"I'm not listening to your bullshit. I need to find my dad." Rafe walks off. "Rafe just please listen to me. For once don't listen to your dad!" I yell to him. He turns around to look at me. I see his dad coming out of the house. "You need help Rafe. Rehab, therapist, psychologists. I can help you just please don't listen to him." I plead.
"He's the only thing keeping me out of prison, from getting the fucking death penalty. You can't help me." He gets in my face. "Rafe!" His dad calls him. He walks back to his house. I see Ward wink at me and I feel gross. I walked back to the Chaute.
"You went to see him again didn't you." Pope sat up angrily. "He needs help." "Yeah psychological help." JJ jokes. "I'm trying to get him that but he's so indulged in Wards lies that he thinks Ward is his saviour." I started hyperventilating.
John B hugged me. "Y/n. You can't save everyone. That day on the Tarmac you know what Rafe did to Peterkin was his own decision."
"I know. But he was just trying to get his dad to be proud of him." I cried into John B's shirt. They were all silent after I said that. None of them knew what to say without insulting Rafe.
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FanfictionImagines/gifs and one shots Most of the one shots are X reader Started:2018 Finished: 2021 (A/n: i honestly hate everything I wrote in this and want to delete it.)
