WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Forty-Nine (Alana)

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Alana

The Next Day

As soon as I got onto the ship I went right to me and Rafe's cabin. Laying down on the bed and putting a cold and damp rag over my eyes. I can hear Rafe pacing in the room and I take in a deep breath.

"Stop. Moving." I tell him while holding my breath. Refusing to exhale too fast so I don't blow everywhere.

Rafe scoffs. "You're really never been on a ship before?"

"No." I reply holding back vomit. "Saw Titanic. All set."

"Titanic isn't real." Rafe sits on the bed and the movement makes me sit straight up. Immediately he hands me the trash can on the side of the bed and I throw up immediately. But Rafe keeps talking without even looking at me. "I mean yeah, it's real but like half that movie was make believe. You really think some girl was getting it on with a dude she just met and then he sacrificed himself in cold water for her? Pussy couldn't have been that good back then."

I pull the trash can away and reach for the bottle of water by the bedside and take a slow sip. But every movement of the ship is heightened by a thousand. The sound of the waves worsens to me with every passing moment.

"There's something I gotta tell you." Rafe says. "I know you're seasick and you probably just want to take some medicine and sleep it off until we get to Guadalupe but I promise you're going to want to hear this."

I look at him and just blink, my entire body shaking but sweating. "Go on."

"I think the Pogues snuck on the ship. Pope tried to jump me when I was dumping Renfield. I wouldn't put it past those assholes." He then looks at me. "You knew about the cross.. You didn't tell them what we were doing and where we're going right?"

"No." I drink another sip of water and lean back in the bed. "Why would I do that?"

Rafe scoffs. "Because you seem to always go running back to them Alana, how am I supposed to trust you? You- you go and you run information back to John B because he's your brother and JJ is just fucking obsessed with you. You say you're on my side but when shit like this happens I always find you with them? Maybe I'm paranoid but if the roles were reversed-"

"I'm not in the mood to be interrogated Rafe. I-" I grab the trash can again and vomit more.

"Take some fucking Dramamine, drink some ginger ale. Then family meeting in the main cabin." Rafe gets up. "I'm going to go talk to the captain now. I'm having this ship searched top to bottom."

"Rafe," I tried to call out to him but he left and slammed the door on his way out.

A few minutes later Rose comes in with a can of ginger ale and some Dramamine tablets for me to take. I look at them and realize I have to actually ingest them for them to work. My fear is I swallow them and they instantly come back up.

Rose sits on the bed and runs a hand through my hair while I force myself to swallow the pills. Holding the trash can between my legs and hoping and praying I don't see those pills again. I sip slowly on the ginger ale and feel it actually doing a little something.

"They're non-drowsy but if you want to sleep I've got some different stuff for that too. I've also got some sea bands if you need them. Sarah is using one of the patches right now and she said it's helped her a lot."

"Sarah gets seasick too?" I've been on boats plenty of times with her and never seen her get sick on the boats before.

Then again I've never been sick on regular boats before either.