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summary: you’ve been hurt too many times to count. how can you trust rafe won’t end up like the others? your insecurities come to a head at a party and rafe reassures you in the only way he can.
cw: none??? non-explicit, social drinking, flirting (should that be a warning idk), trauma from past relationships, rafe and his hand placement cause that should be a warning in itself…if I missed anything lmk! :)
You weren’t sure what was causing the bile bubbling in your throat. Perhaps the vodka swishing in your red solo cup. Or maybe it was the shameless blonde twirling her slick backed high ponytail around her clawed finger while flirting with your boyfriend.
She had been trailing him like a puppy desperate for attention despite the fact that you and Rafe arrived together. You wanted nothing more than to drag her to the street by her artificial bleach blonde extensions and claw her eyes out.
Perhaps what hurt more was Rafe entertaining her. He genuinely looked engaged - nodding along to whatever bull was spilling from her lips; smiling whenever she let out a saccharine over-enthusiastic giggle that could even be heard over the blaring music.
Finally, she took her leave. But not without his cup, assuming Rafe has accepted her offer to get him another drink.
“Hey baby,” he greets with a kiss on your cheek.
You refuse to respond, only taking another harsh swig of the bitter liquid to avoid his eyes.
“Alright, what’s with the attitude?” He sighs.
Rolling your eyes, “Got tired of your mistress over there?”
Another heavy sigh escapes his lips, “Babe, I don’t even know her. I was just trying to be nice.”
You scoff, “Yeah nice enough to get in her pants.”
You finally look up at him with your bitter retort. The dim lighting, flashing cheap strobe lights only accentuated Rafe’s sharp features and buzzcut. But you couldn’t get distracted - you were mad at him, furious actually.
So you pushed, “What, was this party just a front for a secret rendezvous behind my back?”
“No, of course not! I would never do that,” Rafe attempted to reason. He wanted to try and settle this calmly. But among all things, he did not like his loyalty being questioned. His reformed persona was starting to slip.
You scoffed, “And why should I believe that?”
That was it. Something snapped in him as he harshly grabbed your jaw, pushing you against a nearby wall.
He felt it. The sharp but quiet inhale. His knuckles slowly turning white.
He loosened his grip just a bit. Enough to hold you but not harm you. Before the old him took more control.
“Because I’m yours and you’re mine,” he growled, “nothing and no one will change that. I don’t want anyone else. Why would I ever betray you like that, huh?”
Rafe could hear his pulse in his hears, almost drowned by the thumping bass of the party.
Fearlessly, you stared into his dark irises, “You wouldn’t be the first.”
In your mind you knew Rafe would never. But your heart said otherwise. Kept planting seeds of doubt, whispering that he was no better than the others despite every action that proved otherwise.
Rafe’s amber eyes softened in understanding.
Your eyes. The ones that always found him in every crowded room. Now they were clouded with emotions he’d never wished upon you. Ones he hated himself for causing.
His grip shifted to your wrist, guiding you through the sea of people and out the door.
The cool August air burned your nostrils. Weaving through a maze of parked cars, back to the one you two had arrived in.
“Rafe, what’re yo-“
Before you could finish, he swiftly lifted you onto the hood of the car - goosebumps erupting down your legs as the bare half of your thigh made contact with the metal.
“Look at me,” His rough, calloused hands moved to gently yet firmly cup your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eyes and nowhere else.
He knew of your past relationships - what you chose to divulge to him at this stage in dating. He understood most of them cheated; God only knew why. But now, looking at your stoic, broken eyes, he truly understood how deep the damage went.
“Do you know how insulting that is? To be accused of something based on somebody else’s actions?” He nearly growled, trying to hold back the anger simmering low in his belly.
“But I love you, and I’m not going to let those stupid voices in your head ruin this for us.” Rafe let out a deep sigh, shoulders sagging as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
You blinked in surprise. You had only been dating 3 months. Had Rafe really developed such strong feelings?
“I don’t care what the others did, I’m not them,” he continued, “You are the only person who looks at me like I’m worth something. You make me want to be better,” he swallowed thickly, “ I would never, ever throw that away from some random party chick. Okay?”
You sighed, eyes watering and swallowing the lump in your throat.
“It’s not that simple Rafe,” you sniffled, “I want to believe you, I just - I -“ you stuttered as tears threatened to spill over.
“I know baby, I know,” he pressed his forehead to yours, “it’s going to take time, this won’t erase everything, I get that. But I will keep reminding and proving to you that I will never betray you like that. Every day if I have to,” he breathed.
The tears flowed freely now.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. You welcomed the warmth as his strong arms wrapped around your waist.
“I love you too,” you whispered
He pulled back just enough to look at you; tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear
“Im not going anywhere. I’m here to stay.”
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a/n: okay so this is my first published fanfic and I reeeeeaaaallllly hope you guys like it. Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Confession: I have never watched outer banks I just like this character and actor. I’m multifandom so you will see a variety of characters if I decide to post another fic. Thanks for reading :)
— loves riding his street bike, dirt bikes and driving fast cars. the cops love to chase him, he’s a pure adrenaline junkie.
— never actually been in a committed relationship, claims love isn’t real, he’d never waste his time and energy on one girl when he can have multiple.
— tied with his brother, rafe, on being ‘most hated by their father’, but unlike rafe, trevor couldn’t give a fuck less about his dad loving him or not.
— never did well in school, didn’t care enough, never played sports, or got into the family business, much to ward’s dismay.
— functioning drunk. loves a good joint every now and again, but you won’t ever catch him dead putting any other drugs in his body.
𝚁𝙰𝙵𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽 — “THE MIDDLE”
— middle child syndrome.
— yearns for his dads love, affection and respect.
— also an adrenaline junkie, he loves toying with the cops just as much as his brother, trevor. rafe loves racing his street bike, racing the dirt bikes with pogues, usually with a cash prize for the winner. loves to fight, especially when he’s high.
— claims he doesn’t believe in love, but is the biggest hopeless romantic. he yearns for someone to love him, all of him, even the darkest parts he tries to keep hidden away.
— less than functioning drunk. he gets sloppy very fast, add in the lines of coke he feins for, and rafe becomes someone less than bearable to be around.
— also wasn’t the best at school, but finished high school and went to college, getting his business degree. he did this only to impress his dad, but that was wishful thinking and crushed dreams were all he got.
𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽 — “THE BABY”
— the baby of the three.
— zach is the night and day polar opposite of his brothers. doesn’t do well with high adrenaline situations, isn’t a partier, loves to read, cook, play soccer and live his life as quietly as possible.
— ward’s shining star. the one ward wants to take over ‘cameron development’ even though zach has expressed time and time again he wants to go pro in soccer.
— openly believes in love. he’s a loud lover, openly yearning for a good relationship with a good girl.
— not a partier, and doesn’t drink or do any drugs. zach believes his body is a temple and he treats it as such. he wouldn’t do anything to ruin his chances at going pro in soccer.
— loved school. graduated high school and had a full ride to college with a soccer scholarship. got his business degree, just like rafe, to appease his father, but unlike rafe, zach was met with praise.
ex!rafe who's still soft with you. when you broke up with him, you will admit you expected it to be awkward, but the next time you saw him at a party it was as if you guys hadn't even broken up.
ex!rafe who always leaves flowers. everywhere. to you. your mother, your sibling(s), your father, your grandmother visiting in town. when you ask him, he just shrugs, "you said your family likes flowers."
ex!rafe who reaches out for the stupidest reasons. even if he hears you failed an exam, got in an argument with your friends or family, lost an item, he always has a solution for you immediately. but mainly he just wants to hear your voice.
ex!rafe who always gets you your favourite flowers. every morning, 9:00 AM sharp, there's a bouquet in your mailbox, wrapped in your favourite colour. doesn't matter if it's raining or a heatwave, rafe always gets you what you want.
ex!rafe who insists on taking you out. "just once, baby," he says over the phone softly, "it don't have to be romantic, just let me treat you."
ex!rafe who agrees on some small restaurant. when you greet him, he hugs you for a little longer than usual, and for the whole date, he doesn't even look elsewhere. doesn't even look at the waiter when he orders food he doesn't even eat.
ex!rafe who you end up sitting with in his car, talking about everything and nothing. his dad, your parents, any friendship issues. you don't even realise you're falling asleep until you feel your head rest against his chest, with a strong arm wrapping around you.
ex!rafe who wakes up groggily, eyes meeting the crown of your head. he looks at the time, realising it's been several hours. sighing, he closes his eyes. it's as if he's never left.
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pairing: fwb!rafe cameron x maybank!reader
warning: cursewords, blood, abuse, friends with benefits, punches, luke maybank, topper/kelce.
word count: 3.5k
summary: having a friends with benefits is heavenly with rafe, but the lines start to blur from friends to actual lovers. However, if there's something you know by heart. It's that family first always.
A/N:listen to casual by chappell roan. I took a some inspo from the song xx + i imagined buzzcut rafe cameron 'cause buzzcut rafe was hotter than rafe with hair.
first divider by: @suupersonic
second divider by: @feldiesgraphics
Rafe swears he hates pogues.
He despises them. The way they talk, the way they dress, so why has his mind made an exception for you? Why can’t he feel the same hatred towards you like he feels towards any pogue? You’re a filthy pogue just like the others, and you hang out with the people he loathes. And worst of all, you’re JJ’s older sister. Everything about you should make Rafe hate you. Keyword: hate, but he doesn’t.
One sleepless night, he lays in his bed staring at his ceilings. You consume his thoughts, even though the only conversation you had was an exchange of curse words at each other. But still there’s something about. Something about the way you talk, confident, but not egoistic. He’s also seen you at a beach keg party where you danced, laughed and drank like there was no tomorrow. Maybe that’s how you feel. That you won’t live to tomorrow.
Rafe swears all he wants to do is get you to sleep with him, nothing more, nothing less.
It happens one time.
You seem lost at the party. Trying to spot your friends, the silhouette of a familiar figure appears in front of you. Sighing, you mumble, “now’s not that time at all, Cameron.” He just grins with one of those annoying looks on his face. To be fair, in your opinion he’s always annoying.
“Now that’s not how a lady talks to a gentleman, is it? You seem pretty lost for a girl so genius, huh?” His voice drips with mockery like honey. First of all, Rafe daddy’s little spoiled son Cameron is not by any means a gentleman. He’s the complete opposite. He does drugs, he drinks day and night, he sleeps with girls left and right, but you can’t say that without triggering a physical fight with him, so you just throw these thoughts into the back of your mind.
You can’t deny how handsome he is though.
Rolling your eyes, you reply, “whatever helps you sleep at night, Figure eight.”
“Such a dirty mouth, you like this in bed too? ‘cause I'd love to know, sweetheart. Do you want my business card? You can call me anytime.” He throws an empty card at you with a wink, and you make no movement to catch it.
Lips curling upwards, you tell him, “sleep tight.” You push past him. And when you walk away, Rafe shamelessly stares at you as you spot your brother sitting in front of the bonfire. Topper and Kelce appear beside him.
Topper remarks, “you look like you’ve seen heaven? She agreed or nope?”
Rafe doesn’t respond. He should feel angry or mad, but he doesn’t. This is just the beginning. He’s not letting you go this easy. Rafe always gets what he wants. And right now, Rafe knows what he wants.
You see JJ sitting alone which was surprising when he had almost a different girl every night, especially at a party like this. He looks depressed which makes you snort.
“That Cameron dude bothering you? I’ll punch him until he-” JJ stands up with clenched fists, discarding his bottle of beer. You stand in front of him, “JJ, stop. He’s not bothering me, and if he was I’d have it under control.”
“If I see him talking to you again, I’m going to kill him.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal, but who knows?” You joke, sitting down beside him as both of you sit in front of the bonfire, “thanks though. I’m glad you’re my brother, J.” You smile, placing your head on his shoulder. His own arm wraps around yours in a comforting grip.
Family first.
At the end of the party, you’re too drunk and all your friends are gone. You can’t even spot your brother; he’s probably making out with some random girl that you’ve never seen before. The other pogues must have gone to the chateau. Half of them are probably making out and you do not want to see or hear that.
You decided to sit for a while. The party is still alive and well, and where’s the harm in that?
You sigh when Rafe appears in your sight again, “that desperate?” You ask, rolling your eyes for the hundredth time that night at the sight of him.
“Just one time, sweetheart, I won’t disappoint. Come on, baby. No attachments though.”
“No.” Is your answer, but somehow you still end up in his bed consensually.
His kisses are precise, like he’s been doing this forever, which reminds you that you aren’t special. You don’t think you are special, but you hope. All you’ve wanted your whole life is to feel special. You wish someone would make you feel special, like you are one of a kind, but a pogue is not one of a kind. The most shattering thoughts come at the wrong time.
The kiss is messy but full of tension. Your body screams that you want him, but you don’t want to confess it. That’d be a blow to your ego though. All you can think about is how close both of you are, about the hands that are roaming your body without shame or the fact that you could be betraying pogues rules. You’re not sure if that’s a real pogue rule or not.
When you awake, the initial thing you notice is the pounding headache. Sitting up, you turn your head to the side. You notice once more the painkillers with water on the nightstand. However, Rafe is not next to you, neither nowhere to be seen.
You should’ve known. What did you expect? For him to love you? For you to wake up beside him? That’s a fairytale. Maybanks don’t get fairytales. The family members either get ruined or die, no in between.
When you arrive at the chateau, you're bombarded with questions from the others of where you’ve been. You obviously can’t tell them, so you just go with the lie that you were sleeping at your dad’s house that night. But you don’t notice JJ’s unbelieving gaze from the corner. He stays quiet, not commenting on anything.
It should’ve ended there. It should’ve been a one time thing. You were drunk, but you kept going to him. He offers you release from the stress that binds into every thought you have in your mind. You love your brother, but sometimes he can be a bit too much. All you want to feel like a loved woman. All you want is to have peace. That’s all you want you swear. You know your friends love you, but not in the way you want, not in the way you need. Rafe doesn’t love you either, but he offers it for a few hours. Rafe is what you crave.
One night, it was your usual routine with Rafe. Hooking up, sleeping in his bed, waking up before sunrise so no one would catch both of you. You were in his bed like usual, but this time was different from your normal schedule. Both of you couldn’t sleep, so like a normal friend (is anything normal between you and him anymore?) he holds you in his arms.
His arms were around your waist as you laid on top of him. Slightly leaning down, he presses a kiss to your forehead that makes you melt in his arms. The gentle moonlight filters through the white curtains. The windows are open, letting in a soft wind that runs around the room in a soft whoosh!
Both of you don’t speak, opting to stay silent. You let the sound of crickets in the garden fill the room. It’s not the best sound to hear. It’s creepy to be more precise, but you’re afraid that if you say something it’ll scare him away; that’s the last thing you want right now.
One time, while you’re working at Island Club for your normal shift, you overhear Rafe’s friend Topper and Kelce, you assume, talking.
“Can’t believe he’s with a pogue. Wouldn’t give me money to come near something like that. Do they even shower?” Topper asks and Kelce just laughs.
Is that how Rafe feels? I mean you’re not entitled to anything from him.
“He told me it’s just casual though.” Is Kelce’s reply.
His reply shouldn’t shatter your heart, but it does.
But it happens again, and again, until it doesn’t stop. It becomes a routine. You don’t stop. You can’t stop.
Over time, Rafe starts to grow feelings for you. He swears it’s casual, but when was it ever casual when you sleep at his for half of the week. Was it casual when you mentioned one time that your dad threw away most of your clothes as a punishment, and when you showed up at his, Rafe had an enormous bag full of clothes just for you?
Just for you.
Was it casual when your favourite bra is in his dresser or when you talk down his sister, Sarah, when both of you are close friends.
Was it casual when Rafe cleaned you up after your dad laid your hands on you?
“What happened to you?” Rafe asks, his eyes full of bubbling rage as he clenches his fists. You swear you could hear a vein snapping in his forehead from the sheer amount of anger he was feeling at the black eye.
You don’t look him in the eye. You have only one thought in mind: ‘I know what you tell your friends’
It was supposed to be casual, but you wanted it all, and now you can’t have anything nice.
“I’m fine, okay? It was just a fight between a girl and I.” You reply in an effortless tone, like you weren’t in pain. Just like you practiced. Ha, you were in extreme pain. He doesn’t even know about the time your dad broke your nose. Okay, maybe you shouldn’t be extremely enthusiastic about stuff like that? And maybe he doesn’t have to know.
“Don’t lie to me!” He exclaims, slamming his head on his nightstand. You flinch, which makes Rafe regret his action. It’s a normal reaction, you think. You just don’t like loud noises. Totally normal and acceptable.
You know he won’t hurt you. He wouldn’t harm you.
But that’s the same thing you said about your father.
What? A person just has to be cautious.
“I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean it. Don’t be afraid of me, baby.” He mutters as softly as he can. Hands moving to your upper arms to hold them in a comforting grip. He knows that look. He knows it. He’s seen it too many times. In you and in himself.
It’s that look of defeat.
Like the whole world is against you.
“It was just a fight between my dad and I, okay? I’m not- I’m fine. I just need a painkiller and water. Please, Cameron?” You ask with hope glinting in your eyes. You know Rafe would never say no to you.
“Don’t look at me like that.” You mumble under your breath, avoiding eye contact with him.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m broken, or something. It’s just a black eye, figure eight.” You shrug.
He doesn’t reply, just wraps his arms around you in a tender grip. His head rests above yours. No matter how hard you try, you can’t stop the tears. They start to form in your eyes before you can take control over them. You let them go. And it feels good, relieves pent-up stress that’s there. It’s probably older than JJ.
That night, he held you closer.
So was it casual?
Was it casual when both of you attended a beach party by accident, and he almost punched the guy to death because he was inappropriately touching you with no consent? His friends had to forcefully pull him from above the guy.
One morning, when you enter the Chateau, you only find JJ inside, as usual drinking. The place is messy, clothes thrown around and dirty dishes filling the sink. It’s always messy. And as the oldest, you’re always cleaning up after them.
“Where are the others?” You ask, shuffling through the fridge to find something to eat. You were starving, your stomach grunting all the way here.
“Surfing.”
“Why aren’t you with them?” You acknowledge. JJ loves surfing, so it’s a surprise he isn’t with the others while they surf. You pour yourself some milk while looking around for your phone, “hey did you see my phone? I couldn’t find it yesterday.”
“Where were you yesterday?” He questions with an accusing voice while standing up, staring holes into your back. He leans against the wall and places a toothpick in his mouth.
“At dad’s, why?” Smooth and controlled. Just like you practiced.
“You weren’t, because I was there and I didn’t see you.” He accuses. Hands shaking, you don’t turn, but try your best to muster up the best excuse you can think of, “okay, fine, I was sleeping at a friend’s house. You don’t know her. She’s a pogue too.” You reply, hoping he wouldn’t ask anymore questions.
“So you and Rafe are friends now? You’re such a loser. You know you’re just a girl he bangs on his couch.” He says as he shows you…the call history between you and Rafe…on your phone? How the hell did he find your phone? You were looking everywhere for it!
“Hey, give me that! You can’t go snooping around on my phone!” You jump, trying to take the phone from him, but, unfortunately, he has the phone above your head and you can’t reach it. Damn the height difference. Sometimes it’s useful, but right now it’s not.
“God dammnit! Answer me!” He yells, throwing your phone at you. You manage to catch it thankfully. If it falls on the floor once more, it’s going to be permanently damaged. The amount of scratches on it is unbelievable.
But you don’t reply. What would you even say? Hey, I’m screwing the person you hate the most behind your back?
“Listen, JJ-” you try to rationalize with him, but he looks betrayed. Your heart breaks at the way he’s looking at you. You’ve never felt this shitty before, like a bad sister. All your life, you’ve never been a bad sister to JJ. You were always there, always played together, and always let him lean on you when times were tough, but right now you feel like the worst sister ever.
“I can’t believe you.” Is all he says before walking out of the Chateau, slamming the door. He’s probably going to drive on his dirt bike around town. JJ can be a little reckless sometimes, you just hope he doesn’t do anything stupid. You don’t want him to land in the hospital or the police station.
No matter how much you try to deny it, whatever the hell’s going on between you and Rafe has to go. You can’t risk this for your brother. If there’s one thing you’ve learnt from your life, it’s that family first. Sighing, you plop on the couch with a new headache.
Family first.
The next few days, Rafe tries to call, but you ignore him completely as well as ignoring the other pogues. You’re in no shape to talk. You’ve barely eaten, staying in your room all day because Luke was roaming downstairs like a soldier protecting his castle, except Luke doesn’t protect anyone, and you couldn’t deal with him right now.
He’s been gone for today though, probably buying more beer or whatever he normally buys. So thankfully you’re all alone. That’s all you need.
The other pogues don’t check up on you, getting the hint that you need some time alone. You haven't told them why, and you hope JJ has done the same.
Your room is a mess is an understatement. So like a normal person with an insane amount of free time, you clean it. While scrubbing your room clean, something glistening under a huge amount of clothes catches your eye. Kneeling down, you capture it in your hands.
Smiling in nostalgia, you remember Rafe. In your hands lay a beautiful gold necklace Rafe had gifted you.
“I have something,” He clears his throat, “for, uh, you.” He tries to smile, but it looks awkward which makes you nervous. His words are a bit slurred and shaky.
“Is it a speeding ticket?” You joke. You don’t have a car, and you can’t drive, so, yeah.
“It’s a…turn around.” He orders with a soft smile on his face.
“Bossy! Fine, I’ll turn around. Happy?” You chuckle, turning around. You feel something cold around your neck. Rafe positions you in front of the mirror so you can look at the gift.
“Rafe!” You gasp, hands over your mouth. “No, I can’t accept this.”
“Please.” It comes out as a plea instead of an order, like he was practically straight up begging you to take it.
Your hands tenderly touch the necklace. You’ve been ignoring his calls for these few days. I mean, you've been basically rotting in bed. And you don’t want to handle him right now.
Dumb love, you love being stupid. Every night you dream of you and Rafe in a year. Maybe both of you’d confess, and he’d propose and no matter the societal divides, his friends would accept you and he’d show you off at the Pier.
Crash!
Is what you hear while tidying up your room. Your hand touches something wooden, a bat. I mean, it could be Luke, but he couldn’t have come back this early, right? You hope not. You don’t want to deal with him drunk right now.
With the bat in your hands, your heart leaping, you go downstairs only to be met with a familiar figure.
Rafe.
“What the hell are you doing here? How did you get inside?” You exclaim, dropping down the bat and rubbing your forehead. Rafe doesn’t look amused, his furrowed eyebrows probably gave it away. Luke probably forgot to lock the door.
Damnit.
“I thought something happened to you. Why the hell are you not answering? You look like shit.” He asks, voice on the edge of yelling. His eyes are narrowed at you. If he was a cartoon character, he’d definitely explode by now.
“What gave it away?” You deadpan, but your next words are dead serious.
“Do you know what will happen if Luke finds you here? He’s going to kill me. Scratch that, us! He’s going to kill us!”
“Do you think I’m scared of a filthy guy who calls himself a man when he lays his hands on you?” His eyebrows shoot up, hands moving to turn you around so he can look at you. Rafe doesn’t like a lot of people, but Luke? He’s on another level of hatred. “I’ve been worried sick, and you’re talking to me about some asshole that I wouldn’t think twice of punching if I see him?”
“Rafe, you have no reason to be here, so spit it out and tell me why you’re here.”
“I’m serious. You weren’t answering and it was starting to worry me.” His reply is steady, without missing a beat, like he practiced in front of a mirror for a good couple of minutes. You’d like to bet money on that.
“You worried I wasn’t calling you back? Didn’t you think I had enough of your bullshit? Huh?Let me tell you why you’re worried, it’s because you thought you wouldn’t be able to sleep with me anymore! Do you even think of others instead of yourself? No, you only care about yourself! That’s why you’re always alone. That’s why your family doesn’t love-” You bite your tongue, taking in a deep breath.
Low blow.
“Wow, okay, so that’s,” He pauses, “you think I don’t care about you? That you’re someone I bring to my bed every once in a while when I’m bored? Yes, maybe I do like what we do, but I care about you. Hell, I like you! Sweetheart…” His hands cup your cheeks, his voice vulnerable as he bears his heart to you.
“Don’t- don’t touch me. I think I’m going to be sick.” You move out of his grasp, pushing his hands roughly away from your face. You convince yourself this is for you and JJ.
Family first.
“Just get out, please, Rafe. Whatever this is…we’re done.” You point at the door.
He sneers at you, “I don’t even know who you are.”
You shut your eyes, rubbing your forehead. You hear the fading sound of heavy footsteps that you could recognise from a mile away. The only sign that makes you know he left is the slam of the door. Unable to hold it anymore, you let out a sob that wracks your body. It’s so loud that you’re afraid the neighbours would hear you.
You fall to your knees like someone who’s had it all, but lost it all.
