the door to the old run down trailer creaks open, yellow light from inside spilling out into the darkness of the night.

lighting up a figure just below the stairs, a duffle back beside their feet and a backpack slung over their shoulders.

you.

you stand with red and puffy eyes, your chin trembles as if you might burst into tears any moment now.

rafe’s features falters and he takes a step down the porch, his usual wifebeater hugging his form— he flicks his cigarette to the gravel ground.

“what’s the matter, darlin’?” he speaks, his voice gruff and his southern accent thick. he takes another few steps down the trailer stairs— feet meeting the ground.

your eyes water and you break down when he embraces you. you cry into his shoulder, body trembling.

your parents had kicked you out. they’d been on the verge of it ever since you mentioned you got together with rafe— but unexpected pregnancy? that was their last straw.

you were the daughter of one the the richest kook families on the island, you had a reputation to keep up.

and being with the well know dealer and trailer trash wasn’t a way to keep it up.

especially not now when said trailer trash had gotten you pregnant.

“what wrong?” rafe spoke, pulling away from you but keeping his large calloused hands on your biceps.