WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Sixty-Eight (Alana)

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

Alana

The next day

Sarah needed me last night badly after my appointment. I stayed with her and by the time I got home it was dark and there were people all over Tannyhill fucking partying. Rafe was on the porch drunk as fuck with Barry and people were just everywhere.

"Oh fuck no-" I shut the music down. Started kicking people out of my house. Out of my bed that had been calling my name for hours.

By the time the party started clearing out I grabbed Rafe by the collar of his shirt and grit my teeth when I spoke at him. "Seriously? I leave you for not even a full day and there's people all over my fucking house, drinking and smoking and doing drugs-"

"I only drank. Scout's honor, Bonnie." He slurs. "I didn't- I don't coke. Not anymore. No more coke. No... Only drunk."

"You look green." I drag him to bed and lay him down. He passes out instantly and I go through the whole house. Clearing it out and trying my best to not completely and utterly lose my fucking mind.

When I woke up in the morning I was up with the sun. Cleaning up the house and holding back vomit as I clean someone's vomit out of my kitchen sink. And the potted plants. And off the front porch steps. How many fucking piles of vomit are around this fucking house right now?!

Rafe comes down the stairs holding the side of his head and groaning.

"Oh, good morning Sleeping Beauty." I say with the vacuum in my hand. "Someone broke that lamp I liked. And my favorite mug."

"Sorry." He sits down at the kitchen island and points to the coffee pot. "Please?"

I shake my head. "No."

"Why not?"

"I told you I was going to be home late because Sarah needed me. You threw a party and got shit faced instead of keeping the house clean. Someone ate the cake I picked up from the bakery. There's like half a piece left."

"You got cake?"

"A gender reveal cake." I sigh. "Close your stupid eyes, I guess."

I go into the fridge and there's nothing of it left. "Never mind.. It's all gone."

"So what color was it?" Rafe asks with a groan as he gets up and goes into the drawer looking for aspirin for his headache. He looks at the coffee pot again. "You really going to force me to make my own?"

"I just cleaned up multiple puddles of other people's barf and you're upset that I won't make you a pot of coffee? Really, Clyde?"

He gives me a pouty lip. "Please, Bon? I need coffee to make it through today. I got... I got shit to handle."

"Shouldn't have thrown a rave and blew a shit ton of money. I saw the bottles that were left on the counter. A ten-thousand-dollar whiskey? Are you out of your fucking mind? That could be the baby's tuition for college right there. Her first car, her first apartment-"

"Her?"

Fuck. I swallow and nod. "Yeah. Her. We're having a daughter, Rafe, which means me coming home to your friends fucking girls on my sofa? Naked girls walking around by the pool and sitting on my bed? Needs to fucking stop. Would you want me to have come home with your daughter in my arms and have her see that shit? No. Grow the fuck up, Rafe Cameron. This is the last banger you will ever throw."