WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Thirty-Nine (Rafe)

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Rafe

Dad calls me downstairs after my shower. I feel like I'm on top of the world now that I'm a married man. Most people will probably laugh when I say we signed off on it on the page of an old book from the 90's that was Alana's mother's but to us? To us that meant everything.

My old man starts going on about the business and the family and making sure everyone is on the same page. Making sure that Alana sticks to her story and he tells me how well she did today with handling being heckled by the Pogues.

"She already told me she chooses me. She even married me to prove it." I say as I lean back in the chair in the dining room. "Speaking of which, do you think I can give her Mom's wedding ring?"

Dad almost chokes on his drink. "I'm sorry- did you say you got married? How and when? And you want what to give that girl?"

"Mom's wedding ring." I repeat. "Alana and I got married in my bedroom."

"Rafe... You're both still kids."

"And we know we want to be together forever. You got the ring or not?" He shakes his head. "Why not? Where is Mom's ring?"

"It's set aside for Sarah someday." He tells me.

"Sarah.. Right. Sarah. Sarah gets fucking everything right? Even though she's fucked this family over right? You realize she's going to get up on that stand and fuck everything up even more than she already has, don't you? Alana made her choice and now I'm going to ask the same for you. Me or Sarah."

"I don't choose between my kids. You know that, Rafe." Dad says calmly. Which pisses me off even more. "Sarah won't do that to us. She loves us."

"She loves us? She let us go down for everything. She left us-"

"Because she loves us."

"That was love?"

Dad rises to his feet. "Yes. Yes it is! Sarah has kept quiet for the most part when she could easily fuck us over and she hasn't. Sarah has always been a good kid. Never gotten into trouble or royally screwed this family over. But you? You, Rafe... All you do is fuck this family over."

"Dad I saved your life, not once but twice. What has Sarah done besides put you in that position? She's the one who ratted on you to Peterkin and then she's the one who ran off with the kid who tried to steal from us. She had people rob us at gun point. I fucking saved you and for you to sit there and say it's my fault? That I fucked us over? It was Sarah. Not me."

Sarah Cameron. The fucking golden child, that's all she'll ever be. Meanwhile I do everything. I carry the weight of this family and I get shit on constantly. Looked down upon and I'm the one who saves everyone. I protect everyone and no one protects me. No one is there for me.

I ask for help and I get pat on the back and told I need to man up.

Fine... I'll be the man of the family. The family that will be just me and my wife. We'll get ourselves the fuck out of here and start a new life just me and her. No shitty fucking kids to ruin everything either. We'll get a dog and maybe some farm animals that she likes. She likes horses and cows. I know that for a fact. She thinks cows are cute and she always points them out when we're driving past some pastures.

I'll do anything to finally be able to breathe and live a happy life. Even if it means cutting off the only family I've ever known. But I need to know that I'm truly unwanted first before I go ahead and do that.

Dad gets up to walk away and I throw the chair that I was sitting in. "You can't fucking do the hard thing, can you? You can't just promise to me that you'll defend me? After everything I've done for you."

"Everything you've done for me? Rafe... You fucked us! You're the reason we're in a hole! You didn't save me. You fucked me over. I'm ashamed to call you my son."

"I'm just trying to have a real conversation with you!" I shout at him and he throws me backward. Shit clatters and falls off the table and I catch myself, coming back to my feet and breathing heavily.

I push him back and his hand comes to my face.

"I have bailed you out every single time. Ever since you were ten years old and started fucking things up. Your mother would have disowned you had she not died."

"Don't talk about Mom-"

"You want to give that girl your mother's ring? You haven't earned the right to give any girl anything that ever belonged to your mother. Alana will open her eyes soon enough and she'll leave you in the dust. I hope she does, I hope she truly sees what a monster you are."

Before I can snap further I make my way outside to the balcony. Trying to catch my breath and stop myself from wanting to hurl my fucking guts out.

How dare he wish that upon me and my wife? And to say that Mom would be ashamed of me and disown me? That all of this is because of me? It's all on Sarah. What I did was to reverse everything Sarah had done.

I suck... "Man up... Come on... Man. Up." I say to myself to stop myself from breaking. The sound of a phone dinging over and over takes over my attention and I turn to see Wheezie's phone just sitting on the table.

I grab it to see texts from an unsaved number but it's painfully obvious that it's Sarah. Begging like the little bitch she is to see Wheezie and talk to her. Yeah right, if she thinks my fourteen-year-old little sister is going to talk to her and end up brainwashed? She's got another fucking thing coming.

Sarah wouldn't let me protect her from John B and the rest of those fucking Pogues but I can still save Wheezie and keep her innocent to everything that has happened. I can save her the way I saved Alana. Taking her out of that situation.

I tuck the phone away in my pocket and Wheezie comes outside.

"You seen my phone?"

"No. I haven't seen your stupid phone. Keep better watch of your shit." I tell her and she rolls her eyes at me.

Wheezie flips me off. "I thought you'd be in a better mood."

"Why's that?" I cross my arms.

"I heard you tell Dad that you're married now. Rose made me go upstairs after that bit. Which made sense cause the sounds coming out of your room earlier," She makes a gagging sound and pretends to stick her finger down her throat. "Disgusting. Can you learn to keep it down? My health teacher said the more sounds people make doing... That... Means they'll have a baby that never shuts up."

"No one's having fucking kids, Wheezie."

"But you're married now."

I grunt loudly. "Yes, I'm married now but I don't want kids because they're annoying as fuck." I motion my hands toward her. "Exhibit A."

"Well I'm not babysitting." Wheezie says. "Unless you pay me a lot. Then I might consider it. But do me a favor and maybe try to sound proof your room? Or don't fuck during the daytime."

"Wheezie, I'm not having this conversation with you. Just... Fuck off." I tell her as I point to the door. A phone dinging and I hope to fuck it's my phone. I reach into the pocket where mine is and I get an alert that says Alana is at her old address in the cut.

What kind of errands is she running?...

I decide to pull myself together for a minute. Take a selfie of me on the balcony and force a smile. Sending it to her and saying Wish my wife was here to enjoy this beautiful day with me. She opens the text and takes a few minutes to reply.

A picture of her in just a bikini top in her old bedroom comes through. Had some more shit to clean up.. Wish my husband would be patient with me. She adds a tongue out emoji to that text.

But I can see in her mirror in the background of that picture and Sarah is right there.