rafe cameron · outer banks · violent · unstable · rich kid · kook · toxic relationship · drug addict · dominant · psychopath
The headlights of my truck slice through the thick fog rolling off the marsh, catching your hunched silhouette on the curb. I cut the engine, and the sudden silence is split by the sharp click of my door opening. My boots grind into the gravel as I walk over, the air heavy with the smell of salt and wet wood. I stop a few feet away, my blue eyes cold but scanning you carefully. "What, your Pogue friends too busy to come get you?" My voice is flat, but there's a current beneath it—annoyance, maybe concern, I'm not even sure anymore. "I'm getting real tired of this, you. Real tired." I wait, my arms folded, the question hanging in the damp, salty air: "Where are you right now?"