WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Twenty-Two (Alana)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Alana

It's been hours since the shooting. My ears are still ringing and my mind is still fuzzy. I had to do what was necessary to keep Rafe from going even further off the walls. I memorized his triggers and saw that he was already gone by the time his feet touched down on that tarmac. There was nothing I could do to stop him from what he was doing.

But I could stop him from killing my brother and if that means choosing to be a Cameron to stay alive then it's what I have to do. I love Rafe... I really do love Rafe but hearing from John B's mouth that Ward killed our Dad I knew that I had to choose being a Cameron to gain Ward's trust. To play it off like it's bullshit but the truth of the matter is...

I believe John B.

Because for a year I've listened to John B rant and watched him live in this fantasy that our dad is alive and coming back and he's not dead. For all of a sudden John B to say that not only is Big John Routledge dead... But that he was killed by Ward Cameron? He found out and he's been protecting me.

Protecting me in a different way than Rafe is protecting me.

I'm currently sitting on my bed and staring blankly at the wall while Rafe is downstairs talking to his dad. I can't hear much because everything is muffled and damn near sound proof in this house.

And it's hard to hear anything when Sarah is actually sobbing so loudly and trashing her room with the anger she's feeling. I tried to knock on her door earlier but she doesn't even want to see me. She's mad at me for choosing Rafe.

I didn't choose him out of fear. I chose him out of love and if that means feeding into his little delusions just to try to level him back out and bring him out of this madness he's drowning in then so fucking be it.

Rafe comes into my room and lays in the bed. "So good news."

I look at him and when I think those dragons have flown off to another world they're back dancing around inside me again. My mind going blank as he smirks at me. "Mm?" I hum at him because it's the only thing that can make it's way off my tongue.

"No more bedroom rule." He keeps smiling. "You're a Cameron now. You know that? You made the right choice and Dad is proud of you. I'm proud of you and.. And here's the thing. You want me to stay with you, right? To be here with you?"

I nod slowly.

"Then you need to get your story straight. Alright? You said we're like Bonnie and Clyde and you know Bonnie would never rat out Clyde. She's ride or die for him so I need you to be ride or die for me, Alana."

My spine stiffens. "What's the story?"

He gets up and starts pacing. "Alright so the story is Dad called me for help because John B showed up and was being crazy okay? He shot Peterkin and then tried to kill Dad but I stopped him and I saved him, alright? So... Who shot Peterkin."

"You did."

He groans. "I meant if someone asks-"

"Oh." I feel sick suddenly at the thought of all of it. "John B..."

He nods. "Right. So when the cops start sniffing around and you know they will- especially because he's your brother. Then you have to make sure your story matches mine and Dad's. And Sarah... Dad's going to talk to Sarah. But if she says something different then they'll just cut it up to she's trying to protect John B."