fearless

twenty; this is your best life

Sheriff Peterkin lays coughing on the ground, and Lettie stands, not breaking eye contact with Rafe. He stares at her, not breaking her gaze as he holds the gun out in front of him. John B slowly steps forward, leaning down to attend to Peterkin. As he lowers himself, Sarah grabs a hold of Lettie's hand, trying to reassure the brunette despite the tears starting to roll down her own cheeks.

Lettie glares at Rafe as the gun follows John B, "Princess, would you give it a fucking rest, please?" Lettie spits, letting go of Sarah's hand and approaching the fallen officer as well. She sees Rafe's arm shaking as he grows angrier, but Lettie doesn't focus on him, if she did she would panic.

"Call," Peterkin gasps, and Lettie pulls the woman's head into her lap, trying to provide some kind of comfort, "Call for help," John B listens, grabbing the radio on the sheriff's uniform.

As John B raises the piece to his mouth, Rafe shouts, "Hey!"

"No!" Ward immediately calls, "Rafe, no!"

Lettie glares at the blue eyed boy as he approaches them, his eyes on the radio John B is clutching, "Don't try it, asshole." Her voice is more confident than she feels. Lettie's hands shake as the gun gets closer.

"Rafe," Ward warns, stepping forward, "John B, give me the radio."

"No," John B responds, at the same time that Lettie scoffs.

Ward lowers himself down beside the brunette boy, and Lettie looks down at Peterkin to see she's still struggling to breathe, a panicked glare focused on Ward, "Come on," The man pleads, "Give me the radio," Since John B is holding his bandana to Peterkin's gunshot wound with one hand, it isn't hard for Ward to pry the radio from his grip. Lettie sees Rafe starting to pace like a wild animal in a zoo, and luckily Ward notices too. The man stands up, holding the radio for his son to see "Rafe, I've got it, calm down."

Then, Peterkin wheezes, "Run," And Lettie looks down at her, seeing the woman's eyes flicking between herself and John B.

"I'm not leaving you," John B states.

Lettie grabs his shoulder, a frown etched onto her face, "JB. She's right," Lettie quietly states, ignoring Ward and Rafe's background noise.

Peterkin gasps again, "Run," She repeats, and Lettie's heart breaks.

"John B," Lettie firmly says, earning a scared look from her friend, "Go."

Gulping, John B looks down at Peterkin one more time, "I'm sorry," He whispers, before standing to his feet. As soon as his hand is off of the gunshot wound, Lettie's replaces it with hers, applying as much pressure as she can.

"Where you goin'? Huh?" Rafe yells, seeing the movement. Then, John B makes a run for it, leaving the Cameron's to hold back Rafe.

Lettie winces, looking down at the Sheriff, "I've got you, alright? It'll be okay."

Peterkin's brown eyes find Lettie's blue ones, "You too," She wheezes, "Run."

Lettie can't respond, because there are gunshots firing. Then, Peterkin reaches up, her hand finding Lettie's free one. With a gasp, Lettie focuses on the woman in front of her, tears welling up in her eyes after each loud 'Pop!' Her father. Hawaii. Bleeding out on the kitchen floor.

"I'm not going anywhere," Lettie says through gritted teeth, speaking to herself and Peterkin as she squeezes the sheriff's hand tightly, refusing to cry.

Then, Sarah stumbles over, placing her hands over the wound where Lettie has one of hers, "I'm sorry," The blonde gasps, sobs shaking her small body.