rafe had just murdered sheriff peterkin, as you were his girlfriend he called you struggling to interpret what he just did.. cursing and mumbling, as he took out his phone with the same hand he used to shoot.

finding your contact lvelxcks, calling you. taking deep breaths, touching his nose wiping off the sweat. you had picked up the phone, answering rafes call.

“hey, rafe..”

rafe swallowed a lump in his throat, then spoke up into the phone. he didn’t have time to stall, he had to get rid of sheriff peterkin. not before the police comes and arrests him.

“baby, i need you to come to my location.. i need you, now.”

“what did you do… never mind, i’m coming.”

hanging up the call, heading over to his location. little did i know, that rafe had shot sheriff peterkin and he wanted me to help him get rid of the body. after arriving to the scene, you got out of the car gasping seeing rafes bloody hands as he stood near the body.

“what the hell, rafe?! did you shoot her?”

soon you both started arguing, as you were scared backing away from the body. the nausea intensified, seeing the limp body and blood spilling out made you pale, and sick.

“you don’t understand, baby! im not a bad person, everyone is the bad guy in someone’s story. so why should you care, you’re also the bad guy in someone’s perspective, lvelxcks!”

rafe yelled out the last part loudly at you, touching his head with his bloody hands while leaning down at your shorter figure… trying to calm down, muttering a quiet apology, before trying to act as if he was back to normal.

“now help me, will you?”