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MY BOY ONLY BREAKS

HIS FAVORITE TOYS — R. CAMERON

synopsis — in which rafe cameron and his girlfriend led a fairytale relationship, until he got bored.

❝HE SAW FOREVER SO HE SMASHED IT UP.❞

It started off with infatuation.

Even though you’ve known Rafe since birth, he’s never acknowledged your existence. Not until your senior year.

Suddenly, he bothered to bat his eyes in your direction. He would glare when you laughed with a boy at the country club, for whatever reason you couldn’t seem to understand.

You had no idea why he suddenly became interested in you, why he would suddenly turn up at the most random places you were at.

At the grocery store, he would appear in random aisles, giving you a quick wave that he would’ve never done a few years prior. You reciprocated, not thinking about it a second later.

Rafe would think about that wave as he fell asleep that same night.

The idea of you clouded his mind most the time, his thoughts wandering as he pondered what having you would feel like.

His friends would call it an obsession, the way his eyes followed you and your sundress as you walked across the deck of the country club to your parents.

“She’s gotta watch out, Rafe’s gonna pounce on her any second.” His friends would laugh, forgetting about you two a second later.

He watched you at parties, the way you declined every drink and had fun, sober. It was like a foreign thought for Rafe.

So, he crept closer. He started to inhale you, like a drug better than the cocaine he’d sniff daily. When he’d talk to you, it was like being lifted off the ground and twirled around so much that you’d fall out of dizziness into his arms.

He’d hold you, of course. Get a good whiff of your shampoo, smell your perfume that lingered onto your sweaty body, and caress your leg as you would sit on his lap at parties.

Rafe was high on love. So much so that he didn’t do cocaine for a full week, but in return wanted you by his side for almost that whole duration. He would be a gentlemen to you, opening doors, paying for everything, and taking you wherever you wanted.

“You’re so beautiful.” He would say at a bonfire, away from everyone so they couldn’t see the make out session that was about to occur, but close enough to still hear the muffled music and sounds of people talking.

“You’re so whipped.” You would reply, a sly smile on your face as you leaned in to give him that messy top lip kiss he loves, which would make him lust for you and your touch even more.

The peak of your relationship was the summertime, as Rafe could have you all to himself. Without the distractions of your guy friends as school, you were almost always either at his house or on his boat while he was fishing. Either way, he loved seeing you in a skimpy bikini. But only for him.

You stood between his legs as he sat on the anchored ledge of the Druthers, planting kisses on his neck and he rubbed his hands up and down your body.

A frown landed on your face as you pulled away from him, “Rafe, why are we always on the Druthers?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, looking up at you with a concerned face.

You pouted, crossing your arms and taking a seat on his lap. “It just feels like you’re stealing me away from everyone. Not stealing—I just mean that we’re always… Isolated.”

He sighed, tightening his grip around your waist. “I know princess, but how would we enjoy the sunset every night if we have drunk teenagers in our ears? Besides, does anyone else need to know the things we do? We can do whatever we want on here,” he smirked, his finger running up your bikini strap, “it’s all up to you.”

With that same seductive smile, you were convinced that he was a romantic for whisking you away from your friends each night, but it turned out just be a way to get you all to himself.

You saw a future—a life with him. You two had been dating for almost a year, and there was no way he didn’t think so either. It might’ve been a bit too early, but at some point he saw forever.

It was fine until July Ninth.

You had begged to stay on the island for one night to go to a party with Rafe, and he was still not on board even entering the house. He made you promise to stay by him the whole night, to which you did.

His eyes floated around the whole night, his death grip on your hand getting looser and looser and the night continued. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, yeah? Go talk to your friends.” He said, dropping your hand and disappearing into the crowd before you could even get a word in.

You had no choice but to mingle around with people you hadn’t talked to in months, the awkwardness steaming though each conversation.

After thirty minutes with no signs of Rafe, you decided to go looking for him around the alcohol and weed smelling house.

To your surprise, Rafe was snorting a line of cocaine. As he looked up, you realized that another girl dared him to do it. Her giggle as he did so was contagious, wrapping her hands around his neck and embracing him as he finished. He mumbled something in her ear, but you couldn’t quite read his lips. As she turned around, a smirk was wide on her face and her cheeks were flaming red.

It was too late when Rafe spotted you staring directly as him, your plastic cup filled with Sprite dented from the tight grip you held on it watching their interaction.

You ran through the crowd as fast as you could, pushing and shoving your way through the sweaty and drunk people as Rafe was close behind you. Or so you thought.

By the time you were hyperventilating outside, Rafe gave up on you halfway through the house and went back to his original place with the other girl.

You felt sick to your stomach. The way Rafe had told you he saw a future with you a week prior to today and decided to throw it all away the second he was going to commit was a classic Rafe move.

“I should’ve fucking known it was a matter of time.” You whispered, collapsing on the grass as you threw your now empty cup onto the porch behind you.

A figure popped out behind you, catching the cup you threw. “Woah. You okay?” Topper Thornton asked, a smile plastered on his face.

“Do I look okay?” You replied, ripping out some grass from the perfectly cut lawn.

“You look… Nevermind. I saw Rafe in there with some girl. Did you guys break up?”

“No. No, Topper! Isn’t that the fucking funny part? We didn’t fucking break up! Last week he was like, all over me. I was all over him. He said that he saw forever with me. Now he wants to smash it all up?” You almost screamed, over exaggerating your hand motions.

“He’s known for this. It’s not your fault, really.” Topper replied in a much calmer voice, most likely in an attempt to calm you down too from causing a scene.

A loud scoff erupted from your angry voice, “You should’ve seen him when he first saw me, like really saw me. It was like he was obsessed with me. I liked it too, is that so bad?”

“No, no. Actually, I don’t fuckin’ know. This is all crazy. I’m gonna go get Rafe, and I’ll tell you if he’s doing anything else insane. ‘kay? Stay here, and don’t do anything stupid.” Topper said frantically, then running back into the house in an effort to search for Rafe.

You plopped back onto the grass, tears swelling at your waterline as you looked at the freshly cut grass. You wanted to rip out more, but you might as well wait to pull out Rafe’s hair.

A few minutes later came a disheveled Rafe and a worried Topper, “He’s here.” Topper sighed behind you.

“Bring him here. I don’t want to turn around.” You said, refusing to look behind yourself.

Topper rolled his eyes and pushed Rafe in front of you. His hair was messy, his cheeks were red, and his nose hairs were layered with a white powder.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said before sitting down beside you. As he sat, you stood up.

“I can’t even fucking look at you. You destroyed me, Rafe. Everything I have is gone because of you. I don’t wanna know what happened with you and that girl or what you whispered in her ear to make her blush like that, but I can’t be the person you just throw away once you get sick of them. I’m not a toy, Rafe. But clearly I was your favorite one.”

He was silent after that. He couldn’t even look at you.

“Once I fix me and everything you destroyed, you’re gonna miss me.” Was your final words before walking away from him.

After you left, he went back inside.

❝THERE WAS DANGER

IN THE HEAT OF MY TOUCH.❞

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❝I’M NOT YOUR PROBLEM ANYMORE, SO WHO AM I DEFENDING NOW?❞

exile — taylor swift (featuring bon iver)

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❝TIME WON’T FLY, IT’S LIKE I’M PARALYZED BY IT.❞

All Too Well — Taylor Swift

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❝WHO KNOWS IF SHE NEVER SHOWED UP WHAT COULD’VE BEEN?❞

— the last great american dynasty by taylor swift

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❝I knew you’d miss me once the moment died❞

— Taylor Swifts original lyrics for “cardigan”

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LUCY GRAY’S GREATEST REVENGE — Katniss Everdeen

— my tears ricochet : Taylor Swift

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RACHEL ZEGLER AS LUCY GRAY BAIRD

GETAWAY CAR — TAYLOR SWIFT

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— TOM BLYTH AS CORIOLANUS SNOW

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

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the original lyrics to cardigan fit the ballad of songbirds and snakes SO BAD

“I knew to love WOULD BE TO LOOSE MY MIND” HELLO?????

this movie altered my life

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physically could not get up from my seat when the credits starting rolling after the ballad of songbirds and snakes ended

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happy birthday to state of grace you changed my life

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HAUNTED — J. FISHER

synopsis — in which Jeremiah Fisher’s ex girlfriend is haunted by the memories.

❝I JUST KNOW, YOU’RE NOT GONE, YOU CAN’T BE GONE, NO.❞

[main characters name is rory emmons because I hate using the term y/n]

The whole summer had been a fever dream.

Salty kisses and ocean splashes had been a highlight of Rory Emmon’s summer with her boyfriend, Jeremiah Fisher.

“Hey!” Rory squealed as the two of them raced into the ocean, Jeremiah beating out the teenaged girl.

“C’mon, slow poke!” Jeremiah laughed back, a wide smile apparent on his face as his eyes lingered on her body.

She laughed as she ran into Jeremiah’s arms, the waves splashing before her. He picked her up, throwing both of them into the cold water.

As they broke the surface, their lips found each other as Rory tugged at Jeremiah’s wet hair, and Jeremiah gripped Rory’s hips.

And then it was over.

“I just don’t understand.” Rory squeaked, her voice a raspy mess from the muffled cries she endured in the powder room of Jeremiah’s house just minutes before, trying to keep herself together.

Jeremiah tried to keep his tears from falling, but one escaped as he saw how hurt Rory was. He quickly wiped the singular tear and looked away from her, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Rory scoffed loudly, putting her head in her hands. “This is coming out of nowhere. I thought I had you figured out, guess I was wrong.”

“Guess you were.”

Another tear rolled down Rory’s cheek, she tried to make eye contact with him but he refused, his eyes wandering around the room. His eyes went cold, something she was not familiar with. “That’s it? Are you fucking serious, Jeremiah?”

“I’m sorry, Rory. I just can’t do it anymore.” He glanced at her bloodshot eyes. She looked like death.

It was funny to her, because there was no warning. When he asked her to come over, she put on his favorite, cheeky swimsuit and some Jean shorts to put over it. As she stood against his wall in that same bikini and shorts, she felt naked. Her hair was messy from listening to love songs in the wind with the windows down in her car, but just an hour later would’ve been the downfall of her relationship.

“Why, Jeremiah? Can’t you just give me a reason?”

Jeremiah sighed, “I…”

Rory waiting for a response, her arms crossing as her posture relaxed on the wall.

He stood up from his bed, opening his door. “I’m not in a good place, Rory. I just can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

Her mouth stood agape, not believing what he was doing to her.

“Can I walk you to your car at least?” Jeremiah whispered, staring at her while holding the door open.

“Fine.” She mumbled back, walking out while Jeremiah followed close behind. He inhaled her scent as she walked in front of him for the last time, but he knew he couldn’t keep pretending for her anymore.

As they passed Susannah in the kitchen, Rory noticed that her dark circles deepened and her skin was paler. She was supporting herself as she stood next to the counter with her hand, trying to give Rory a weak smile and wave.

She knew.

Rory returned the wave, and the moment exchanged between the two spoke volumes. Rory had to understand that Jeremiah had to do it, or they’d both be miserable.

Jeremiah open the front door for her, and a mumbled “thanks” escaped her lips as she practically ran to her car. Rory climbed into the drivers seat and tried to shut the door, but Jeremiah forced it open.

“I didn’t want to do this, Rory.” He said, his bicep stretching out against the top of her car door.

To prevent any further crying, Rory simply nodded, wiping another tear that somehow escaped her eye. “Bye, Jere.”

“Bye, Rory.”

I

That next school year was a reconstruction period for Rory. Since the two went to school in separate sides of Boston, Rory took that opportunity to better herself.

Her hair got darker, her makeup skills got better, and her abs became more defined. If Jeremiah didn’t see her before, he would’ve definitely now.

Their paths only crossed one time during a party in December. It was hard to spot out Jeremiah from the crowd, but once she did, her eyes were on him the entire night. She had talked to many guys that night to keep herself busy from looking at Jeremiah again, but it couldn’t seem to ease the hole in her heart.

What she didn’t know however, was that Jeremiah stared at her the whole night. His jaw clenched as she giggled with random guys, biting the inside of his cheek until is almost bled.

It took everything in him to not go up to her, to tell her that leaving her was a mistake, but his pride got in the way.

The summer started the way it always did—new boxed wardrobes being loaded into Rory’s room, along with the box of keepsakes she’d move from house to house.

There was always a bonfire the first day of summer to kick it off, with this years making Rory feel extremely anxious.

So, she put on a pair of denim shorts, a tight t-shirt, and put her hair into a loose high ponytail as she trailed outside the door.

While driving on the dark road, she saw a figure with a pink dress on. Rory turned off the music and trailed closer to find out it was Isabel Conklin.

With a concerned expression, she rolled down the passenger window. “Belly?”

Belly turned startlingly to the girl, her expression softening when she saw that it was Rory. “Hi, Rory.”

“What the hell are you doing walking outside so late?”

“Um… The bonfire.” Belly murmured, clearly embarrassed.

Rory unlocked her car doors, “Didn’t know you went to the bonfire now. Get in.”

Belly thanked her and climbed into the car, a shiver going down her spine as the night chill overcame her.

After a few moments of silence, Rory decided to speak up. “Didn’t know you were like that, Belly. Besides, why didn’t the boys take you?”

“They don’t exactly know I’m going…”

“What?”

Belly huffed, “The boys think I’m immature and still a child. I’m almost sixteen! Besides, they don’t have a say in what I can’t and can do.”

“Did you sneak out?”

Silence.

Then, giggles.

“Same old Belly.” Rory laughed, pulling into the parking lot of the beach, “Just don’t do anything stupid, ‘kay?”

Belly nodded, a squeal escaping her lips as she opened her car door and started running towards the beach as Rory followed far behind.

When she finally arrived to the party, she noticed a lot of familiar faces. The first being Jeremiah Fisher.

They made immediate and direct eye contact. Rory wanted to run the other way as fast as she could into the safety of her car, but her eyes stayed glued to Jeremiah’s.

Within seconds, they were drawn to each other. As Jeremiah walked over to her, she didn’t step back. She was frozen.

Everything was quiet.

“Rory. Hi.” He said quietly, standing still in front of her.

The wind caught her ponytail, thrashing her baby hairs around the frame of her face as she stared blankly at him. He hadn’t changed a bit.

She looked out into the open ocean, eager to jump in and drown.

“Hi, Jeremiah.” Was all she could muster up in the brief moment they had with one another.

“Walk with me?” He asked her, gesturing her to follow him away from the bonfire and closer to the ocean.

Rory nodded, walking closely to Jeremiah as they walked in silence away from the bonfire. It hurt her to look at him, the way he made her feel was addicting.

As they got closer to the ocean, the salty air filled her lungs and made a shiver go down in her spine.

She looked at him, but he as already gazing her down at her. Haunted. She was haunted by him. Everything about him made her either want to run in the other direction, or run into his arms.

Rory just had to promise herself that whatever happened in that conversation, she couldn’t go back to him. No matter what charm he would reel her in with, she would always be haunted by the memories.

“Remember that time we wrestled each other in the ocean last summer?” He asked, giving Rory a faint smile.

That was the moment Rory Emmons knew she couldn’t go back.



CAN’T TURN BACK NOW,

I’M HAUNTED.

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BETTY : JJ MAYBANK

synopsis — in which jj maybank fell in love with his kook best friend, betty, but an end-of-summer argument sent them both into a downward spiral.

❝I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything, but I know I miss you.❞

For the last five months, JJ Maybank has had a smothering crush on his homeroom classmate and best friend, Betty.

And for every fifteen minutes of homeroom, they would be each others main source of serotonin. Betty tried to hold in her laugh every second JJ had made a joke in order to not disrupt the class, but always failed.

JJ knew Betty would laugh at every dad joke he had to offer, which made him giggle back at the blond sitting next to him.

Those first fifteen minutes of the day were the most special to JJ, as no one could ever replace the spark him and Betty shared

Later that day on the last day of school, JJ stands at Betty’s front door. Hearing the loud bass of the speaker in her living room, watching people playing beer pong in that same room.

“Damn, I never knew Betty was such a kook. No wonder she never let us over.” John B said from behind him, observing the house’s neat landscape.

JJ hesitated walking in, “Bro, I don’t think I can do it.”

“Dude, are you okay? We know her. She’s one of us. I don’t know what kook bullshit is going on here though.” John B replied, poking the expensive-looking plant on the porch.

JJ paid no focus to John B’s words and caught a glimpse of Betty in the living room, wearing a poorly made flower crown Sarah Cameron made for midsummers. She laughed just like she did in homeroom with JJ, with her natural curls peeking though her hair as the Outer Banks humidity sets in.

“Alright, dude. I’ll go in.” He said, running a hand through his hair.

The pair walked into the party, spotting Kiara and Betty almost instantly. “Good luck, man. But I’ll be with Kiara downing shots.” John B smiled, patting JJ on the shoulders.

But if I just showed up at your party…

JJ made eye contact with Betty, causing her to immediately drop the ping pong ball she was about to throw. “JJ?”

Would you have me?

She walked up to him and gave him a short lasting hug, “What are you doing here?”

Would you want me?

JJ looked around at the nice things in her house, touching a glass vase with one finger. “So this is where you live, kook Betty?”

Betty took JJ’s hand and walked him into her fathers office, locking the door behind her. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to look at me differently.”

“I kind of knew you weren’t a pogue,” JJ looked her up and down, “You don’t dress like one.”

The room grew silent until JJ spoke up once again, “If you’re such a kook, why don’t you go to the kook academy?”

Betty giggled before replying, “I went there for three months, and then got tore to shreds because I didn’t have a Gucci bag at the ripe age of fourteen. Those people’s standards are something different.”

“Jeez, glad you escaped that prison.” JJ smiled back.

“I’m sorry for not telling you. But I’ve been wanting to show you this place, I think you’ll like it.” Betty smiled at the lovestruck Maybank kid, giving her a nod.

Betty took him by the hand once again, unlocking the office door. She led him into her backyard, walking past the pool.

Or lead me to the garden?

While walking to her gazebo surrounded by different types of flowers and plants, Betty looked at JJ with a wide smile before finally arriving to their destination.

The gazebo had a bench attached to it, where Betty sat down, looking at JJ while he observed the scenery.

You could hear the waves of the ocean, but only get a glimpse of the sight. “This is some next level kook shit.” JJ laughed, still taking in the views.

“I didn’t even know this existed until a month ago. But I thought you’d like it.” Betty smiled, gesturing the boy to come sit next to her.

JJ sat down next to her silently, waiting for her to initiate the conversation.

Betty stared at JJ sitting next to her, “No more homeroom, huh?”

He eventually stared back at her, “At least we’ll have the whole summer.”

“Hm. I guess you’re right” The blonde girl stared back, “Hopefully we’ll have homeroom together next year.”

JJ’s gaze intensified, staring at Betty’s facial features, one by one.

He observed how her one dimple shows only when she’s with him, and how her midsummers flower crown perfectly accented her messy hair—which she tried to make look presentable before the party began.

Betty rambled on, talking about absolutely nothing but saying so much at the same time. JJ paid no attention to what she was saying.

Cutting Betty off, JJ closed the gap between them with his lips. She was obviously very surprised by his decision, but did not complain once it set in.

JJ held her face with one hand, while the other on her hip. Betty’s hand made its way through JJ’s hair, enjoying every second of this kiss.

Betty knew it couldn’t last forever. JJ knew he would inevitably break her heart.

Now, JJ sits in his homeroom class on the first day of Junior Year.

He fidgets with the zipper on his pocket, seeing who else will come into the class.

JJ and Betty had a falling out just two weeks before school started, when he told the pogues the pair was just a summer fling behind her back.

As the bell rang, Betty walked into the classroom. She resisted JJ’s gaze and sat in the opposite side of the room.

Betty talked to the students around her, not getting even a chuckle out of the conversation like she did when JJ was there.

JJ was forced to listen to their conversation and how dead Betty’s voice sounds, along with her pin-straight hair that he knew was in an effort to change who she once was.

After fifteen minutes of torture, JJ finally got to leave and move on from what used to be his favorite part of the day.

Betty, I won’t make assumptions..

Over the course of the week, Betty was repeatedly called down to the counseling office in a known effort to change one particular part of her schedule.

“Counselor Harding, I know it’s a complete inconvenience but I genuinely need to switch my homeroom.” Betty begged for three days, until the counselor finally gave in and switched her into a homeroom on the other side of the school, so her and JJ wouldn’t have to cross paths.

About why you switched your homeroom,

The next day, JJ didn’t see Betty in homeroom, or anywhere in school for that matter.

But I think it’s cause of me.

For the rest of the month, JJ left her alone. JJ observed as she changed herself from who he once knew.

Rafe lured her into his world of fancy galas and sniffing coke, but all she could think of while going shopping on the mainland was JJ, every store in that mall reminded her of him, until she realized Rafe wasn’t her way out.

She completely ghosted him and everyone else she knew, until her emotions could dial down enough to talk to JJ.

Meanwhile at the chateau, JJ was planning on showing up at Betty’s front door. “She hates me. What could I possibly do for her that Rafe hasn’t?”

John B’s eyebrows furrowed, “Well, you’re not Rafe. Do you think they lasted that long? Once you show up at her door, she’ll realize.”

Those words stuck in JJ’s head, and for the next week he stayed up thinking about how he was going to execute his apology to Betty.

While driving to her house, he picked up some dandelions on the side of the road in hopes that it would help his case.

Betty, I’m here on your doorstep, and I planned it out for weeks now.

JJ held the dandelions in his hands extra tight while approaching her porch, seeing Betty’s car parked in the driveway.

But it’s finally sinking in.

The blonde haired boy rehearsed what would be said in their conversation, and which ways it could lead them to. His hands trembled as he reached the doorbell, pressing it in an instant.

Betty, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when you see my face again.

Ten seconds later, Betty opened the door. She looked at his sweaty palms, along with the sagging dandelions in his hand. Her figure relaxed from its usual tense shape, locking eyes with JJ for the first time in three months.

The only thing I wanna do, is make it up to you.

Betty smiled at the blonde in front of her, “Hi, JJ.”

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VIGILANTE SHIT : RAFE CAMERON

synopsis — in which rafe cameron’s girlfriend finds out what he’s done to her, and makes him regret it.

❝she needed cold hard proof, so I gave her some. She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?❞

For the past two years, Rafe Cameron has been toying around with his girlfriend. Having her wrapped around his finger, and always having pleasure right at his fingertips.

He scanned the country club for her, eyeing everyone in the crowd. When he didn’t see her, he saw this as the perfect opportunity to find another girl.

Rafe checked y/ns location before looking for another girl by the pool, and was relieved to see that she had been at home.

As he made his way to the poolside, he ran into Topper, and some of the friends he’d brought along. “What’s up, Top. Who’s this?” Rafe smiled ignoring the brunette topper was with, immediately looking at the red-haired girl with a low cut sundress on.

“That would be Anna. Anna, this is Rafe. Stay away from him.” Topper sarcastically grinned, while Anna scanned Rafe’s body.

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here. You new?” Rafe asked her.

Anna knew his game and smiled, “No, first time actually. I just moved to Figure Eight. I’d love a tour.”

Rafe took this as his chance, “Hm, I know where everything is in the club. I can show you around, only if you want.”

The red haired girl bit her lip subtly and replied, “Yeah, I’ve got a ton of time on my hands.” Rafe then took her hand and led her inside the country club, where he walked into the upper west wing, which hasn’t been touched in almost five years. The upper west wing became known as a hookup spot after Rafe and y/n first discovered it two years earlier.

As Anna silently smirked to herself while walking up the staircase, y/n entered the country club.

y/n immediately saw Topper walk out of the bar and decided to say hello. “Hey, Top. Is Rafe here?”

“Oh hey! Nah, you just missed him. I think he said he was going on the ferry for Wards Father’s Day present. Sorry.” Topper smiled, in a terrible attempt to cover up his lie.

You knew your boyfriend was at the club, since his dirt bike and his location all pointed to here. “Hm. thank you, Topper.”

You walked away from him and sped up your pace to reach the upper west wing in the quickest amount of time possible, speeding past relatives, friends, and co-workers.

When you finally the room where you and Rafe first met, you are whiplashed by the sound of heavy breathing and quiet moans. You knew those breaths all too well, but had no idea who the girl sounded like.

“Ladies always rise above…”

Terrified, you ran down the staircase with tears welling in your eyes, being sure that your flowy hat covered your face while running to your car.

The next day, you met with Rafe at his house.

Rafe immediately invoked an aggressive kiss, “Hey, I missed you so much.”

The smell of alcohol on Rafe’s body was extremely strong, so you decided to go easy on him today. “Hey, Rafe. Where were you yesterday?”

He shut and locked his bedroom door, then looking up with a puzzled look. “What? Were you stalking me?”

“Why would—No. Where were you?”

Rafe looked away, figuring out what to say. “What the hell is your issue? I was on the mainland.”

“Alright” You grinned, indulging into another kiss with your soon to be dead boyfriend.

“Ladies know what people want…”

Rafe wanted absolutely nothing more than to control you. He never saw you as an actual person with feelings, but more so something he could half-commit to.

You looked after the both of you were done having sex, and wondered if he’s ever felt 100% yours, because you were always 100% his. At parties, you were practically on a leash. Attached to the hip, if you will. Never left his side, but somehow he would always find a way to leave yours for another girl.

Now, you’ve had enough.

Now, you’ve been planning.

Now, you’ve been scheming.

Waiting for the final moment—the final blow, that will break your heart, but also break his skull.

By the end of this, Rafe will be so mentally worn out, he may as well be dead.

“Someone sweet, and kind, and fun…”

While you were sitting on his lap, staring at the ceiling, Rafe was clearly texting another woman. The sudden grins, giggles, and lip bites all reminded you of what the two of you did when you first met.

Now, that is gone. Replaced by someone he’s never known.

No one will ever understand him—know him, quite like you.

“Fuck, y/n. Stop wearing that to club. You already embarrassed me last time wearing something that made it look like you have rolls. Go home and change, now.”

“How much weight did you gain on the trip?”

“I was the most fucked up person at that party! I thought it was you that I was making out with!”

“The lady simply had enough…”

“Well he was doing lines,”

“…And crossing all of mine.”

On top of the list of things that Rafe Cameron was clueless on, there was something that he just so happened to miss while y/n utterly destroyed his life.

John B Routledge & Sarah Cameron weren’t the only witnesses of Sheriff Peterkin’s murder.

“Someone told his white collar crimes…”

“…To the FBI.”

Y/n had one person to thank for helping her reveal who the person is behind Rafe Cameron’s mask: none other than his little sister, Sarah.

“Lately she’s been dressing for revenge.”