Rafe was pissed.
More than, actually. He wasn't even sure if he could come up with a word that could express the extent of his fury.
He hadn't done anything wrong, really. No, his fuckass father, ever so swayed by his favorite daughter, just had to toss Rafe aside like he was nothing. A small comment of Rafe's about that notion had turned into an argument, and an argument had quickly turned into the fight. Rafe had to leave, or else, he was either going to smash a wall, or smash Ward's face.
That's why he just got into his truck, despite the pouring rain, and the blaring red of his alarm clock that read '11:46 PM.' White knuckled and seething, Rafe gripped his steering wheel as he drove down the moonlit OBX roads, music blaring from the speakers. Driving usually got his mind clear, gave him a minute to breathe and not do something reckless; something he was really trying to work on.
As he drove, a dim streetlight illuminated the sidewalk, and he saw a flash of pink, and a very familiar head of hair. Frowning, he drove closer, truck rolling to a stop when he recognized you.
You.
One of Sarah's 18 year old friends, Rafe remembers. God, how could he not? You were probably the only one of her friends that he could stomach, not that it was hard to. You were sickeningly sweet, always smiling and gleaming up at him on the off chance the two of you interacted. He wanted to hate you so bad; but, he couldn't. Not when there was literally nothing to hate.
And here you were, walking along the sidewalk in the dark, pouring rain. Rafe can hardly believe what he's seeing.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rafe exclaims, getting out of his truck to step up to you in the pouring rain. You pause in his truck's headlights, then that all too familiar smile spreads across your lips, insisting you're fine.
"Jesus fucking christ, get your ass in the truck, I'll drive you home. No way in hell I'm letting you walk home at night, in the pouring rain. Come on, you're gonna get fuckin' sick, or kidnapped."