CHAPTER 24
I threw some things
I smashed some things
What happens next?
I haven't figured out yet
-Evan and Jaron, "Couldn't Care Less About"
"Caleb killed me."
Rafe stood motionless, his face blank.
He didn't know how to process the news. At that moment, he didn't know anything.
He was surprised he still remembered to breathe. It wasn't like he needed to... He was already dead!
Alison quietly eased herself away from him, climbing back onto the bed. She wanted to give him his space because she wasn't sure how he would react.
"I'm dead," Rafe muttered angrily. "I'm dead!"
His hazel eyes clouded over with rage.
"Damn you, Caleb!" he roared suddenly, smashing the vanity mirror with his fist.
***
"Rafe!" Alison shrieked, rushing to his side.
She took his injured hand in hers, carefully surveying the damage. His knuckles were bleeding profusely, and she didn't know what to do.
Luckily, fate stepped in.
"Alison! Rafe!" Lucy shouted, throwing upon the guestroom door. "Are you two okay? I heard-"
Her eyes darted from her shirtless cousin's bloody knuckles, to the scantily clad Alison, to the shattered mirror before them.
"-a crash."
"We had a little accident," explained Alison meekly, forcing a smile.
"Oh," Lucy murmured thoughtfully. "You had an accident."
She smiled, too, taking a deep breath, before screaming, "Ian!"
I threw some things
I smashed some things
What happens next?
I haven't figured out yet
-Evan and Jaron, "Couldn't Care Less About"
"Caleb killed me."
Rafe stood motionless, his face blank.
He didn't know how to process the news. At that moment, he didn't know anything.
He was surprised he still remembered to breathe. It wasn't like he needed to... He was already dead!
Alison quietly eased herself away from him, climbing back onto the bed. She wanted to give him his space because she wasn't sure how he would react.
"I'm dead," Rafe muttered angrily. "I'm dead!"
His hazel eyes clouded over with rage.
"Damn you, Caleb!" he roared suddenly, smashing the vanity mirror with his fist.
***
"Rafe!" Alison shrieked, rushing to his side.
She took his injured hand in hers, carefully surveying the damage. His knuckles were bleeding profusely, and she didn't know what to do.
Luckily, fate stepped in.
"Alison! Rafe!" Lucy shouted, throwing upon the guestroom door. "Are you two okay? I heard-"
Her eyes darted from her shirtless cousin's bloody knuckles, to the scantily clad Alison, to the shattered mirror before them.
"-a crash."
"We had a little accident," explained Alison meekly, forcing a smile.
"Oh," Lucy murmured thoughtfully. "You had an accident."
She smiled, too, taking a deep breath, before screaming, "Ian!"