𝐌𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃, 𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣.

𝟎𝟎𝟐, 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑.

MOCKINGBIRD.
002 | hit back, harder

Rafe had taken Raelyn to the park, she had been begging all day so Rafe finally gave in. Deciding that on the way back he needed to speak to Barry.

Raelyn was waiting for a go on the swing when a little boy no older than six barged into her, moving her out of the way of the swing. Raelyn being Rafe's kid, pushed him back harder. She was raised by Rafe, so obviously, she resorted to violence in any situation. It was like Daddy said.

"Always do what they did, ten times worse."

"Is that your kid? The one in the dress?" a blonde man asks, with a snarky tone. "Yeah, why?" Rafe says bluntly. He didn't like people talking about his daughter— especially in that voice.

"Well tell her to apologise." The man says back, his voice raising as he walks over chest first to Rafe. The Cameron boy couldn't help but laugh, letting out a scoff. "Look, man. That's not how we're doing this. My kid ain't saying sorry for shit."

Rafe was now standing, towering over the boy's father. "She pushed my son." The man argued, pointing a finger at Raelyn. "And your kid pushed her first." Rafe retorted, his voice now filled with venom.

"Great parenting, bro." the man huffed, backing down. Rafe sat back on the bench, replying to his dad's texts about Tanny Hill being graffitied, again.

Raelyn was happily playing alone now, sliding down the big red slide with a grin. One that was wiped off her face the second she reached the bottom, a big angry man stood waiting— the crying boy she pushed hiding behind him.

"Did you hurt my son?" the man said angrily, in a way no one had ever really spoken to her in. She didn't know how to react, just shaking her head from side to side. "I watched you, don't lie. You're probably a pathetic pogue, get back to your side of the island." the man spat out making tears well in her eyes as she tried to fight them back.

Raelyn was rarely ever even told off, especially by a stranger. As he stormed back to near Rafe she felt herself start to sob, was pushing the kid that bad? Did she hurt him? She didn't mean to, she was just doing what Daddy had said.

She was full-on wailing, the noise struck Rafe's ears. His head immediately snapped up as he heard her— assuming she had accidentally fallen over or something along them lines. He approached her, trying to stay calm as he bent down in front of the weeping child.

"Hey, baby. Whats up?" he asked softly, a serious look still on his face. "Th—that man shouted at me." she answers shakily, her bottom lip trembling. Rafe doesn't say anything back. His face going cold as he feels the urge to kill someone, him.

No one makes his little girl cry and gets away with it.

"Baby, stay here." he said sternly to Rae, pulling himself up off the floor and marching back over to where he was sitting, watching the man pack away his sons toys. They were leaving.

The father and son duo walked out the gate towards a nice blue sports car, Rafe glanced at his daughter making sure she was okay before he quietly followed them out the gate. Rafe waited for him to buckle his child in, just as the man went to get in the drivers seat— Rafe grabbed him.

He pulled him into the alley that was conveniently next to the car, Rafe pulled the silver gun from his waistband pointing it at the man. "Did you make my little girl cry?" he growled, moving the weapon even closer to the guy's head. "Please, don't do this." the man said starting to cry himself, the same way he'd made Raelyn.

"You wanna fucking say sorry, huh?" Rafe snarled, that crazy look in his eye. "Im sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't do this." the man pleaded, begging for mercy. "Why shouldn't I?" Rafe roared.

"I have a son, I have a family, please." he continued, fear on his face as the barrel of the gun was pointed directly at him. Rafe didn't listen. Punching the man right in the jaw, then sending a left hook to his gut.

The Cameron boy beat the man black and blue, leaving him on the ground. He wasn't going to actually shoot him, he didn't need another dead body in his hands. But, oh. How he loved to make him cry. 

And with that, Rafe took Raelyn's hand, leading her out of the park leaving the man bleeding and bruised.

"Did you actually push him?" Rafe asked as they walked away, his voice soft. "Yeah." The young girl hummed, she wasn't going to deny it. Rafe wouldn't tell her off for something like that, he encouraged it. "Good girl," Rafe said proudly, squeezing the tiny hand tighter.

"Where are we going?" Said the small voice, looking up at Rafe with the big blue eyes she got from her mother. "Were—uh. Going to daddy's friend Barry's house." Rafe replied, he felt bad bringing his sweet girl to such places but he had to talk to Barry and Raelyn was going to have to tag along.

After twenty minutes straight of convincing Barry to help Rafe, they were now in the middle of town. Rafe was bent down next to a drain, deciding how he was going to get out what he needed then yet again his train of thought was cut off by Raelyn. "Daddy, whats them voices from?" she asked. Pointing out the voices shouting from inside the drain.

Rafe opened his mouth to shut her down, then he heard it too. He knew them voices anywhere, they belonged to the pogues. He let out a huff before turning to Barry "Flush em' out." Rafe said bluntly, like it was the most obvious thing to do.

"Do you not realise what you are doing, bruh?" the dark-haired man scoffed, he knew what Rafe had done to Peterkin. Barry knew it all. Raelyn was confused, what did Daddy mean by 'flush them out? Did he mean the people in the drain? Either way she didn't want him to do what he was planning on— she didn't trust any decision Rafe made after he killed the sherrif. Though she loved him, she was scared of what he was capable of.

"Get the hell out the way." Rafe said to his friend simply, feeling a small body cling to him. His eyes shooting down to see his daughter wrapped around his leg so he would stay in place. "Get off, Rae."

"No daddy, we go home." she said sternly, looking up at him with a pout. Rafe rolled his eyes, he wasn't going to let a kid boss him around. He plied her off as Barry left. "Daddy no!" she protested, watching with a glare as rafe made his way towards the wheel that controlled the sewers. Every twist he made had a gush of water flow through the drains.

It wasn't like she knew exactly what he was doing was wrong, but she knew if a grown-up like Barry wasn't even going to do it then it couldn't be good. Rafe ignored his daughters voice. Continuing to let the drains fill.

Rafe was only thinking, no. Hoping. That his ex girlfriend, Raelyn's mom was in there too. Maybe get her off his case. It had been only recently she decided to try to fight even harder for her daughter back, she'd heard what had happened from her friends. Even Rafe's own sister was telling her he was a murderer. She couldn't leave her kid with him any longer.

AUTHORS NOTE.

Hey guys, hope you like this chapter. Thank you for all the positive feedback so far, I'm so glad you all like it!

Byee xx