and nodded. "I saved you both." He panted. John B quickly tended to Sue.

At this point I could feel something. I could feel everything, but in return my body grew weak and my knees gave out as my eyes saw the blood piling around Peterkin's body.

"Call." Sue managed to let out. "Call for help!"

I wasn't going to be the one to call. I couldn't even move and I wouldn't know what to say. I looked to John B and he went to grab the radio.

"Don't try it asshole." Rafe teethed to John B.

"Rafe." Ward calmed him. "John B give me the radio."

"No." He objected.

"Come on just give it to me." He took it out of John B's hands. Rafe stepped closer, ready to assist at any moment.

"Rafe." John B threw a hand up.

"I got it calm down." Ward said. "Rafe enough with the gun. Stop."

John B then gets up and darts for the field of grass. Suddenly, having adrenaline kick in I go to get up but my arm hits the ground and I scream in pain. Looking down was a wound on my shoulder. I realized that the other shot fired at arm.

"Hey where are you going? Huh!" Rafe shouted, oblivious of my condition. Ward got a hold of Sarah and Rafe had a hold on me, "I'm taking you back to the truck."

"Stop! No!" I yell. "You're hurting me."

He struggles to keep me in his hold as I weakly kick my feet around. I groan in pain, unable to speak and alert him of my injury.