When you got told you were going on vacation to the Outer Banks, you never thought the vacation would go how it did.

You and your parents decided to go to the Outer Banks for a little vacation. And you were going for two weeks. Which isn’t that long, but it’s long enough. And of course, you were excited. Because you had never been there before. And it’s always nice to go somewhere new. So when you first got there, you and your parents went to the place you were staying at. And your parents were able to rent out a house for two weeks. And as soon as you settled in and started to explore the island, you made some friends.

But the people you made friends with weren’t just visiting like you were. They actually lived in the Outer Banks, so they were able to show you around. And you had fun with them. You were always out together. Days and nights. Even when there were parties going on, your friends would take you with them. Which, was a little nerve wracking considering you didn’t know anyone. But when you were at the party, you saw a boy. That boy, being, Rafe Cameron. And he actually came up to you, and you two talked. And you clicked almost instantly.

Ever since that party, you were close.

Of course, you only had limited time on the island. Which, he knew. And he started to hang out with you. But you still made time for your friends. Even if he wasn’t happy about it. Because your friends kept telling you that he’s a bad person and that he’s manipulative, toxic, violent. One of your friends even telling you that he’s a murderer. But you didn’t stay away from him. How could you?

For the rest of your vacation you was with him. And towards you, he was loving, caring, kind, respectful. The perfect man. Although occasionally, you did see him lash out on people when something went wrong or something pissed him off. But what’s the big deal?

But then it was time for you to go. You were both at his house in the living room. He held your hands in his as he looked at you pleadingly.

“Don’t leave. I want you to stay.”