John B cleared his throat nervously. His eyes scanned the police station. The secretary was chatting over radio with someone. "Are you there?".

"Uhm excuse me ma'am", John B spoke and the woman looked at him. Her voice was cold:"Now is not a good time, kid".

"I know who shot the sheriff". Her gaze set on him as she lifted him her finger and told John B to stay put.
Just when she was about to go and grab a deputy, the radio went off once again.

"Central, three Vick. We have a suspect in our 31. John Routledge".
John Bs heart dropped as the secretary stopped moving in shock.

The radio continued, perfectly describing what John B was wearing. "16 year old white male. Six foot. Last seen wearing a 'Bad Brains' Tshirt and a faded red hoodie".

"Copy that", the secretary said and looked at John B,"Just breathe, all right?".

"Hands where I can see them", a deputy entered, his gaze fixed on John B.

JB felt like a deer on a highway looking straight into the headlight of a car coming his way. He whispered:"I- I didn't do it".

"Don't -", the deputy said, but John B had already turned around and started to run,"move!".

Guns cocked while John B ran away from the cops, he ran up to the black Nissan thanking god that Anastasia was already behind the steering wheel.

-

"Why did you give me these?", JJ asked once Anastasia handed something to the backseat, looking at the license plates.

Anastasia sighed, her gaze fixed on the entrance to the police station:"I have a bad feeling we're gonna have to run from the cops".

"God no", Pope groaned and ran his hands over his face,"Don't drive too fast or I'll throw up".

"Dude!", Kiara hit Pope on his shoulder. JJ on the other hand tried hard to not get hit. "Don't give him more weed, JJ".

"Nah bro don't listen to her", Pope whined,"I need more". JJ just chuckled and handed his friend a vape. Kiara rolled her eyes hard. But before she could say anything, the car revved up aggressively.

John B pushed the door of the police station open and Anastasia could already see three deputies behind him, all pointing their guns at John B. Anastasia muttered underneath her breath, watching John B run around the car to the passenger seat:"Here we go again".

Anastasia started to drive before he had even managed to close the door behind him. The car revved up at full speed, the deputies had no chance. All they could do was to watch the black lights.
"Neat Neat Neat" by The Damned was playing on the stereo.

-

The brunette got out of her car, hands still shaking after the race she just won against the fucking police. John B and JJ were still sitting in her Nissan, discussing their options. Pope was throwing up in the woods and Kiara followed him, playing mental support. His stomach couldn't take the weed and the way Anastasia just had do drive.

They had do take a different car, Anastasia knew right away. But she didn't want the car of Kiara's parents, like Kie offered. Of course the cops would look for John Bs friends and whatever vehicles they could get.

So Anastasia decided to take a totally different car, one that would even meet her standards.

"What's your plan?", JJ asked once he go out of the Nissan, that was parked in a shed in the woods. He saw Anastasia working on an old motorcycle that was left standing in this shed for quite a while.

"I'll fix this and then leave to grab us a new car", Anastasia said while she was cleaning the carburetor, hoping that would make the bike start,"And then we'll see from there".

"What do you mean, Ana?", JJ replied and even though Anastasia's back was turned to him, she knew he was standing right behind her.

When she turned around their eyes met and she answered with a soft smile on her lips:"I don't know, J. We could run and leave this shit town".

"You'd do that? Leave with me?", he quickly added,"And the rest of course".

Her lips curled up into a smile when she wrapped her arms around JJs neck and hugged him tightly. "Yes", she whispered,"I'd do anything".

JJ couldn't suppress the smile on his lips or the pain in his eyes. No one has ever told him something like this. She'd leave with him. Leave everything behind. Because for Anastasia he was enough. It was the first time JJ had ever been enough for someone.

He was speechless. Therefore Anastasia just pulled out of the hug and looked back at the motorcycle. "Let's just hope this thing works".

After a few kicks the engine roared and a little smile settled on Anastasia's lips. She fixed it.

"Ana, wait", JJ quickly said after looking Anastasia up and down. She was only wearing shorts and a tank top. God, she would catch a cold riding like that. Without any comment he took off his hoodie and handed it over to Anastasia.

"Thanks", she whispered and quickly put it on. Smiling to herself when she felt the soft fabric on her skin and inhaled the scent of her favorite blonde.

How can someone look cute and badass at the same time? JJ asked himself.

"Want me to go with you?", JJ whispered into her ear.

Anastasia just shook her head as she got on the bike. "I think I'll have to do this one thing alone, J. I'll be back before morning. Stay here if you can".

"We will". She drove off into the darkness of the night.

"Where's she going?", Kiara suddenly spoke up startling JJ. He didn't know she was back already after supporting Pope when he had to throw up. Neither Anastasia nor JJ had realized that Kiara had been watching them.

"I don't know", JJ shrugged his shoulders and got back into the Nissan, where Pope and John B were,"But she'll be back".

-

Rafe Cameron was sitting on the porch, drinking. He just took the first bottle in the cupboard, not caring what it was. All that he wanted was to forget about what happened.

He hurt Anastasia. His Anastasia.
He felt miserable about it.
He didn't even know he was capable of hurting her. After all she was the only one he actually cared for.

While drowning himself in his thoughts and bad feelings, feelings that he didn't even know he was able to feel. Pain. Weakness. Sadness.
Eventually he put the bottle back on the table once he heard a motorcycle approaching.

Rafe knew it wasn't Barry's motorcycle. He could tell by sound alone. So he got up and followed the sound, that was coming from their grounds. Who the hell was trespassing on Tannyhill?

Once he approached the garage, the engine turned off. Silence. Rafe followed his instinct towards the garage, where one of their most prized possessions were kept.

The Corvette C5.
The car only Anastasia knew of.
And suddenly Rafe was running towards the garage.

The garage door had just been opened. Even in the darkness, he knew exactly who was standing in front of the car.

"Hello, love".

Anastasia's heart dropped. He was here. Of course he had to be here. A sigh escaped her lips and she continued walking towards the car, ignoring Rafe, who was following her.

"You broke into the garage door, but you're not going to break the car locks too", Rafe spoke up, watching Anastasia pull on the handle. Of course it was closed.

"You sure about that?", Anastasia scoffed and rolled her eyes. She didn't look at Rafe. Neither did she hear him walking towards her. All that she wanted was to take this car and get the hell away from him and this toxic family.

For a tenth of a second Anastasia actually believed Rafe had left her alone again.
But she was wrong.

Rafes hand had wrapped around her throat too quickly. Anastasia didn't even stand a chance to fight him, when he forced her to turn around and face him.
Hazel eyes met his ocean ones.

Even in this mess they couldn't stop eyefucking each other.

Shivers ran down Rafes back while his eyes dilated. Anastasia's mouth opened slightly, licking her lips. His gaze followed every small movement of her and dropped down to her lips.
That was the moment Anastasia realized what she was letting him do.

Her hand grabbed his, trying to loosen his grip around the throat. "Take your fucking hands off of me".

"Oh really?", a chuckle fell off Rafes lips,"I expected you to say harder".

"Fuck this", Anastasia yelled and ripped his hand away from her. But she couldn't bring herself to turn away from him. Because the moment she had pushed him away, the hood slipped off her hair and revealed her entire face. The cut on her cheek.

The wave of guilt washed over Rafe once again when his eyes settled on the wound. He slowly reached out his hand and Anastasia let him. His thumb caressed the wounded skin.

"I'm sorry", Rafe whispered,"Does it still hurt?".

Anastasia wanted to melt under his touch, but the thought of Rafe killing Peterkin came back to her mind. Her voice was ice cold.

"This is one of my smallest problems right now, Rafe", Anastasia pushed Rafe back,"In case you forgot: You murdered a police officer! And now you're trying to blame John B and me!".

"I was protecting my father", Rafe hissed back. The moment she pushed him away, he was getting aggressive just like Anastasia herself.

"No you weren't, Rafe", Anastasia pushed him again,"All you fucking did was trying to control everyone around you! Trying to make him love you!".

He shook his head resilient to what she said. Even though in his heart Rafe knew Anastasia was right.

"I don't know when you're ever going to understand that you can't make someone love you!", Anastasia yelled, when she continued talking her eyes teared up,"And you push those away, who actually love you!".

Rafe could basically hear his heart shatter. For a long time he had believed no one could love him - all this time he had been too caught up to see Anastasia loved him. Even though she told him so many times, that all she would ever feel for him was hate. 
She had loved him.

Tears were making their way up to his ocean eyes. Waves ready to spill over and flood everything. His voice broke when he spoke up:"I'm so sorry".

Anastasia shook her head. She didn't want to hear his lies.

"Let me fix this", Rafe begged,"Please! Let me try and fix this. I don't -". His voice broke again. "- I can't loose you".

Her hazel eyes had filled up with tears, just like his. Here she was standing, looking at the man she used to love. The guy, who couldn't contain himself, who'd kill. The reason John B was on the run. The man, who killed Peterkin.
The only man she ever loved.

A decision had to be made.
Between him and the pogues.