FOURTY - ONE
❝Murder On My Mind.❞
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The night sky was dark, though Ophelia saw nothing but colour.
It was almost as if she found herself, defying the odds that once tried to tear her away from Rafe, though were brought back together by fate, by chance, by their undying love for one another.
She was meant to be here. She was meant to be holding the gun Barry had given her, wrapping her fingers around the slick metal with her eyes narrowed in on the target.
"Let's go." Rafe had strayed back for a moment's time, grabbing ahold of Ophelia's hand. When she had stopped, turning to look directly at him, his head was already lowered, his eyes glossy as he fumbled over his words.
"You're sure?" Ophelia nodded, not a doubt within her mind. "What are you waiting for?" Ophelia hushed quietly, afraid that if she spoke too loud, their whole plan would be imploded right in their faces, all thanks to her. "This."
For a moments time, Rafe brought his lips to Ophelia's, placing them against hers softly. At first, it was sweet, his free hand wrapping around her face as his damp lips pecked her own. And then, his face grew flush, slipping his tongue in between her lips, tugging at her pony tail as he moaned quietly.
"Where the hell are you?"
Rafe's jaw tensed and his bottom lip twitched, one hand on the trigger, the other wrapped up with Ophelia's. He was on a mission, one he swore to play out, and the longer it took to locate the Routledge boy who essentially kidnapped and torchured his Ophelia.
He was dead set - quite literally.
"Nothing?" Rafe tore his hand from Ophelia's, running it through his already messy hair. "No, nothing." Barry replied. "Obviously they were just here based off the smoke, man." Rafe argued, to which Barry fought back. "Yeah, great observation boy scout."
The arguing had began, and Ophelia felt her head begging to pound. Rafe was right, Barry knew better. This, that, and everything else, Ophelia had finally snapped, throwing her arms in the air.
"God, would you two just shutup?" Silence fell over the two, a surpressed smile rising to Barry's face. "And she speaks without being spoken to." Barry chuckled. "I'll be damned, Kook Princess. But you see, I don't think Rafe gave you permission to speak."
Something inside of Ophelia had changed. The once soft and sensitive girl she was had been long gone. Raising her right arm, finger on the trigger, Ophelia pointed the gun directly towards Barry, without a second thought.
"Wow, wow." Rafe spoke up from beside the girl, his eyes never leaving his girlfriends which seemed to be darker than usual. She was angry. Very, undeniably, angry. "You know." Ophelia started. "I never really liked him, Rafe."
Ophelia never took her eyes off of Barry, who re-payed the gesture, almost wondering if the Kook Princess would actually shoot him. "Ophelia, baby, put the gun down." Rafe slipped in front of the girl with the gun, his eyes narrowing in on her.
"You're not going to shoot me." He argued, to which she knew he was right. "I, I love you." Rafe whispered, his hands finding way to either side of her face. "But I need you to put the gun down." Ophelia, batting through her eye lashes, contemplated her actions, more so, the consequences. "Not here." The boy mouthed.
From the way his brows furred to the tightness of his hold, Ophelia didn't reply, instead lowering her hand to her side as Rafe had let out a sigh of relief. Even Barry, at that point, couldn't help but feel a sense of security.
Ophelia could sense Barry's stare, one that burned a hole through her back, though she didn't care. Instead, her eyes focused on one of the many trees, etched into its trunk was P4L. Ophelia couldn't help but roll her eyes, though Rafe, felt a deeper sense of rage running through him.
His jaw tensed, the mere thought of John B alone making him absolutely furious. After stopping Ophelia with the gun, he raised his own, a loud, blood curdling scream leaving his chapped lips before aiming directly at the tree, sending three shots flying.
"Hey, chill out." Barry forcefully shoved at Rafe's chest, his last shot sent flying into the air. Ophelia, remaining in place, held a satisfying smirk lingering into the night. "Where the fuck is he?" Rafe spat, to no one in particular. "You're going to get our asses caught." Barry replied, which yet another shove to the chest.
"John B Routledge!" Rafe Cameron tore at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking as he thrashed himself out of Barry's hold, who's eyes fell towards Ophelia in a midst of panic. "I am going to kill you! You hear me?"
Ophelia remained still, gun at her side, as she watched Rafe pace around the freshly cut grass, his button up hanging loosely from his torso, sweat glistening off his exposed chest. "It hurts." Rafe's voice softened, capturing Ophelia's attention entirely.
"Yeah, man. We get it. Shit." Barry spoke up, raising his arms in defence as Rafe shook his head in response. "You don't get it." He mumbled. "You don't get it!" Rafe's voice echoed off the water in the distance, as much as shaking the trees, deeply rooted within the ground.
"It hurt's that these Pogue's are walking around care free knowing what they did to my Ophelia." Silence. "We'll get em' back." Barry argued, only hoping it would calm down the angered Cameron boy.
It hadn't. Not one bit.
"Baby, you remember the summer before senior year?" Ophelia nodded briefly, her eyes set in stone on Rafe, whom was tugging at the collar of his shirt, as if it was suffocating. "The bonfire, at the beach." Rafe released a breath of air.
"I got in that fight." Ophelia nodded, vaguely remember the nights events. She was drunk, though the night was etched into her mind, one of the very first times she ever saw Rafe in an utter fit of rage.
"You guys were friends." Ophelia whispered, her eyes falling over Rafe's shaking figure, unsure of what else to say. "We were friends." He repeated. "And then he said you looked pretty." Rafe spat. "Out loud, in front of everyone, in front of me, he said he was going to try and hook up with you."
Tears welled in the Cameron boy's eyes, his hands shaking at his sides while he shook his head furiously. "Well, I had to make sure that didn't happen." At the time, Ophelia and Rafe hadn't been dating. Simply, they were friends. "He never showed up at school that year." Ophelia admitted, a smile making its way onto Rafe's face.
"I beat his ass so bad I broke his face in two places, and popped an eye socket. That asshole is half blind, even if he showed up that year, he wouldn't have been able to look at you anyways." Rafe admitted. "That is the love I have for you, O."
Turning towards Barry, a pale look washed over his tanned complexion, let his mouth gape open as he shared his stare between Rafe and Ophelia, a couple with a frightening past who only grew more intense.
"Don't you fucking tell me to calm down." Rafe pointed a finger. "Because you haven't seen anything yet."
Outstretching his arm, Ophelia grabbed ahold of Rafe's hand, lacing their fingers together as he tugged her into his side. Warmth radiated between the two, Barry sauntering closely behind, his eyes batting at the sight before him.
Ophelia titled her head back, laughter escaping her lips that casted over the quiet night. Hand in hand, the couple walked off into the distance, fading into the darkness, both with a gun in hand and murder on their minds.
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Author's Note
I hope you are enjoying.
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In the mean time, the next chapter will be fully dedicated to smut, so you have been warned.
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