You had felt helpful and decided to help Pope and JJ to deliver some groceries over to Figure Eight. Pope’s dad ran a wonderful place named Heyward’s Seafood and all the help was always needed since the place was busy.

The three of you decided to split up, JJ would take his part of the groceries alone and you and Pope would go together. If only you had known what was coming, then maybe you would have taken the reckless and fearless JJ with you guys.

You had left behind and let Pope go ahead with the groceries, you would catch him soon. Kiera had sent a video about rescuing turtles, so you had to answer it. Soon from the front, closer to the golf course, the sounds of an argument started to be heard. You quickly started heading towards them.

“Hey! Rafe, Rafe! Come on, man!” The first voice you recognized was Topper Thornton's. He was a Kook so this would be his natural habitat. And Rafe too, God you hated Rafe down to your core.

“Stay down, bitch!” Rafe yelled and you just got close enough to see him hit Pope who was lying on the ground. Hitting with a golf club.

Groceries were all around on the sand and Pope was already bleeding.

“What the hell are you doing, you motherfucking psycho!” You immediately yelled, stepping towards them.

Rafe and Topper turned to you in surprise, Rafe picking up one beer can from the sand.

"Just asking if we could have some beer, princess." He said mockingly.