TWENTY - EIGHT
❝ Set the world on fire. ❞
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Rafe had never felt so lost.
The fabric belonging to his shirt clung to his chest, more than half drenched with the boy's sweat. He was a mess. Utterly and entirely, Rafe Cameron had lost himself. Better yet, had lost Ophelia.
Currently, he could hear his father, Rose, and Ophelia's parents arguing on the balcony porch, both Ward and Richard's voice overpowering one another. They were making their assumptions very clear, worried that Sarah, wherever she had been, would be talking to the cops.
Rafe would argue, though could never admit to the truth. Last night, he had went to bed with Ophelia next to him. This morning, when he woke, she was no where to be found.
Tears welled in his eyes as he brought the palm of his hand up to his face, slapping the side of his cheek roughly. He couldn't bare to be without Ophelia, and the thought of not knowing where she was absolutely destroyed him.
Rafe had cried the whole way to the barely standing trailer belonging to Barry, where he barged through the front door without any warning. "I need cocaine." Even the hard-ass drug dealer could sense something that been wrong, the usual pretty boy now glistening in his own sweat and tears.
"Well, I'm all out." Barry argued, slumping back onto the couch. "Everybody stocking up for the storm." Rafe, although, hadn't taken his words as an answer, taking the time to open every cupboard door, checking for himself.
It was small banter between the two, and Rafe's pent up aggression and borderline depression hadn't helped his case. He had lost Ophelia, and he was afraid it was for good.
Barry hadn't seemed to pay attention to minor details, that was until Rafe collapsed to the floor, tears spilling over his eyes, and he hadn't tried to hide them. "Hey, look." Barry sighed deeply, only wondering what his high paying customer had been going through.
Pulling up a chair, Barry looked down heavily on the eldest Cameron. "Rafe, you're good. You're good." Rafe inhaled sharply, wiping away the tears clouding his vision. "I've never done something, that you never thought you would." Rafe couldn't keep eye contact with Barry - someone he looked down upon, now seemed to be higher on the pyramid.
"What you done, country club?" Barry's lips curled upwards, the borderline Pogue Drug Dealer having a hard time coming to a conclusion. "I did something." A single tear fell down Rafe's flushed cheeks. "And now I'm fucked. Like, a hundred percent. For life."
Rafe couldn't control his emotions, his mind always straying back to Ophelia, which only made him cry harder. "If you have a problem, you gotta fix it." Barry slumped. "I got a damn big problem right now. You see me in my room, crying about that shit?"
Rafe's tears hadn't stopped - not even if he tried. Instead, he curled himself tighter, shielding himself from the outside world as he shook his head. "Ophelia." Was all he managed to croak out, and Barry couldn't help but crack a small, sensitive smile.
"Trouble in paradise?" Barry chuckled dryly. "Shit, man, there never worth it."
Rafe hadn't been sure what came over him. A mix of emotions running high, ones he could barely place, he rose to the ground before Barry had even finished his sentence, almost immediately barring towards the slightly smaller individual and flipping the chair backwards - one that Barry had been sitting on.
"Hey." Barry growled lowly, his back slamming into the trailer floors, lined with stained grey carpet and a sheer plastic covering over the tiled floors. "What the fuck, country club?" Rafe had knelt down beside the drug dealer, a look of sheer anger washed over his flushed features.
Barry had never seen this side to Rafe. A side that was angry, malicious, and seemingly, in control. "Don't fucking talk about her that way." Rafe tried to come off intimidating, though his shaking fingers grasping Barry's shirt was evident, his bottom lip trembling as he fell back onto the floor.
"She's everything to me." Rafe inhaled sharply, releasing Barry's shirt from his fingers. "All because of those fucking Pogues."
And as angry as Barry may have been, a smile smile crept up to his pale face. "See? That's what I'm talking about. You know your sister still got my money?" Rafe's eyes peeled open, surprised to see Barry hadn't drawn a gun or balled his hand into a fist. Instead, he was on his side.
"You know it was that Pogue John B, right?" Barry nodded, his smile only growing larger.
Rafe had blamed John B - even for his own mistakes. He was guilty, though unsure how to process such emotions. Rafe Cameron had always felt shunned, never good enough for his father, and constantly dripping in anger.
What he had never felt, was guilt.
Turning a blind eye to his father's parenting skills and being shunned for his mistakes was one thing, but it had turned into a whole different story when it had involved Ophelia. It had turned Rafe into a complete different person.
For as long as he could remember, the dark haired girl with piercing green eyes had always been at his side, no matter what. He swore she was wrapped around his finger, there for him in desperate times of need.
Ophelia was everything to Rafe, and it just so happened when she up and disappeared, she was nothing all at the same time. Ophelia, curled into the boys side at night, to be long gone come sunrise, had tore his humanity, and heart, with her.
He felt everything and nothing at the same time. He was both angry and upset. Defeated, though had a purpose.
Rafe would blame John B, because it was the easiest thing to do. He hated the brunette Pogue with a passion, and only furthermore knowing it was his actions that drove a wedge in between him and Ophelia.
"What would you do to get Ophelia back?" Barry's hoarse words tore Rafe from his deep thinking, tears still rimming his eyes, his cheeks flushed and scattered with dried tears. "Anything." Was Rafe's only response, though Barry didn't need to hear more.
As he spoke, his once pale neck grew flushed, a type of red that implied anger. His veins were prominent, following from his neck down to his forearms, which led to his fingers curling into fists, his nails digging so hard into the palms of his hands, it drew blood.
His eyes, a once soft and clouded state turned cold, almost black, the lack of one person driving him absolutely insane. He was insane, a maniac, as some ought to say, and he was ready to fight for the girl he loved.
It was then Barry smiled, lightly, a barely audible laugh leaving his lips as he rose from his spot on the floor, extending his arm outwards for the Cameron boy, who kept his eyes glued to the ground as he spoke.
"I would set the whole world on fire, and never let a single flame touch her."
Barry nodded sheepishly, their hands meeting together in a sense of companionship. "Well, what are you waiting for, Country Club?" Rafe looked upwards sheepishly. "Let's set the mother-fucking world on fire."
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Author's Note
Ahh! We are nearing the end of Season One.
I am purposely trying to spread out chapters and drag it out as long as I can until Season Two. I will be continuing the next season in this book.
Again, not sure how I feel about this chapter. It's short, and not my best work, though wanted to try something different and upload for all of you!
Question: Where do you think Ophelia is? What's going to happen with her and Rafe?
I'm always looking for new inspiration. If you have any ideas on a story I should write/you want to see, let me know!
Thank you all for the support. You are the best.
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