Hi Guys! I know this is kinda rushed but its the best I could get with time I had to write it... hope it turned out ok, either way? Not too cheesy? But I will look over it again tomorrow and maybe make some corrections! Let me know what you guys think. Thank you guys always for reading! And huge thank you for the votes and any comments!! Sending you all hugs, enjoy!
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She's crazy- she's got to be crazy...
She'd ditched JohnB's van at the side of the beach- bolted, ran off like a flash, disappearing on her friend's before they could even attempt to stop her... and now she returns back to the lion's den... this time jacking her own family car.
She's got to be crazy.
That is Kiara... and that is how she felt.
Sneaking out in the pitch dark night as it rained, she'd climbed out her window, jumped into her family's car, and had driven off- to the Cameron's house.
She just couldn't let it go... something heckled her... something tugged at the pit of her stomach that wouldn't let it all go- it begged her that she needed to do something.
She looks down- five unread messages on her phone and a few missed calls from JJ... she can't bring JJ into this- he had been through enough.
Then she realizes... one from Sarah.
She opens it and reads it immediately knowing it would pretty much summarize everything she may need to know.
Sarah: Ki, please pick up, ok? JJ's real worried, I told him what I saw... we don't know where his gone, is he with you? He just got on his bike and left."
Kiara's brows furrow deeply reading this.
She drives, juggling her phone with a hand, dialing JJ's number in and pulls it up to her ear.
He doesn't pick up, and she groans.
"JJ, where are you?" she murmurs with concern.
She's almost there, turning into the long drive that leads to the Cameron house.
She must be this unhinged, she's pretty much convinced!- although her plan had been to see Sarah, she's almost sure she's come back here to also face someone she truly can't stand, someone who's done some pretty horrendous things- why is she even back here?!
The circle lights beaming from her headlights over toward the house revealing the front steps, making it visible through the bucketing rain where she must go... she climbs out of her car, tossing on a hoodie.
She knew of a different way she could get in without making her presence known, nonone knowing she would be there- something she'd learnt from Sarah when they had gone through their brief best friends moments in sophomore year- Sarah had taught her a way they could go if they needed to sneak out to a party at night without her family knowing.
The walk up... feels daunting.
Kiara wonders up some stairs, and passes Sarah's room... she peers through, but no one is inside.
She hears movement coming from a room just down the corridor- she's familiar with who's it is... she knew it was Rafes'... she braces herself, her mind fighting with her feet not to go... but her feet don't seem to listen.
Kiara knocks at his door, creeping it open slow... her heart drumming at her ears against the dead of silence in the corridor- with everything that's happened, particularly with Rafe having jumped off a cliff- her mind wanted to keep her protected at all cost and so she prepares for anything- to expect almost anything.
Rafe snaps his focus toward the door, expecting to see his sister.
"Go away Sarah-" he yells, eyes becoming wide when he realizes it's not her and his eyes come across Kiara.
Kiara's eyes widen and her lips part... Rafe lays bare chested in his bed- arm propped up, holding an object close to his nose that she knew he'd just used to snorted the white powdered substance at his bedside... and a second hand pulls out from under his track pants... oh, yeah, what great timing... so it's no wonder her heart begins to drum faster and her feet want to flee, but she just manages to stop them from doing so.
She wonders how she would handle a conversation with him now.
Rafe quickly forces himself to his feet, rubbing the nape of his neck, appearing a little twitchy. He begins to pace beside his bed with a slight limp- he were clearly either embarrassed, nervous or agitated- something Kiara found hard to tell when it comes to Rafe - his emotions could just be so volatile and just about everywhere.
His wounds revealed across his body... her eyes trace over them... they had been tended to, and partly patched up with gauze.
Her eyes come back up to his as his limped over toward a chair, dropping himself down onto it heavily.
He swings an arm by his side like he couldn't keep still, then trying to keep himself still- leaning forward against his arms, crossing them over his knees, bobbing one knee up and down.
Yeah- he was clearly agitated, but strangely wore a soft expression- Kiara could see.
His eyes then intensely find their way up to her.
"I'm kind of wasted-" he croaks, his voice horse. "You probably shouldn't- have seen... I mean, you shouldn't be here."
His eyes a little wet and a little red, searches for a shirt, finds one, grabs it, and tugs it on, whilst his nose runs and he sniffles.
"Y-yeah- I get that. I just came to say... thanks." her eyes flash away then back, her face flustered. "For stopping Topper." he begins to look at her with a little smile tugging at one corner... "You stopped him from taking JohnB's van and I just wanted to say that I'm grateful."
His smile completely slips.
He sniffs away any wetness from his eyes or nose he'd left, wiping a hand over his face, and then showing a much more confident up front.
Rafe scoffs, turning his head away, rubbing a hand over his sculp, his smile breaking now and then. A smirking smile comes up to greet her this time, firm and tight and unmoved.
The way he looks at her, tight lipped and all, Ki can't help how it makes her feel- kind of mad.
"I just came to-"
"Thanks Rafe for saving John fucking B's van?" he mocks. "Are you fucking kidding?" he scoffs.
"I said thank you- are you fucking kidding me?-" she retorts, unable to contain her urge to bite back.
"You shouldn't be here-"
"I know! I heard you the first time. But- I just came to say thank you. Be a little be more kind- appreciative- I don't know- just don't blow me off like it means nothing- ok- I'll show myself out-" she snaps, turning toward the door. He bites back his lip, biting back his urge to respond, angered...
She spins around again, surprising him- she cant leave- not like this- he doesn't get to respond like that! He doesn't show one ounce of sympathy toward the people his hurt- people she loves or cares about! And it makes her blood simmer- boil even!- all the things his ever done flooding back overwhelmingly- and it makes her wonder- he can't all be this damn cold, can he?! She knew him before- she knew him when Sarah and her had been friends back in sophomore year and Rafe were... different... he'd been much warmer than this... at least- that is what Ki's memory holds.
"What is it Ki- what do you want from me, hmm?" he presses, lips tense- pulled back- trying to contain himself-
"How about a little appreciation- never hurt anyone, Rafe- why don't you try being decent for once-"
"Decent?" he laughs. "I am decent." He smirks.
"O-ooh h-how? All the shitty things you've done- the way you've hurt my friends- hurt Pope, JJ, JohnB- even how you hurt your own sister for gods sake Rafe!- and not to mention all the other shitty atrocious things you've done?"
He lifts off his seat, rapidly striding towards her.
"Your making my head- I don't know- fuck! Hurt!" he bites out loud, setting his jaw, stopping in front of her. "Don't..." his hands tremor as they clench and unclench beside him.
"What?-"
"Stop being so fucking melodramatic... all the time, Ki." He glares at her, warning her. He grunts, biting down on his molars. "I don't give a shit!- about JohnB's van- but what I was trying to do..." he laughs with disbelief that she didn't get this- "I was trying to stop Topper from fucking grabbing you- from fucking hurting you-" he stops and takes a breath, his lungs burning. "How the fuck do you not get that?"
Ki's eyes scowl over him... taking in all he had said... but she's angered- she's angered at how he'd been so close to grabbing her... but she didn't flinch... because nothing about Rafe scares her.
Her eye's trace over him... when she suddenly realizes how close he stands.
And even after all thats just happened, thoughts of how he'd kissed her at the beach come back to her, and it makes her heart pump differently... and the air seems to thicken.
She clears her throat, taking a step back.
"Well..."
His eyes flick up to her again.
"Well what?" he groans, impatiently.
He slides his hands into his pockets, shoulders tense.
"Uhhh, I also came... because I thought you should know... I think you may need help." she says, eyes watching him softly.
He softly laughs.
"From you?" he mocks, then scoffs, turning his gaze away.
"From a professional." she states, more serious this time.
"I don't think so."
"Rafe."
"Ki?"
She growls, feeling her anger and patience just want to give in- take off like a hurricane, and she snaps.
"Well- I think I could really help you-" she steps around him, wandering over toward what she knew was his stash of his cocaine- Rafe's eyes widen and flash with worry when he realizes what she were doing- what she were about to do and he follows her tightly behind.
He fights himself with what to do- and he finds himself gripping at her shirt, pulling her into him. She resists so he picks her up off her feet, and begins to drag her out toward the corridor- grunting in pain, pressure on his wounds felt like they were searing into his soul.
"Rafe, let me go-"
"Ohhh- I don't think so- not until you stay the fuck away from my room-" he snarls, lowering her feet onto the ground, but hands still remain tightly gripped to her shirt..
She pulls at him and he loses his balance, colliding his head into hers, and she moans, while his grunting rubbing his hands over his temple.
"Shit-" he whimpers.
His eyes flit open, looking up "-fuck, Ki-" his eyes looking up into her eyes- they were bight wide and slightly startled- her eyes soft and alittle awashed with something that gleamed in them... it sends his heart going the way she gazes back at him.
His eyes drops to see how close her lips were.
He swears his breathing in a different kind of air... her air... an air that seemed to crackle with some kind of energy that makes his heart swollen and boldly pound.
His breathing picks up as his lips barely hoover above hers- his holding himself back from tilting his head and doing what he really shouldn't doing - but... his hands seem to find a way of their own... he can't help how his hands seem to magnetize- to want to feel her skin along his own... he takes her face with a hand and draws her face closer, dips his head closer and kisses her with his heart pounding brutally against his ribs.
Ki feels his lips, tender and soft and wet, melt with hers with such delicacy, his lips spread and separate hers so smoothly, and she feels his tongue tangle with hers and find its way in.
HIs hips find hers, when his warm grip about her waist draws her closer, the heat from his body leaching through her fabric, and she feels his body like it were an inferno.
She doesn't know why it takes her longer then she does to react- something about the way his body has seemed to sync to hers, or the way her veins seem to pump fast, heady tingles that spread her body, making her head swirl with a confusion, making her faint and dizzying.
She finally pushes him back, when they hear someone's presence in the corridor...
...Wheezie.
"Oh my god... sorry, didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't know... this is got to be some kind of Beauty and the Beast kind of thing, right?" she laughs awkwardly. "Ki, didn't know you had a thing for brute men... aka my brother, in this case." she laughs again.
"I don't!" "We didn't just-" they both snap in unison, Rafe stops hearing her response, some hurt flashing his eyes.
He ignores how his wounds seem to also tear a fire of pain into him.
Ki's eyes dart about- freaking out alittle- realizing what had just happened-
Rafe watches her wondering what she'll do next. His gaze drops away- his only thoughts are that her only thoughts would be how much more she'd hate him, how much more JJ means more to her, he thinks... and Rafe doesnt blame her... but maybe he wishes she'd see things differently.
He clenches his jaw as he hears her flee and feet hastily rush away.
He retreats back into his room, smashing the door behind him- leaving Wheezie... wheezing a little... holding back all she could... all the laughter she is trying desperately to bottle in.
Oh- and she's got to tell Sarah all about this!