I'll Do Anything • Rafe Cameron

Chapter 2

End of last chapter : "You hear that?" Rafe said squatting next to JJ and grabbing his face. "I'm about to make your bitch my slut." He laughed.

My heart dropped into my stomach at his words. What did I just do?

JJ, still laying in the floor, used his last bit of strength to push himself off of the ground and tried to attack Rafe.

"How dare you, fucking dick, I'll beat you ass" JJ yelled approaching Rafe again. JJ was too weak and his punch was easily missed, Rafe simply side stepped and knocked JJ out cold with one blow. I watched as blood seeped from his mouth as he lay unconscious on the floor.

"Oh my God JJ" I screamed as I rushed over to him. Before I could reach him to make sure he was okay Rafe had picked me up off the floor and slung me over his shoulder like I was some doll.

"We're leaving now" he said as he roughly threw me down and shoved me toward his motor bike.

I turned back around toward JJ.
"Not until I know JJ and Pope are okay" I said defiantly as I started walking away. I heard his gun click while my back was to him and immediately froze.

"That wasn't a part of the deal, now was it?" he asked menacingly. "Come over here. Now." He ordered.

Pope had crawled over to check on JJ. He gave me a nod and I nodded back. Then, without looking at him, I turned back to Rafe and started walking toward his bike. He gripped the back of my shirt and I could feel the cold gun pressing into the back of my head. Tears threatened to spill out but I was determined not to give the Kooks that satisfaction anymore.

Rafe mounted his bike and I got on back. I looked back at JJ and Pope just in time to see JJ stir awake. Thank God I at least knew he was okay.

"You're going to want to hold on" Rafe said as his bike engine revved. The fact that I had to go somewhere with this asshole was making me feel sick and I wanted as much distance from him as possible.

"I'll be fine" I said coldly, still refusing to look at him.

"Have it your way" he laughed before stepping hard on the gas. We went so fast I almost fell off and instinctively wrapped my arms around his torso. I could feel his body moving up and down with laughter at how pathetic I must look. I buried my head in his back as the wind stung my eyes.

I could feel through his shirt that he was ripped. No wonder JJ was in so much pain. This guy had some muscle. Usually that would make a guy more attractive, but it just made Rafe even scarier.

My mind ran loose with all of the possibilities of what he could be planning. I was in serious danger. Rafe was bigger, stronger, scarier, and a lot more twisted then I was. He could do whatever he wanted to me and I wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight.

The only way I could possibly make it out was the gun. I needed his gun to win the upper hand and have some kind of leverage. How would I get it? No clue. But, having a plan is at least a start.

Soon we were at his giant house and he was turning off his bike. I slid of the bike and tried to regain some composer. I lived in figure eight but my house was nothing like Tanneyhill. Tanneyhill was huge.

"Come on" said Rafe, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Just follow my lead and do exactly as I say unless you want to see what it looks like when Dad gets mad" he ordered. I nodded my head and followed him inside.

I couldn't help but admire Tanneyhill as we entered. It was beautiful. We made it up the stairs to his room without seeing anyone or getting caught.

He shut the door behind us after pushing me inside. Rafe's room was cleaner then I thought it would be, especially for a teenage boy. They probably have a maid or some shit like that to keep things clean.

"I'm getting in the shower" he said as he started pulling clothes out of his drawer.
"Wanna join?" he smirked. I scrunched my face in disgust. The sooner whatever he had planned was over, the better.

"Fine, suit yourself" he said after my silence. Then he put his shirt and the gun on the top of his mirror and dresser. There was my chance to get out of this hell hole.

He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. The only problem is that Rafe is very tall and can reach the top of his freakishly large furniture easily. I, however, could not. It was impossible to reach without help.

I searched his room for something I could stand on to reach the gun. I went into his closet and grabbed as many blankets and pillows as I could find to make a makeshift stool. I piled them up and stood on my tip toes until I could finally reach the gun.

I pulled it down and placed it in between my shorts and my back. I quickly put back the pillows and blankets and tried to act casual as I heard the shower turn off.

If this didn't work out I didn't know what would happen. Rafe was a psychotic asshole who wouldn't be afraid to hurt me to get what he wanted. He was terrifying when he was mad.

He came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was even more chiseled then I thought. He was ripped. I gulped down my fear as he started to get dressed.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked. "You look like you're about to piss yourself." He looked at me weirdly before getting dressed again.

"Well I guess that's what happens when you're held somewhere against your will" I answered.

His head snapped to look at me.
"This is not against your will. This is a deal we made. I figured a goody goody Pogue like you would want to keep her word and finish it out. I could have killed your friends easily but, you would do 'anything' to keep them safe. Don't act like I'm in the wrong." He was starting to sound aggravated which got me worked up.

"You are in the wrong." I stated. "Almost killing Pope and JJ because of a stupid rivalry is wrong. Sure we've never liked each other but we've never tried to kill each other. It's ridiculous!" I said raising my voice.

He stayed silent as he look me up and down and then laughed wickedly.
"So, they didn't tell you did they?" He said stepping towards me.

"Tell me what?" I said stepping away from him. I could tell by his face that he was getting mad now.

"Well your little friends sunk Toppers 30k boat on purpose. You still think they're in the right?" He asked aggressively as he stood over me. I was now backed into the wall and not liking my position.

"What the hell are you talking about? They wouldn't do that." I said defending them. These are my best friends and yes, they are crazy, but they would never do that.

"We have footage Kenna" he said as he finally walked away. I took a deep breath before pulling the gun out of my pants.

"I know that's not true" I said. He hadn't turned around and couldn't see me holding the gun. I made my way closer to his door.

"I'm leaving okay and you can't stop me." His head whipped around and his eyes got wide when he saw me. He looked up at his dresser and saw the gun gone.

"Dammit" he muttered.

"I get that Kooks and Pogues have bad blood but you took it too far and I'm going to make sure my friends are okay. If you try and follow I'll shoot" I said shakily. I totally wasn't convincing.

Still Rafe held his hands up as if he believed I was dangerous.

"Look Kenna, don't do anything crazy okay? We had a deal." he said slowly inching toward me and the door. "I only did what I had to do tonight. They had to know what they did to the boat was wrong and see that they have to stop messing with us."

"No, you just want drama and power" I replied. "They wouldn't do what you said. I have to go see them." I started reaching for the handle as he kept his hands up.

"Okay, that's fine, just don't shoot" He said. I was surprised at how sane he was being about it. I figured he'd put up more of a fight. I was almost out and home free. I just needed to make it downstairs without his family catching me.

Before I knew what was happening he was lunging at me. He twisted me around and pinned my body against the wall with his own pressing up against me. He twisted my arm with the gun behind my back and grabbed the gun. Shit. I had failed and Rafe had all the power.