(chapter twenty eight)

"So, what do you know about the cross?" JJ asked Clara, leaning his head back to the seat so he could see her, since she was sitting besides a driving John B on the front seat to tell him the directions to her new house.

The boy besides her and the rest of the pogues — minus Pope who had stayed behind with his father — stared at her. The blonde boy had asked her the question they all wanted to ask but didn't know how.

Clara stared back at his warm ocean blue eyes as she licked her lips, eyebrows pulling together a bit as she fall back in deep thought. "Well, what everyone else knows. It was lost deep in the sea, being on the sunk gold of the Royal Merchant. My grandmother had some own theories though, I remember her telling me she believed they were all on land. She probably has it written around her diaries somewhere, I can look?"

"It would be great," Kiara answered sharply. Clara only nod back with a tight lipped smile. She knew that Kiara didn't like her.

The two blondes send a cold glare the Carrera girl's way, as she only shrugged her shoulders in a 'what?' manner. John B cleared his throat, looking to her briefly.

"You said the gold was on island on your essay, right?" The boy asked, and the brown haired girl nodded, a little confused in how he knew that information.

"Yeah, it was the only theory that made sense. So many people had search the whole coast and the proximities for years and they never found anything," she explained, looking at her best friend then at the Routledge boy again. "And as Sarah told me, my grandma was right. You guys did find the gold on land. Therefore the cross must be around here somewhere on Obx, since Denmark would probably want it close to his legacy, that's for sure. Turn here."

And John B did, parking the van a few houses up her house, and when Clara moved to grab her bike, her shoulders tensed, Sarah almost immediatly noticing that. "Lars, what happened?"

Clara's brown eyes looked around the van windows, as she could feel the four stares on her skin. "There's police parked around here."

The four pogues' eyes widened, as they tried to see what she saw, but then seeing nothing. How did she knew-

"You want to go then we can drop you off later?" John B suggested, but the brown haired girl just shook her head.

"No, it's okay," she dismissed, pulling the bike — with the help of JJ — out of the van, only for the boy to stop her. "JJ, really, it's okay."

"I don't really trust cops decisions lately," he argued back, and Clara just sighed.

"Nothing is gonna happen either way. I'll call if it does," Clara stared at his eyes again, and they fell onto a staring contest, in which the girl would not back down. She never lost and it wouldn't be JJ Maybank who would do that.

One of his eyes turned into a slit, as he pushed his head to the side, annoyed. "Fine."

"Thank you for the ride," she smiled at JB, sending a wave to their way as she walked, with her bike by her side, to the house.

JJ continued staring until he made sure she locked the door, as he regained his front seat place and the van drove away.

Clara rested the bike on the wall, making her way to grab the jug of apple juice when there was another knock on her door. She put the juice and cup down on the table, looking through the peephole to see three agents outside her house, so she sighed, opening for them.

"Agent Bratcher," she greeted, and the man sent the girl a nod and a tight smile. "How can I help you?"

"We are here looking for your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron," he answered, and the girl clenched her jaw. "And we were wondering if he was here."

"He's not, I just came home. Mind if I asked why you're looking for him?" She tried, a sweet smile on her fake confused face. She had a suspicion, but waited for the man's reply.

"We have a warrant for him. Second degree murder of the Susan Peterkin," the man handed her the paper, in which Rafe's face with two appointed listed crimes. Second murder degree and blame placing on third party. "You don't mind us taking a look to make sure, right?"

Clara stared at the man, then to the other two agents as she forced out a smile. "Of course, please come in."

The other two agents she didn't know the name started their work immediatly, looking around the house for the boy as the SBI stared at her.

"Would you like to tell us anything you know about this?"

The brown haired girl looked up at him when she ended reading the paper, as she emotionless answered. "No, officer. You have my testimony."

"Are you aware that if there's anything you're not telling me it would be consider obstruction of justice and you can be placed in jail for it?"

"Yes, I'm very much aware, however, everything I knew I already told you, there's no more to add." She answer simple, the lies spilling away from her lips as her second nature, and the man continued staring at her, until he nodded once more.

"Very well then," he clasped his hands in front of him, and Clara went to return the paper, the the man denied. "You can keep it."

She licked her lips, sending a forced smile again as the other two agents appeared again. "Anything?"

"Negative, sir. The boy's not here."

"Thank you for the cooperation, miss Campbell. That would be all."

And when she locked the door as they left, she only rested her forehead against the wood door.

Oh, Rafe, what did you do?

Clara just couldn't stay there, brooding around over the events of the day and before, she just turned to her fridge, pulling — with a little difficulty from the back pain — from its place, then unlocking the trapdoor, finding herself hor the next few hours devouring between her grandmother's diaries.

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"Okay, so..." Clara started when she sat back down on the van besides Sarah. Her brown eyes could detect a litte tension between her and John B, but that's not why she was there.

Sarah had called her a little over twenty minutes before, when they were all driving Pope for his visit with Mee-maw, telling they would pick the Campbell girl up.

Clara looked at her phone, thinking that maybe Rafe, just maybe he would be the one to be calling her. But the boy wasn't anywhere and in complete radio silence. But the girl didn't know what she would do if he was to appear in front of her after what she knew.

"I pulled an all nighter, which will probably get to me eventually, but from what I gathered-" she opened the diary, turning around so everyone could see the drawn cross along the page, a few dashs coming from it and right beside it the wheat marking. "Royal Merchant and the cross of Saint Domingos."

Everyone was now staring at her as she went through the pages pointing it out between them as she explained.

"As we already know, my grandmother had her theory that the both treasures would be on land, not lost in sea, in which she was correct. Then she continue saying that the cross was a gift from Spain. My grandma also said she believed that they might have been a stolen treasure," Clara explained what she understod as she looked between all of them. "And apparently the cross is seven feet tall, plated in raw gold, encrusted in diamonds, emmeralds and rubies. The price being estimated about over 1 billion."

All of the people present eyes turned big at the information, as Clara was more excited to tell the rest then about the information she had just given and she could barely stay still on her seat.

"There's more. Some believe that the cross contain in it's insides the 'garment of the savior', in which it is capable of 'healing the sick from any malady'. According to the New Testament, and I quote 'as many (ill who) touched it were well made'." Clara read the lines then she looked up to the pogues. John B had parked the car, now turning back to stare at her also. "That's why the cross here on the drawing had some short of opening, there's where the garment was supposed to stay. There's also a key hole here, maybe it's where your key goes in?"

She pointed, handing the diary to Pope as he stared more closely at the cross, just like Kie and Sarah that leaned closer to see the drawing. "I don't really found anything how you or your family connects to all of this. I'm sorry, Pope."

"It's fine, Clara, that's why we're going to see Mee-maw, maybe she has the answers," the boy reassured.

John B looked over to see JJ, staring dumbfounded at Clara.

The blonde boy was amazed at how the girl had managed to take all her time and memorize it. She was so willing to help them to something she wasn't even a part of. Clara didn't look like she cared about the gold, or how much the cross was worth it, she was just happy in having people hearing her talk about the historic facts without them lookoing bothered by it.

She was happy to be listened, to be there. His mind went back all those times she was there for him, and woah, JJ really, really liked her.

Clara was selfless, loving, so, so smart, so willing to help, but she wasn't perfect, she went through so much, and she was so strong, maybe one of the strongest he had ever had the chance to meet.

She was just Clara. Not perfect, but close enough to it in JJ's eyes.

And it was scary, he wasn't used to the fluttering feeling on his stomach and chest, which he had first thought it was his anxiety peeking up here and there, but it end up being a good one.

JJ wanted to be away, but Clara Campbell was like a force that wrapped around him and pulled them in, and he was for the first time not trying to fight it that much.

He had barely noticed when John B gave him a funny teasing look, and started driving again, so JJ cleared his throat. "Can I see the key?"

Pope handed to him as he continued going through the pages of the diary, then the blonde boy gave it to John B. The brown haired boy just turned it around his finger, raising an eyebrow as he looked at his rear mirror, Clara reaching out her hand so she could take it.

And that was definitely made out of gold, the inscription so small and delicate, the girl looked at it admiring.

"Where do we come in?" Kiara asked, only for Pope and Sarah to shrug their shoulders.

"That's what we're going to find out," the Heyward boy answered as John B parked outside the retirement home, JJ climbing out to open the door for him, and while Kiara walked out to follow him Pope interrupted her. "Hey, actually, I think I'm gonna do this one by myself."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I can handle it. I don't really need you, so..." as Pope answered that Clara's eyebrows shot up as she looked to Sarah by her side, tilting her head as the blonde girl also looked shocked.

"Oh, we're just all one big happy family today, aren't we?" JJ tried to break off the quick tension, but Pope only walked away from them as the blonde boy sighed, closing the van door once more.

"Hey, man, pick you up in a bit," John B warned Pope, who just gave him a thumbs up as he entered the home, so the driver rested his head on the headrest. "Alright, where to now?"

"Can we grab something to eat? I didn't have anything since last night," Clara asked, looking around for their opinions as they all agreed, John B starting the van once more.

"Ohh, we can get some slushies," Sarah added, and Kiara just huffed, resting her body against the seat while the Routledge boy drove to the closest convenience store.

And after Clara had grabbed a few snacks for herself and some she thought the boys would enjoy it, she signalled to Kiara and Sarah to grab whatever they wanted, but the younger girl just shook her head. "You're not paying for me."

"It's no problem, really." Clara tried, but Kiara rolled her eyes. "Kie, c'mon."

"We're not your pity case, okay?"

"Alright, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Clara snapped, crossing her arms annoyed.

"My problem is that you weren't even supposed to be here in the first place. I bet that the first thing you will do if tell your little boyfriend all about it," she snapped back, and Sarah dropped the last snack on the bag as she watched confused what was happening.

"Weren't you literally the one who said that I should've looked for the diary? You were the ones who started all this bullshit, and you dragged me in this." One thing about Clara is that lately she just didn't want to fight, but why do people were always trying to push her limits. "You asked for help in the first place, but of course that after I gave you all the information you needed you will drop me off. But I don't want anything to do with that, okay?"

"Lars, Kie, please-" Sarah tried to get in the middle of the two, pulling Clara back a little as the older girl stepped closer to the younger brunette without realizing.

"I'm just here for Sarah and Pope, not for you. But I don't see why can forgive and forget whatever you felt towards Sarah, but be all moody with me. I never did anything to you, and I've been nothing but patient and mindful, but honestly, I'm fucking done." Clara ended, pulling out her card as she handed to the wary cashier who was seeing the exchange with wide eyes, Kiara only biting back her own tongue as she watched the girl grab the bags.

"Clara-" Sarah tried again, reaching to hold the girl's arm, but she shook it off.

"Here's my card, you know the pin, buy whatever," the older girl handed the small rectangle, leaving the store and going back to the van.

"Kie, what the hell?" The blonde girl turned annoyed to her friend, who just pulled her hair back and huffed.

Clara's mood was quick noticed by the two boys who just stopped talking, seeing her open the Twinkie's door and close it behind her when she stepped inside, dropping two bags between the two.

"What got your panties in a twist?" JJ asked as they looked over the bags, John B more than happy in devouring the pizza slice she got him.

"I'm hungry," she answered, taking a bite out of the pizza, as JJ raised an eyebrow, not convinced at all of her answer. "You can drop me at my house after pick Pope up so you guys can continue searching for the cross."

"What? No, you're coming with," JJ quickly denied, turning his body to face the girl. "You are literally the only person who is giving solid answers as to what we're looking for."

"He's right," John B agreed after swallowing. "You can be very helpful in figuring all those things out, you know a lot more than any of us. I wanted you to help us with the gold, but you were with..."

The boy trailed out, but her mind completed it. You were with Rafe.

Clara didn't even know what to do with that. Like before, she was trying to keep her head busy to avoid thinking about the boy and what he did. Of his lies. Of her own realization about him.

"I'm not going to tell him, you know?" She spoke after a few seconds of silence on the van. "Why would I after what he did?"

John B gave her a nod, giving the girl a small warm smile. "I know that. And you're going with us to find this thing."

She smiled, a genuine smile. She was wanted there, at least by the two and her best friend. Not because they pitied her, but because of herself. And that made her feel a warm inside.

"So, what's the deal with this Limbrey chick?" The brown haired boy asked, turning his attention to JJ, and Clara perked up at that, in which she also had no idea who she was. "Pope said she had evidence on tape that could put Ward away, right?"

"On the other hand, though, she did just try to kidnap Pope, and..." Clara's mouth hang open at that, but before she could say anything John B beat her to it.

"But think about it, all right? If we can get that evidence, it's done. We could put Ward away for good and finally get justice for my dad."

Oh, his dad. She remembered Rafe telling her that he didn't know if Ward had really killed Big John. It was two people, Clara counted, and then she remembered the murder of the two guys that came to Outerbanks a little over the beginning of summer, in which Peterkin was investigating. Did Ward killed these two, also?

"This can all be over in one shot, J. I get it, it's dangerous."

"Good thing your best friend is JJ Maybank." The boy smirked before completing. "'Cause I already got a plan."

"God," John B sighed, looking down a bit. "Hopefully it's better than springing me out of jail."

"You tried to break him out of jail?" Clara asked with wide eyes as the blonde boy smirk grew. "Did it work?"

"Nah, but this one is my best one yet. Listen," he held his finger up, before starting to explain for the two what he had planned. And when the two other girls got closer to the van again, JJ signalled with a finger pressed to his lips for them to keep quiet.

Aside from the palpable tension between Clara and Kiara, they drove back to the retirement house to pick up Pope. The Heyward biy had a serious yet anxious expression as she sighed while sitting down on the van.

"So, how'd it go?" John B was the first to gather the courage to ask what everyone was thinking.

"Shit just got way more personal."

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"I still can't believe you're related to Denmark Tanny," John B slapped the boy's shoulder as he passed a coke can to JJ and Clara that were sitting on the railings. "Are we in a presence of a royal?"

"A king?" JJ continued as John B pretended to put a crown over Pope's head. "We shall crown him. All hail the lord of Tannyhill!"

Clara smiled as they all bowed, and she bowed her head too as she saluted him with the drink, taking a sip out of it. "Everybody relax. Can we relax, please?"

"Relocate to Cat's Ass, question mark?" Sarah moved her hands as JJ pointed at her and nodded.

"I'm with that."

"How soon can we move in?" Kiara asked with a teasing smile.

"'Cause I don't have a place to stay, so..." as he clicked his can with Kiara's, but Pope only scratched his head.

"I'm just thinking about the letter, the one Limbrey sent. It had the wheat symbol on it," Pope looked back at Clara, who just nodded. "If your grandmother's right, we have to find where it's hidden, still. But if we find it, we can split like we were gonna split the gold."

"Yeah, I'm with that," JJ pointed at the boy as he regained his place back on the railing besides Clara, who was just playing with the opener of the can.

"And live happily ever after?" A new voice sounded, and Clara felt her blood run cold at how familiar it sounded. She almost lost her balance when she looked to the side and saw the woman herself with her guard dog holding an umbrella.

Clara's hand found the swiss knife in her pocket — she had taken from the drawer of her grandfather, Andrew, after she found the diary — she would never walk around without something that could protect her again.

The girl opened the knife on her pocket, eyes still locked on Renfield as he stared her down, John B and JJ walking a little in front of her, even if her body posture was taller as she was not scared in going back onto another fight.

"You assaulted my father," Pope's voice was so low as he took a step further to the woman's direction, but Renfield pulled him back.

Clara moved before the two boys in front of her could stop her, as she pushed the man's arm from Pope, the knife on a tight grip still inside the pocket. "Hands off."

"You can't hurt a fly," Renfield mocked as he looked in a sarcastic manner at her.

"Try me," she said it lowly, and the man clenched his jaw, going to hold her arm, Sarah pulled her hair back anxiously as she stared at her best friend as she was crazy. JJ behind her with a locked jaw, staring the man with a cold gaze.

"Renfield," Limbrey warned, and he dropped his hand, eyes still locked on the brown ones of the girl, who stared back with as much intensity. She never backdown from a stare contest anyway. "I didn't assult anybody."

"We can identify the psycho from a mile away," Kie said, as the woman gave her a sarcastic look.

"Why would my employee assault your father? That's absurd." She laughed as Renfield looked away first, and Clara smirked.

JJ's hands found her waist, as he pulled her back slowly —her sides tingling at that — and moved her to stay between him and John B once more, as he gave them a wink.

"Listen, we can keep on negotiating, but the fact is that I want the key." She said as Renfield went to push Pope again, and Clara moved, but John B's hand held her arm. "And I won't stop until I have it. I don't have a choice, which means you don't either."

John B pulled out a key from his pocket, holding between his two fingers up to his face as he let go of Clara's arm with a squeeze. "It's Limbrey, right? Is that right?"

When the woman turned to look at him, her face softened at seeing the key. "Yes."

"Is this what you're looking for?"

"Yes, it is."

John B tilted his head to the side a little, looking at the sea then back at her. "Looking at the tide right now, I'd say it's about 20 feet deep out there. So, if I just threw in the chanel, the probability of you finding it again is slim to none. You wanna give it a shot? See what happens?"

He pretended to throw it on the sea, and Limbrey walked with difficulty with a shout, but John B stopped, turning slowly around. "Please, don't do that."

"Get him to back the hell up," the Routledge boy's eyes were straight on Renfield.

"Of course. Back up," she said it with a fake smile, and he sent a annoyed look to the boy, making Clara smirk.

"Good dog," Clara said it with a sarcastic smile back, and the man almost moved to her again, but Limbrey hold his arm, as JJ pressed his lips into a line as he pulled her away from them even more, so she could stay over arm-length away from him.

"As I have told you from the beginning, I am willing to be reasonable," Limbrey tried again, and Pope looked at John B.

"Okay. I'll give you the key, but I want the tape."

"Of course. Of course..."

"Pope. Hey, hey-" John B moved closer to the boy, playing his part so well that Clara bit back a laugh, as JJ's elbow hit her slightly on the ribs. "You don't have to do this, okay?"

"No, it's okay-"

"No, dude, this is your family-"

"Hey, it's fine. It's okay. It's about your dad." Pope held up his hand, palm facing upwards. "That's way more important."

John B pretended to hesitate, staring the two up and down as he put the key on Pope's hand. "Oh, you're a good friend."

"The tape."

"Yes, give him the tape," she looked back at Renfield, the man taking it off his jacket pocket, as they traded at the same time the key for the tape player. "You know, I wish that you'd come to this decision earlier. We could've avoided all this unpleasantness.

As she turned to walk away and Renfield opened the umbrella, he turned to look back, eyes going between the two teenagers. "See you around, Pope, Clara."

"Don't keep her waiting," Clara said it back, as he went to catch up with Limbrey.

They waited until they were all out of sight and hearing range. "How long do you think we have until she realized she had your father's old key?"

"Ten minutes." John B shrugged.

"If she's smart maybe less. That's not even gold," Clara commented, taking another sip of the soda.

"Whose idea was the fake key?" Pope turned excited to them.

"Shockingly, not mine." Kiara said, but Clara smiled at JJ behind her can, while John B wrapped his arm around the blonde's shoulders as he also smiled.

"I don't know. Should we tell him?"

"I'm impressed, maybe you're good for something!"

"Did hell freeze over?"

"Even a blund pig can find an acorn at times," JJ laughed as Pope started shaking him, Sarah leaving a relieved sighed, as Clara stopped by her side, pulling her closer to her. "I don't know what that means, but I saw it on Reddit."

"We gotta take this tape to Shoupe," John B started, holding the tape up as he walked away.

"Yes, sir. Ward Cameron, we're coming for you, big boy!"

"It's Ward's turn now!"

And they all laughed as they started walking back to the Twinkie, but Clara felt Sarah's shoulders drop, a hiding frown on her face.

"It's okay to not be excited about it, you know?" Clara said, head still on the girl's shoulder as Sarah sighed.

"He did terrible things, that's his consequences," she said it defeatedly.

"He's still your father, love. You're allowed to be upset."

Sarah pursed her lips, nodding her head as she got up from the box, as Clara held her hand on her own, as the two walked back to the van.

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As they waited for John B to be back, the boys and Kiara were at the dock, Clara was inside the chateau waiting for Sarah to get out of the shower. Her phone opened in her father's text chat as she told where she was, until Clara heard the screen door opening.

Kiara stepped inside, in her hands were two beer bottles as she stood by the end of the couch, offering one to the older girl.

"Okay," the girl muttered to herself when Clara didn't make a move to grab the bottle, as she put it on the table in front of her. "Can we talk?"

"Didn't we already?"

The Carrera girl sighed, sitting down besides Clara on the couch, and the girl grabbed the diary to put it out of the way as she moved unconfortable as far as she could.

"I'm just gonna rip off the band-aid, okay? You don't have to say anything, but please just listen," Kiara started, as she felt uncomfortable under the emotionless brown eyes of the girl.

One thing Clara was proud off was how easy was for her to turn off any signs of emotion from her face when she wanted to. She had to learn that when you luve under the same roof as a narcissist person.

"In nineth grade you and Sarah were the only people I had left, okay? I really thought we had this special bond, you were my best friend, but when Sarah bailed on me, you did too." Kiara rambled. "And I know I'm being hypocrite, that I forgave Sarah but not you. But you not even try to fight for me hurt way more than just being ghosted on."

"Kiara, what do you mean I didn't try to fight for our friendship? You disappeared, you cut every type of communication I could had with you. I was fourteen and in case you didn't notice, I couldn't really leave my house on week days. And when I did you were nowhere to be found!" Clara argued, moving her hands around to explain her point. "I did try."

Kiara bit her lip, hands playing with the bracelets on her arm. "You did?"

"Whenever I could, until I didn't anymore. Why would I try to continue fighting for someone who doesn't even want to see my face?" Clara asked, seeing Kiara push her hair back.

After a few minutes of silence, the younger girl looked up to Clara once more.

"All this time I had all of this build up inside of me, just for it to be a major miscommunication?"

Clara left out a snort, nodding her head. "You're really bad at communicating or expressing your feelings, Kie."

"Am not?"

"You are though."

Kiara then moved foward, hand holding out the beer from the table as a peace ofeering, and this time Clara grabbed it. The younger girl tipped the beer so it could click on Clara's, then took a sip.

"I don't really drink beer..."

"Oh, for fucks's sake-"

The boys came flooding in on the house, exchanging looks as they saw the two girls sitting side by side and the house not on the ground. They took it as a good sign, as JJ plopped on Clara's right side, the girl offering him the beer which he happily took.

And after John B was back and Sarah latched Clara's hand on her own, the three girls sat down on the couch outside. All the pogues were happy, almost shouting about how Ward was getting what he deserved.

He was, actually, but that didn't mean it was easy for the young Cameron.

Sarah despised the things her father did, but it was still her father, and like Clara said she was allowed to be upset. So the blonde girl just rested her back against Clara, and the older girl hugged her back while Kiara laughed, but when the girl turned and saw the bitter look on Sarah's face her own fell.

"Do you regret it?" She asked, and Sarah shook her head, hands playing with Clara's fingers.

"No. He deserves all of it, and I know that."

"He's your dad. I get it. I'm sure it sucks to be in the middle," as Kiara said that, Clara felt her phone vibratin in her pocket, and when she pulled it out there was a picture of Topper smiling back to her.

"Hey, Top," she said as she answered, the two girls looking at the older one.

"Hey, Lars, uh..." he cleared his throat. "Are you with Sarah?"

"Yeah, she's here with me," Clara's eyes trailed to the blonde girl inside her arms, and Sarah furrowed her eyebrows.

"Okay, so I was having lunch with my grandfather, and the police showed up so he could sign a few papers," the boy explained, and Clara could clearly see how his arms were moving. "It was a arrest warrant for Mr Cameron. And I wanted to call you so that if she needed to say anything for him..."

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Thank you, Top."

"Oh, and Clara-" he called out again, and the girl stared at the boys inside. "Rafe's in jail. They found him trying to get away from the city."

Clara swallowed down a lump in her throat, but she nodded.

"Thank you for telling me."

"I'll be here if you two need me for anything okay?"

And after she thanked him again, Clara turned to the two girls. "They are going to arrest your father. Judge Thornton just signed the papers."

At that Sarah opened her mouth, as she got up, following Clara. Kiara nodded, calling out for the boys that they needed to go. And now there they were, inside the Twinkie, seeing all the police cars flying through the street going to the Tannyhill estate.

"Oh my God, can you please hurry? I need to be there for Wheezie," Sarah asked as John B made a turn.

"You think I'm gonna miss this?" He asked back, and emotionless expression on his face as Clara sighed when she heard the answer.

C'mon, JB, not the time. She tought, and JJ raised an eyebrow to her.

And when they got out of the van, the group stopped to see over the wall, but Clara just rolled her eyes. "What are you guys doing, just jump over?"

"What do you mean jump over-"

"Sarah can go in and out, that's her house. It's not like it's being a secret or anything," Clara argued, as she pulled herself up on the wall, then jumped to the other side. Sarah being right after her, and John B doing the same.

"What's going on, why is the police here?" Wheezie asked, as Sarah walked faster to get to her sister, pulling the girl into a hug.

Clara looked at Rose, as the woman was slightly shaking, so she tried to give her a soft smile.

"Go inside. Don't come out," Sarah said, cupping Wheezies face as the girl's lip trembled, and she follow what her older sister said, Rose giving them a nod as she closed the door.

"He's at the dock," Pope observed, and the group of teens started walking to where all of the police guards were shouting back and forth between them and Ward.

Sarah called out for her father, while they all tried to get through.

"That's Sarah Cameron! Let her through!" Shoupe yelled to the officers, as they all made way for them to pass.

"What are you doing here, Sarah?!" Ward shouted at her, the girl with tears in her eyes as she couldn't find the strenght to let go of Clara's hands as they could walk closer to the end of the dock.

"Dad, what are you doing?" She asked back.

"Vic, you gotta get her out of here! She can't be here right now!"

Sarah was so, so scared. Her hands were shaking as Clara tried to give her a squeeze of reassurance, as Shoupe tried to make the man give in.

"Just come on in, and you can talk to her!"

"Sarah, I'm so sorry, baby. I can't!" Ward replied, pulling the anchor back.

Clara since she was young could find very simple to drown out the shouting when she could keep her mind occupied. Her eyes were focused on the police boats getting closer by the minute, with how anxious Ward looked. Not the "I'm about to be arrested one", not like she could even tell the difference. He was just not scared, and that didn't feel right to her.

He was running around, moving thingns out of the way as everyone else were shouting things she wasn't paying attention to as she saw one of the boats going straight to him faster than the others. And them it clicked in her head, she realized what he was about to do.

"Sarah, you can't-" she tried to get the girl's attention out of it, but it was too late. The smaller boat crashed onto the Druthers, a large explosion taking over every corner of the boat, as they all stumble back by the force of it.

Sarah had let gonof her hand, her own covering her heart as she found hard to breathe. "No... Dad! No!"

Clara's heart sunk as she stared at the exploded boat in shock, but she couldn't stop right now at that, she needed to be there fir Sarah. Strong for her best friend.

The blonde looked at John B, who didn't spare a single look to her as he was emotionless staring at the boat, and Clara walked closer, pulling the girl into her own arms as Sarah sobbed, tears flowding her eyes down her cheeks, her knees buckling under her.

"I got you, I got you," Clara said as she was the girl's support, crouching down so she could still hold the sobbing girl, who was resting her head on her chest.

The Campbell tried to pull Sarah's eyes away from the boat, and she did when Sarah accepted the hug, hiding her face on the girl's neck.

"You'll be okay, love." She whispered back as her hands caressed her back up and down while the tears soaked her shirt.

Clara bit back her own tears, looking up at the pogues, who were just as speechless as everyone else, standing without knowing what to do. And she pressed her lips into a line when John B then looked at them.

It's not like could blame him for not being sad over that. Ward did kill his father, after all.

And she kept holding Sarah until her cries soothed.

Episode 6 had so much happening that I had to part it in 2, but here we are.

Yeah, Clafe is not on their best moments right now, but how could they, right?

We have Sclara and Maybell moments tho.

I love JB and Clara's friendship, okay? They gonna have a whole lot of it next season also.

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