𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 ✰ 𝐫. 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'
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After Rafe dropped me off at home last night, I had missed a whole lot of pogue drama it turned out.

My brother kissed Kie and she pushed him away, apparently. Why do I always miss out on the drama?

Then we drove to the graveyard to find out the Redfield wasn't a person, it was a place. Which is where I squeezed through the hole in the wall, after JJ started barking at a snake.

I nearly had a stroke when I found a package that said 'FOR BIRD + BABY BIRD', yes my dad used to call me baby bird, which is weird because I'm only 52 seconds younger than John B. But oh well.

My dad was obsessed with the Royal Merchant ship wreck and inside the envelope was a map with coordinates of where he thought the wreckage was.

My heart dropped to my stomach when John B pressed play on the tape recorder, and I heard my father's voice.

All I could feel was JJ's arms wrap around me from behind as a tear rolled down my cheek, I reached out and grabbed my brother's hand as he broke down.

Our dad was telling us to go for the gold, which is exactly what we're going to do.

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

"Morning Kie," I mumbled as I walked into the living room to find her and JJ both lying on the couch.

"Morning, Cherry." She budged up on the sofa to make room for me.

"So what exactly happened last night? With Rafe?" She asked and I groaned.

"He saved my ass. Fuck knows why. This drunk creep was following me and grabbing me, then Rafe comes out of nowhere and threatens to kill the guy." I explained and she furrowed her brows.

"Since when does Rafe Cameron do anything nice for a pogue?" She scoffed.

"Since fucking never, we didn't even talk about it. He just drove me home," I shrugged my shoulders and I heard JJ begin to stir.

"Can you guys take this mother's meeting elsewhere? Some of us need sleep to live." He mumbled and shoved his head into the cushions.

That was my cue to go and wake John B up.

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"You boys get these groceries over to Figure Eight." Heyward told JJ and Pope as he passed over bags of food to our boat.

"What about me Mr Heyward? I can be useful," I said to him and he laughed.