WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter One (Alana)

PLAYLIST:

(I'll be updating this last as time goes on cause sometimes, I change my mind oops)

So High School - Taylor Swift

About Us - Brooke Hogan (Feat. Paul Wall)

Better - Khalid

Bottoms Up - Brantley Gilbert

'03 Bonnie & Clyde - Jay-Z (Feat. Beyonce)

Heartless - The Weeknd

I Love You, I'm Sorry - Gracie Abrams

illicit affairs - Taylor Swift

Born to Die - Lana Del Rey

All Too Well (Ten Minute Version) - Taylor Swift

Don't - Bryson Tiller

Murder on My Mind - YNW Melly

Many Men (Wish Death) - 50 Cent

But Daddy, I Love Him! - Taylor Swift

Love Lies - Khalid & Normani

Lights Down Low - Maejor (Feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - Taylor Swift

CHAPTER ONE

Alana

The sunset over the water reflected making even the ocean turn pink, orange, and purple. Glistening bright like what I'd always imagined the northern lights looked like. I only ever read about them and when I asked my old man about the northern lights he told me it's just how chemicals in the air react. They mean nothing.

"What you need to pay attention to is the colors of the sky over the water. Red at night is a sailor's delight. Red in the morning all sailors take warning." That's what Big John Routledge used to tell me. As well as "Alana, get your nose out of those damn books and help me tie off the boat so she doesn't float away."

Getting mad at my dad is something I miss now. He's been missing for nine months so now it's just me and my brother, John B, living in the only home we've ever known. John B is ten months older than me and sometimes he acts like he's ten years older than I am.

I'll admit that growing up John B spent more time doing the tougher jobs than I did. He'd work on fixing the roof when there was a leak or rebuilding the dock when we'd have a rough storm.

The cooking and cleaning fell right into my hands. Dad and John B would never have had a decent meal unless I cooked it for them. Their laundry would never be clean and folded or hung up if it hadn't been for me. Don't even get me started on picking up the damn house either.

Mom dipped when I was two and John B was three. I guess she couldn't handle the responsibilities that have since been split between my brother and myself. And especially since Dad has been missing. Presumed dead after two months but I still have hope and so does John B. But each passing day that I look out at the line where the ocean and sky blend together and turn to one, I lose a little bit of hope.

Today is one of those days where my hope is diminishing. It's been exactly nine months and nothing... The bell in our yard by the front door hasn't rang unless I've rang it and called for him to bring it on home. The first three months I stood there every sunrise and every sunset. Ringing that damn bell and waiting for his boat to come up in the distance. Waiting for him to turn around the back of the house but nothing.