Hazel eyes locked with ocean eyes.

Both still hiding behind the plane, none could see them, yet.

Rafe pointed the gun to the ground, clenching his jaw once he saw Anastasia right in front of him.
She really had to be everywhere. Crossing his mind, his path. And now he was meddled up in this fucked up situation.

"Don't do it", Anastasia's voice was shaking seeing the death in his eyes,"Please, Rafe".

He shook his head, unsure of what to do. His emotions clouded his mind. Stuck in between saving his dad and Anastasia.

"Please Rafe, I'm begging you". Anastasia looked down at his shaking hand, then back up again at his eyes as she slowly reached her hand out.

"No", his gaze drifted down her shaking hands, coming closer to him,"Go away".
He loves her touch.
But his dad.

Rafe didn't know what to do.
He was torn.
Everything was breaking apart.
He had to do something.

It was all happening too fast.
Anastasia reached out for his gun and he knew she was gonna stop him.
She was gonna stop him from saving his dad.

Anastasia or Ward?
Both.
Not possible.

Rafe raised the gun, but Anastasia had already gotten a hold of it and she pointed it straight to her forehead.

The look in his eyes didn't change. He was going to kill someone today. So Anastasia cried out, her voice breaking:"Shoot me!".

He walked forwards, she backwards.
Both of their hands shaking, but holding the gun surprisingly steady.

Never in her entire life would've Anastasia thought Rafe would be able to pull a gun on her without immediately pulling it back.
But he certainly was.

Rafe still wasn't sure what to do. His gaze trembling back and forth between her eyes, lips and the gun.

"If you want to shoot someone", Anastasia whispered one last time,"Shoot me, Rafe".

Anastasia's eyes filled with tears, looking at his ocean eyes. They were red and filled with tears just like hers. Rafe had to be on a substance, Anastasia told herself, or he would've already pulled the gun away. Right?

"I was yours to break anyways", her voice nothing more but a whisper as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She took her hand off the gun to wipe the tear away.

Rafe would bring death upon her.
Anastasia, deep down in her heart knew, she'd love him anyways.
This would be the end for them.

Anastasia's head hit the asphalt as she fell to the ground.
The gunshot still echoed in the air.

"No", Sarah whimpered, while John B gasped.

"Rafe, no", Ward sighed,"What did you do?".

"I saved you, dad", Rafe chuckled breathless, looking down at what he had done.
Crimson spreading on the asphalt.
A pool of red blood.
Just like he had done last year.

Peterkin was on the ground, coughing, grasping for air. John B was over her, trying to stop the bleeding with his bare hands. But blood was everywhere.

Anastasia couldn't do anything but just kneel right where Rafe had shoved her. She could feel hot blood running down her cheek from where she hit the asphalt.

Rafe didn't shoot her, he shot Peterkin.
Peterkin was dying and Anastasia couldn't move a single muscle. Her stomach was turning and twisting, she wanted to throw up. Her mind was messing with her, images of the past flashing up right before his eyes when Rafe had stabbed someone.

He still hadn't lowered the gun, even though his sister was begging him to. Rafe wanted to shoot John B too, as he tried to grant Peterkin her last wish and call for help with her police radio.

Peterkin would die right in front of all their eyes. Ward tried to calm his son down, but he was too high from killing someone. Anastasia slowly got back up on her feet. She couldn't hear Sarah's sobs, she didn't hear Ward talking to Rafe.
All she cared about was to get John B out of the firing line.

Her hand touched John B at his shoulder, trying to get him up on his feet. She didn't waste a single second looking at Rafe or Ward. All Anastasia did was pull John B back up on his feet, away from Peterkins corpse. "John B, we need to go".

"You're not going anywhere!", Rafe yelled and pointed the gun straight at John Bs face. Anastasia pushed herself in front of him.

"I'm not leaving without you", John B looked over to Sarah, who just told him to run and leave with Anastasia.

Anastasia was looking at Rafe.
Her eyes filled with nothing but hatred. No tears, no pain, nothing else.

Rafes gaze softened once his saw the blood running down her cheeks and he immediately dropped the gun. He walked towards her, wanting to make sure she's all right and apologize.

But Anastasia just shook her head, grabbed John Bs hand and ran away.

-

Watercolor eyes met two pairs of hazel ones when he turned around after hearing someone approaching. His jaw dropped. "What happened? Ana? John B?".

Kiara and Pope continued bombarding them with questions, even though all they could do was to stare blankly. John B looked down his hands and shirt once he heard his friends ask whose blood that was.

"Oh god, Ana", Kiara gasped when she approached her friend and cupped her face,"You're bleeding".

Crimson was spread all over her cheek and it would stop bleeding, though it was just a small cut. Until Kiara saw what was going on: Anastasia was crying. Tears were falling from her eyes and she had no control over it, over anything really. Her entire body was shaking like hell.

JJ couldn't continue looking at Anastasia like this, he had to know what happened. So he grabbed John B by his shoulders, shaking him really hard. "What the hell happened out there, JB!".

Suddenly John B awoke out of his trance. He heard a siren cry out and quickly hid behind a shed, pulling Anastasia with him just like she pulled him all the way here, running through the woods and after almost getting ran over by a car.

"Rafe shot Peterkin", John B answered still in shock,"She's bleeding out. She wanted to arrest Ward. Fucking hell!".
His fist hit some trash that was laying around and made a loud noise, which made Anastasia jump. "All because of that stupid maniac Rafe Cameron!".

"Hey, it's over Ana", Kiara tried to calm her friend down,"You're safe here".

Anastasia wasn't crying because she was scared.
She was crying because she loved a man, who just murdered a police officer.
She was crying because the man she loved pointed a gun straight at her.

"Fuck we need a plan", Pope was pacing back and forth around the backyard of the Chateau. He knew they needed to leave. The cops would probably look here first. But sadly Popes head was already starting to get clouded by the weed JJ had offered him.

But he had no idea where to start. John B was angry and cursing everything, while Anastasia was standing there in complete and utter shock.
Kiara couldn't do anything to make her stop. Nothing worked.

JJ Maybank was the last hope considering he always had plans even though they were never thought through. So the blonde boy grabbed the keys of Anastasia's car and slightly shoved Kie off the side so he could stand in front of Ana and look into her hazel eyes.

"Ana, listen to me", He dropped the keys right into her hand and started to explain,"We need your help. Rafe killed someone and I expect Ward to make the cops believe you and John B are at fault. We-".

Anastasia stopped listening once she heard JJ say they'd blame her and John B.
They couldn't right? They certainly wouldn't.

Rafe would not do this to her.
Just like she wouldn't go to the cops and tell them the truth about what happened at the airstrip - tell them it was Rafe.

Anastasia realized: Yes, the Cameron would and could.

So she had to do what needed to be done, tell the cops it wasn't John B.

And finally she was back to herself. She stopped crying and clutched her keys in hand.

Kiara was looking back and forth between JJ and Anastasia. Watching him wipe the tears off of her face and try to clean the cut on her cheek. Watching them interact with each other made Kiara remember how much chemistry these two have. Probably more than she'll ever have with her, Kie thought.

-

Rafe Cameron was pacing back and forth in his father's office, waiting for his arrival. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins ever since he got on that airstrip. But even more so, when he saw Anastasia.

Even though Rafe Cameron's mind is filled with anger, he would never want to hurt Anastasia. But when he shoved her down, her head hitting the asphalt and red blood poured over her cheek, his heart broke a little.
He didn't want to hurt her.
He didn't want her involved at all.
All that he tried to do was save his dad.

Ward Cameron entered his office, the door slamming shut behind him. "What the hell did you think, Rafe?".

"I wanted to save you", Rafe smiled slightly.

"You-", Ward stopped and took a deep breath. He knew there was no point in discussing with his son. After all it was his own fault he clearly failed in raising his son.

"What did you tell the police?", Rafe asked the smirk on his lips growing bigger when he heard his father's response.

"It was John B, who shot Peterkin".

Suddenly Rafes smile dropped and his voice was harsh like a bullet:"What did you say about Anastasia?".

Ward Cameron sighed, frowning. Anastasia Hill was the only thing that could go wrong in his plan. She was unpredictable and the daughter of Freddy Hill - Wards business partner.
He couldn't put any blame on her or the cops would be up his ass because of her father. But he also couldn't hide the fact that she was there in the airstrip, or there was no way he'd also blame her in case he had to.

"I told them there was a brunette girl with John B on the airstrip. Someone who isn't local", Ward explained.

"-You did what?!", Rafe Cameron yelled and grabbed his father at his shoulder, pushing his back against the bookshelf behind him,"Why would you bring her into this?!"

"She could tell the whole ass story and blame you!", Ward shouted, pushing his son off of him,"Do you want that?!".

"Anastasia wouldn't", Rafe quickly shook his head. She didn't snitch on him last year after watching him stab a guy, who looked at Anastasia and Rafe the wrong way.

"-You sure about that?!", Ward hissed back,"You pulled a gun on her and then pushed her so hard she started bleeding".

Rafe Cameron took a few steps backwards, unsure of what he should think. Unsure if what he did was right - he hurt her. And now the cops were probably looking for John B and Anastasia - if she'd stay brunette.

-

"Ana, what are we doing at the police station?", JJ asked, looking outside the tinted window from the backseat of the Nissan.

"Somebody's gotta tell them what happened", John B answered instead of Anastasia. The girl was still gripping into the steering wheel, debating if this was the right move.

Popes fanatic coughing interrupted her thoughts. He smoking weed in the back of her car, trying to calm down after failing his interview and having to sit in middle of the backseat. Crushed between Kie and JJ, while Anastasia was driving even crazier than usual.

"Ohh easy there Chief", JJ padded his friend on the back and turned back around to look at Anastasia and John B. "I'm just gonna be real with you right now. You may end up in the lions den, but you don't go there on purpose".

"Just like my old man told me: you should never ever trust cops. No matter what the circumstance is".

"-Your old man is an abusive liar", Kiara cut JJ off. She was pissed about all of this. Pope smoking weed while their friends were at the breaking point.

"I agree with JJ", Pope said, making Anastasia turn around to stare at him in shock, not expecting his response,"Fuck the police".

"-You going to the dark side now?", Kie scoffed.

"-When has the police ever helped us?!".

"Peterkin looked out for me. Tried to at least", John B sighed and looked over to Anastasia,"They need to know. You wanna come?".

Anastasia slowly shook her head. She didn't want to go in there and tell them Rafe had shot someone. She didn't want anything to do with this - standing in between Rafe and the pogues.

So John B left without her. And while Kie, Pope and JJ started discussing about John Bs decision and why the hell Pope was smoking weed, Anastasia suddenly felt her stomach twisting once again. As if she knew something would go miserably wrong.
So she opened the door and got out of her car.