'she's kook fuckin' royalty, man.'
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a lot of things go unnoticed in the outer banks. things like missing millions in gold, underage drinking, and the bruises that litter the skin of the kook princess.
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( caught in the act )
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SARAH WAS GRIPPING THE STEERING WHEEL HARD ENOUGH TO TURN HER KNUCKLES WHITE. Lucy had a sneaking suspicion that if she was in control of the vehicle, she wouldn't look any different.
The ringing in her ears from the party had barely faded. In front of her eyes, a vision of Rafe swam, glassy and far-away. His pupils dark and wide, skin flushed red. Even at the image of him, the mere thought, something in Lucy twanged sharp with fear, her pulse jumping. The feeling of the floor, cold as she fell, the still-sore skin on her hip, stained with small red half-moons, as if he'd seen fit to leave some mark of ownership against the smooth white of her body.
It wasn't as if he really needed to. Everyone in the Outer Banks knew who Lucy belonged to — Lucy especially.
Sarah, though. Sarah knew what her brother was like, had seen his temper before, but Lucy didn't know if she'd ever seen him like that. She doubted it.
If the way Sarah had grabbed her wrist this morning and practically dragged her out of the small room on the Druthers that they had been sharing was anything to go by, her friend was operating on a strict policy of denial. It was admirable, really. Sarah had always been a determined person, and her determination to avoid speaking about the events of the previous night was respectable. However, the way she was holding onto the steering wheel as if it was some sort of lifeline suggested that her outer façade of calm was just that. A façade.
Sarah had stubbornly refused to tell Lucy where they were going, but as the houses they passed turned from Figure Eight chic to the easily recognisable dilapidation of the Cut, Lucy had an idea. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sarah must have remembered the route to John B's house. They'd been here once or twice, at the start of the year they'd been friends with Kiara. It was an odd trip down memory lane, Lucy had to admit, and one that she hadn't been expecting to take that day.
Maybe something about the confrontation between her father and brother had made Sarah decide to set the record straight with John B. Maybe it had been the night before, when she had seen Rafe at his very worst, and had held Lucy as she'd cried herself to sleep. Lucy had learned a long time ago not to question her best friend's reasoning behind certain decisions, she was steadfastly sticking to that policy right now.
They had been silent for most of the drive, leaving Lucy alone with her thoughts.
The music of the radio continued softly in the background, the kind of summery, beachy music that was completely inappropriate for their current situation. Lucy spared a glance at Sarah, her brow creased with concern.
"Sar, are you okay?" Lucy broke the silence, still watching Sarah.
"Are you?" Her best friend bit back, her tone sharp and angry. Lucy's eyes widened momentarily, surprised at Sarah's outburst. "Sorry. Shit, sorry, Luce, oh my God." Lucy smiled softly.
