WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Forty-Six (Rafe)

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Rafe

The morning air is crisp and the smell of autumn makes me want to just hang on the couch with a cup of coffee and forget the real world for a little while. Instead, I'm leading an excavation for some golden cross for a lady that struck fear into the bones of my wife to the point I had to just send her upstairs last night and not let her be involved in any of this.

The excavator makes a loud crunching sound and I toss my head back as Carla shouts for us boys to get in there and do it by hand. I'm not grabbing a fucking shovel. I'm exhausted and running off no sleep and my last high is officially gone.

It was gone hours ago and if I'm being honest it never fully set it because of that argument.. Sort of argument I got into with Alana.

"I thought the cross would be bigger." Carla says in a hopeful voice. "It almost looks-"

"That's a coffin." I grunt.

"He put it in the coffin..." Carla grins. "What a smart man he was, that Denmark Tanny. Brilliant, really. No one would ever think of digging up a coffin."

I roll my eyes. "You just did."

Somehow now I'm stuck pulling this thing out of the ground. I swear if I end up haunted or possessed or something I'm going to spend eternity haunting Carla Limbrey. This is fucked up. So fucked up.

"There's a smell coming out of this thing." I tell her. "I don't think it's the smell of gold."

"It's been in the ground for years, of course it's going to smell. Rafe, don't-"

I drop it down with a thud and she winces. "I better at least still get my cut. I gotta get my wife a ring for all its worth."

"You can get her a thousand rings, Rafe. Just... I need you to open that up so I can get the shroud from the cross." Carla's so fucking annoying about this shroud that's supposedly inside a cross.

I don't think she realizes that if fabric isn't properly stored it'll be eaten away by moths and other insects. I saw that in a documentary once.

Sarah always picks on me for not watching real television but shit, my knowledge from what I do watch has came in handy. Even though Alana and I fight when she's watching Grey's Anatomy because she thinks those scenarios are lifelike but I watch so many real hospital and surgical documentaries that I know it's not.

Renfield and I pop the lid off and the dust and stink goes right up my nose, I cough and turn my head away as the lid hits the ground. Carla screams for us not to touch anything because she doesn't want us ruining this moment for her.

When I look back down it's just a decayed corpse.

"Of course. Of course, yeah... Just a decayed corpse. Jesus! Now I'm going to end up haunted, thanks a lot Carla." I scoff. "Just how I wanted to start my fucking day. Catching a ghost!"

"We just got the location wrong. We need to go back to the island room and figure it out. We need to regroup and then we can... We can find it again." Carla says. "Back to the island room, boys!" She shouts to everyone working on the project.

"Woah-" I hold my hands up to pause her right there. "No, not happening. My little sister is home and obviously awake now. My wife? I'm not putting her through this again. You took pictures of the walls. Use those to figure it out. I'm not disrupting my family anymore than they have been. Sarah is probably home now too and I can't have you messing this shit up."