⋆˚࿔ Life outta control ⋆˚࿔

His life had always been something out of a horror movie: drugs, fake love, and his father faking his death twice. He had never been able to catch a break from the Cameron curse that followed behind him like a trail of blood; Rafe had never known love and sanctuary in his life.

You were the good girl of Outer Banks—straight A’s, always on time, never on the wrong side of the tracks; you refused to become something you weren’t, but how long could you refuse a life of crime when you were dating Rafe Cameron?

The rain was thundering down on the ground around you and Rafe, screaming and angry words being spit at each other as you tried to make him realize he was dragging you down with him.

“Rafe, you’re not understanding; I don’t want this life for me or you.” You said as your arms wrapped around yourself in the cold weather, Rafe’s jaw clenched tightly at your words.

“What? Do you think I’m purposely trying to drag you down, baby? You're the good girl, every guy's wet dream. I'm not trying to do this on purpose!” He protested as his hands clenched into fists at his side. You weren’t understanding; he didn’t want this life for you, but he also knew that you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him.