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Warnings: abusive relationship, physical abuse, emotional abuse, unwanted kissing, choking, slapping, alcohol, drug use
You didnāt have to look over at your boyfriend to know that he was displeased, you could feel his frustration emanating off of him in waves.
Across from you, Topper was jabbering away about some Kook vs Pogue nonsense with Kelce; neither Rafe nor you were listening to them. You looked down at your plate of barely touched food and sighed.
To say that you and Rafe had gotten into a fight earlier would have been a gross understatement; just 3 hours ago Rafe was berating you at the top of his lungs when you showed him your first outfit choice for the dinner tonight.
āAre you trying to fucking embarrass me? In front of my friends, in front of my dad?ā He seethed, inching closer to you as you backed away.
āNo Rafe, I-"
āYou already know that he doesnāt like you, Y/N. I donāt know what in your dumb slut brain would make you think that dressing like that would be okay, but itās not.ā He crowded your space, grabbing at the fabric of your dress, and you squirmed in his grasp.
The truth was, this had absolutely nothing to do with what you were wearing, and you both knew it. Too many stressful days at work recently meant that Rafe had been coming home itching to release his pent up frustration, which usually meant picking fights with you.
āYouāre not coming to this dinner half naked, either change clothes or you can stay at home.ā His lip curled as he glared down at you, both hands firmly gripping your arms to keep you from pushing at his chest.
Tears were already welling in your eyes from his tight grip and harsh words, and as you struggled to free yourself from his hold, he pushed you too hard, knocking you off balance.
You yelped as you hit the floor, your cheek slamming against the hardwood painfully. For a moment you were too dazed to move, and your head ached as you numbly sat up and gingerly touched your cheek, cringing when your warm skin throbbed in pain.
āDo you know what Ward said to me after our last dinner together, huh? Hey, look at me when Iām talking to you,ā you whimpered when your boyfriendās fingers locked on your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
āHe told me he couldnāt figure out why I was spending so much time with a āpiece of Pogue trash.āā
You swallowed hard, uncomfortable under his cruel glare; and the frustration and shame bubbling up in your gut made you feel sick. You couldnāt stop the frown that tugged at your lips or the tears that were now sliding down your cheeks.
āWard thinks youāre a gold digging slut and that youāre in over your head,ā he rolled his eyes as he spoke, but you knew that some part of him did care about what his father thought; and the idea that Rafe might think those things about you too cut you deeper than you expected.
āI know that youāre not,ā he added. ābut itās about the way it looks, Y/N, you know that.ā
Rafe eyed your cheek, bringing his hand up to touch the tender skin and you cringed, trying to pull away from him, but your boyfriend held you in place, softly stroking your puffy cheek, before placing a delicate kiss there.
Sometimes the way his moods would switch so fast made your head spin, and trying to keep up only led you to be more confused.
āIām sorry, Iā¦ got a little rough. Iāll start a warm bath, and Iāll get your outfit ready for you, okay?ā His voice was softer now, gentle even, āWant you to have plenty of time to make sure your makeup is perfect, baby.ā
āY/N, have you been making any more progress with your internship?ā
Wardās voice pulled you out of your thoughts and back into the present. You forced a smile as you turned to meet his eyes.
āOh, yes, I actually just got assigned a new project and my company told me theyāre planning on assigning me more leadership roles,ā you beamed, finally happy to have something to brag about to Rafeās father.
Your confidence was quickly shot down however with his next question.
āAnd are they going to start paying you?ā
You could hear the unsaid part loud and clear, āso you can finally stop living off of my sonās dime?ā
āUm, well,ā you stuttered. āTechnically itās still an unpaid position, but this is a really good job for my subject field, a-and the experience will look really good on my resume. Most of the people in my classes are also in unpaid internships.ā
Ward gave you a tight grin, one you knew was insincere and you tried not to feel disappointed by his response, but when you glanced over at Rafe, you knew you had only annoyed him more. Your heart sunk, and your mind raced to think of something to say to fix the situation.
āIsnāt Rafe starting a new project soon though?ā
Rafe coughed, choking on his drink before clearing his throat and turning to look at you, ānah, Y/N, I think youāre remembering a past project.ā
āWhat are you talking about Y/N?ā Ward asked, and you felt your mouth go dry as you looked between him and your boyfriend.
Rafeās face was even as he took a sip of his jack and coke, but you couldnāt miss the anger in his eyes, and you swallowed before shifting your gaze to Ward.
āN-nothing. Rafeās right, I was confused. That was what he was working on last summer.ā You covered for him quickly, stomach twisting when you glanced back over at your boyfriend.
Now the memory returned to you in full, Rafe telling you over a shared blunt in his hazy room about his plans to score a deal so big heād never have to work again. The only problem was youād forgotten one detail.
āWard canāt know,ā he passed you the blunt after ashing it into the tray on the bedside table.
āWhat, why?ā You took a hit, inhaling the smoke deep into your lungs before handing it back to Rafe.
He didnāt answer, taking a long drag of the blunt and then lazily blowing the smoke up at the ceiling.
āHeād freak out if he knew the details, you would too,ā he chuckled. āSo donāt ask about it, and donāt mention anything to him.ā
You pursed your lips, disappointed in the lack of details, but you understood and you had no choice but to trust Rafe, so you didnāt press further.
Ward accepted your excuse, and the conversation moved on to other topics, but Rafe was still simmering with barely disguised anger, and you didnāt miss the fact that he was on his fifth drink of the night.
The dinner was beginning to wind down, waiters soon appearing to remove the empty plates from the table before bringing out desserts. You picked at the slice of pie in front of you, too nervous to eat much of it at all.
Sensing your discomfort and still aiming to pass the two of you off as a normal couple, Rafe leaned in to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and that was when you made your worst mistake of the night.
His finger brushed your sore cheek and instead of leaning into his touch, you flinched, sharply inhaling through your nose as you pulled away from him. Your heart was pounding, pulling you back to earlier that night and you froze in place before suddenly remembering where you were.
To you, the moment felt agonizingly long, though it couldnāt have lasted more than a second. Unfortunately, your reaction didnāt go unnoticed.
āWhat the hell?ā
You turned towards Sarah, forcing a fake smile onto your face as you did. āWhat?ā
Rafeās presence behind you had you on high alert, desperate to salvage this dinner before it collapsed into disaster, and the way he tensed beside you made your pulse pick up pace.
āWhat was that?ā Sarah asked you before shooting a harsh glare towards her brother.
āI- I donāt know what youāre talking about,ā you chuckled nervously, playing dumb and hoping she would just drop it.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked between you and Rafe, and you silently prayed that your makeup was still completely covering your bruise from earlier.
āYou practically jumped out of your chair when Rafe touched you,ā she shot back, catching Wardās attention now.
Topper and Kelce eyed Rafe knowingly, silent smirks growing as they watched from across the table.
You looked between Sarahās eyes and Wardās, mouth dry as they stared you down, āI- I wasnāt expecting it, thatās all.ā
āIs it a crime to surprise your girlfriend?ā Rafe challenged with a chuckle, possessively wrapping one arm around your waist and staring Sarah down.
She was silent for a few moments, her gaze flicking between you and Rafe suspiciously.
āIām fine,ā you reassured her with a small smile that didnāt quite meet your eyes.
By the time Rafe was finally able to pull the two of you away from the table, it was late, and you said your goodbyes quickly, trying to ignore the way Sarahās gaze followed you on the way out.
As soon as the two of you exited the restaurant, his grip on your wrist was firm, tugging you towards the back of the parking lot and ignoring your protests.
āRafe- that hurts-ā
āYou think I care?ā He sneered, roughly pushing you up against the door of his truck. āWhat the fuck is wrong with you?ā
You cringed at his harsh words, eyes low to the ground as he glared down at you. The pit that had been growing in your stomach all dinner felt large enough to swallow you whole.
āWhy the fuck would you tell Ward about the deal Iām working on?ā His large hand came to your chin, tilting your head up to meet his angry eyes.
āI-ā your voice cracked, warm tears misting up your eyes. āI just forgot, Rafe, Iām sorry.ā
āYou forgot?ā He repeated slowly, like you were stupid, and you could feel your throat getting tighter with anxiety. āNah, thatās the problem with you, Y/N. You didnāt forget, you never fucking listen!ā
āIām sorry, I really didnāt mean to-ā
You heard the ringing in your ears before you felt the sting, and it wasnāt until Rafeās fingers were threading into your hair to pull you upright again that you realized he had hit you.
Rafe forced your head back against the car door, roughly tugging at your hair to keep you in place.
āYou fucking embarrassed me in front of my dad and friends ācuz you just couldnāt keep your fucking mouth shut,ā he hissed, face so close to yours you could smell the whiskey on his breath. āSounds like someone forgot her place.ā
You whimpered when he tugged your hair again, tears staining your cheeks as he glared down at you.
Rafeās hand came to your sore cheek, stroking your tender skin before mockingly tapping the soft flesh, āsee how quiet you can be after I slap you around?ā
āY/N?ā
The sound of Sarahās voice on the other side of Rafeās truck made you freeze, and your boyfriend immediately released his hold on you, stepping back as you quickly reached up to wipe the tears from your eyes.
āYeah?ā You asked as you turned to see her, worried that your cheek might be inflamed again after the hit Rafe just dealt you.
āAre you okay?ā
āOf course she is.ā
āI wasnāt asking you, Rafe.ā Sarah snapped, scowling at her brother before turning her attention back to you. āI thought I heard you two fighting.ā
āWeāre fine, Iām fine,ā you lied, plastering on another fake smile. āJust having a discussion, thatās all.ā
Sarahās eyes narrowed as she looked at you and then Rafe.
āYouāre sure?ā
You paused for just a moment before nodding.
āI just wanted to check in on you and make sure you were okay before-ā
āGod Sarah, do I have to shove my tongue down her throat for you to take the hint? Sheās fine,ā Rafe rolled his eyes at his sister, waving her off with one hand before turning his attention back to you, āweāll see you tomorrow.ā
Sarah scoffed, clearly wanting to ask you more questions, but when Rafe ignored her only to push you back against his truck and start kissing you, she let out a groan of revulsion before turning to leave.
You barely heard her say goodbye, too distracted by the feel of your boyfriendās lips moving against yours and his tongue sliding into your mouth. Your stomach churned as he kissed you, a horrible and confusing mixture of desire and disgust mingling in your gut.
Rafe knew how much you loathed PDA, and you had no doubt this just another way for him to exercise his control over you and punish you for embarrassing him at the dinner. After all, this wasnāt even the first time heād pulled a stunt like this. It was starting to become a habit.
When his hand circled around your throat, you gasped, and he deepened the kiss, devouring your lips as he held you in place. Rafeās grip tightened, cutting off your airway even harder now, and you struggled against the tight hold he had on your neck and wrist.
He finally pulled away after what felt like an eternity, and you doubled over, falling to your knees as you gasped for breath and clutched your sensitive throat.
Your boyfriend sneered down at you, enjoying the fear in your eyes when you looked up at his looming figure.
āThis had better be the last time something like that happens, Y/N, do you understand me?ā
You nodded, sniffling and blinking fresh tears from your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.
āI donāt need Sarah or Ward sticking their noses into our relationship.ā Rafe seethed, leaning down to pull you to your feet. His hands gripped your shoulders hard, fingertips digging into your sensitive skin, eliciting another pathetic whimper.
You looked deeply into your boyfriendās eyes, trying to find any glimpse of softness or remorse for his actions, but instead you were only met with hard, cold blue.
"Donāt ever flinch like that again in public, or Iāll give you a real reason to."
AHHH I MISSED YOU!!!!! I hope you've been well and that you find plenty of good inspo bc the dark rafe lovers (me) have been going crazy without your writing ššš
if you're up for it could you maybe expand on one of the hcs - the one that was something along the lines of the cops showing up and defending rafe? (I forget the exact wording)
you didnāt call them, it mustāve been the neighbors again. your kids are gone for the night, which is a relief. rafe probably wouldnāt have went as far as to full onĀ choke you to the brink of passing out if they were here.
youād fought back hard, terrified for your life. the evidence was welting on the side of rafeās face, scratches left by your nails.
but this time, thereās no female officer when rafe goes to the door. instead, two male officers stand in the doorway ā tall, broad, and uniformed. suddenly, you arenāt just scaredā¦youāreĀ outnumbered.
itās immediately clear that they know rafe, maybe from the station, maybe from one of the bars in town. either way, they greet him by name.
āeverything alright here, rafe?ā
āeverythingās fine,ā he says, ājust a little disagreement.ā he rubs the back of his neck, likeĀ heāsĀ the victim. āmy girl just got a bit worked up, lost her temper.ā
the officers glance at you, not with sympathy, but withĀ judgement. things are already in his favor, because rafe has brought you up at work before when the other guys talk about their wives and girlfriends. theyāve heard all about the problems rafe has to put up with at home.
you havenāt even said a word yet, but you can already feel that itās you againstĀ all threeof them. men who wear the same badge as rafe and speak the same language, men who protectĀ each otherĀ before theyād protect you.
when you do try to step forward and say something, rafeās hand is already raising, his voice louder than yours. āsheās been having a rough time. anxiety, medication changes and stuff. she did sratch me up pretty good, too.ā
rafe speaks casually to them, knowing exactly what to say to paint you as the problem.
the taller officer glances at the red marks on rafeās skin, then at you.
your voice is shaky as you try to will yourself to speak, āheā¦he grabbed me first. heā,ā
āsheās confused,ā rafe interrupts, tone steady and authoritative. the storyās written before you can even tell your side.
āmiss,ā one of the officers begins, āwe understand things get heated between couples, but putting your hands on someone? thatās not how adults handle conflict.āĀ
you open your mouth to speak, but the other one cuts in, āyouāre lucky rafe doesnāt press charges.ā he nods towards the pink scratches on rafeās cheek as if theyāre claw marks from an animal, āthatĀ could be a domestic battery charge, easy.Ā jail time. and trust me, the courts donāt go easy on that stuff anymore.ā
they speak to you like a little kid being scolded for doing something wrong, and you feel so helpless. your bottom lip trembles and you look to rafe, but he doesnāt say anything. he just stands tall in the living room, chin up, arms crossed in a way that shows heās calm and knows heās in control.
youāre practically shrunk in on yourself, anxiously fidgeting, eyes puffy and watery.
āi can get her to calm down, sheās not a threat or anything.ā rafeās words are so smooth, they donāt even question it.Ā heās one of them, heās credible.
āalright,ā one officer says, ājust keep it down, donāt wanna get called back.ā
āof course,ā rafe says with a nod, āthanks for coming out.ā
as soon as theyāre gone, heās chuckling and shaking his head in a mocking way.
āi told you,ā he says, ādidnāt i? didnāt iĀ tell youĀ how this would go?ā
you donāt say anything, you just wipe the fresh tears as they fall, eyes cast down.
āyou donāt know anything about the law. youĀ thinkĀ you do, but you donāt. youāre lucky i didnāt let them take you in,ā he says.
but you donāt feel lucky. you just feel humiliated, and silenced.
ā¢ rafe wears his badge like a shield and a weapon, more for control than anything else. from the outside looking in, people think youāre the luckiest girl in the world, that you got one of the good ones, a protector, too. but you live with the man behind the badge, and you know better.
ā¢ he tells you no one would believe you if you ever spoke out. you believe him, because everytime he brings up his work buddies, itās always with that same smug grin, like he knows heās untouchable. he reminds you just how many people in the system owe him favors, how many dispatchers, judges and detectives he knows by name.
ā¢ and youāre too scared to call for help anyway, because rafe has this charm about him that can fool anyone. heās trained to twist words and write reports that paint a certain picture. he knows exactly how to make you look crazy, how to make you look like the primary aggressor in any situation.
ā¢ sure, rafe choked you, but you donāt have any marks by the time the neighbors call to complain about the noise. when the officers show up, the only visible injuries are the scratches you left on rafeās face, trying to fend him off. youāre the one who gets a talking to about keeping your hands to yourself, and youāre the one thatās threatened with handcuffs, with a night in jail for domestic battery. and each time, your hope in law enforcement protecting you dwindles more and more. your distrust for the legal system altogether is fleeting.
ā¢ rafe keeps several guns in the house, never bothering to lock them away like he knows he should. they stay put up in the master bedroom closet, but theyāre always visible, always reachable. rafe doesnāt need to point one at you for you to feel the threat, though he has before. itās the way his hand lingers on his belt if he comes home in a bad mood, or if heās wearing it when you say something he doesnāt like. itās when he pulls his guns out, ājust to clean themā, after a particularly nasty argument.
ā¢ he tells you if you try to leave him, heāll find you, and you know he will. rafe has access to databases, surveillance tools, even traffic cameras. he could easily track your car, pull phone records, find out where you ran. he brags about how easy it is to get information no one else can. try to hide out a shelter? he knows every last one in the county. one flash of his badge and smile and theyāre listening to him, not you.
ā¢ and you have too much to lose with your children. your son is 5, and your daughter is 3. they absolutely adore their daddy, and see him as the ultimate protector. youāre reminded on many occasions that rafe could easily take them from you, that youād never win in a custody battle. he undoubtedly would have some sort of influence over the legal proceedings, viewed as the more stable and credible parent because of his profession.
ā¢ not only has he isolated you from friends and family, but heās got you completely financially dependent on him. it seems easier to stay and endure the abuse, so long as your children are taken care of. they donāt ever get the brunt of rafeās anger, they never see that side of their daddy. leaving rafe would mean breaking up your family, something your kids would never understand, so for now, the cycle continues.
hiii i love your writing your works are literally fantastic!! I'm reading your fics over and over again <3<3
i was hoping you're still interested in officer/sheriff/cop rafe?
like he's very evil and corrupted,does what he wants,has full impunity... everyone knows that he abuses and beats her,but ofc she can't escape she's the sheriff's wife(maybe they have kids who idolize him?let your imagination run wild)
ofc you don't have to write it,this is just an idea to spark your motivation!!
Hi can I request something like,Rafe and reader driving at night,and she makes him stop the car,to buy herself a juice and he gives her his money out of habit.And later she returns to his car with drink,and giving him back his money,saying some guy bought her it.And he looks at her like š¤Ø instant jealous.And goes to store dragging her too,to make a scene
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okay so i didnt make him take her back in the store IM SRRY but this is what i thought of, hope u still enjoy and ty for the idea omg i loveddd this sm instantly had to write it
youāre just getting back to kildare from a weekend trip ā one of those little getaways rafe tends to let you plan when he knows heās crossed a line. after last weekās fight ended with him literally locking you out of the house for who knows how long, you were right back on your laptop, piecing together another consolation prize like clockwork.
rafe wasnāt too thrilled at the idea of stopping when he was only about an hour from the house, but he is pretty thirsty, so he pulls into the next gas station he sees.
āhere,ā he hands you a $50 bill as he shuts the truck off. āgrab me somethinā to drink, and whatever you want.ā
āthanks babe,ā you say as you climb down out of the truck.Ā
youāre only gone a couple of minutes, returning with your hands full much sooner than heād expected.
you struggle to pull the handle from the outside, and rafe reaches over to open it for you.
āthank you,ā you say with a sigh of relief. āhere, take this,ā you hand him the money he gave you so you can use the grab handle to climb back into the truck. you sit rafeās red bull and your juice in the cupholders, and your snacks inbetween them.
rafe is confused at this point, still eyeing the $50 bill in his hand.
āwhatās this?ā he asks, and thereās a sliver of humor behind his voice, āwhat? they giving shit away for free today?ā
āno,ā you laugh as you close the door behind you, āthe guy in front of me paid for it!ā you innocently relay the information to rafe, genuinely thinking heāll find it amusing and be glad to save his money.
but thatās when he finally looks up at you, and his face falls. youāre so casual when you say it, and that only pisses him off more.
āyouā,ā he stops himself, trying to reign in his anger, but itās mounting quickly.
ādid i not just give you fifty dollars?ā he asks.
āyeah, butā,ā
he canāt help it, he slams his palm down against the steering wheel, the sudden noise startling you.
āso why would you let him do that? why didnāt you just sayĀ no?āĀ
āi didnāt think it was a big dealā¦ā you say truthfully, and that only makes rafe laugh again beforeĀ punchingĀ the steering wheel multiple times in a row, even setting off the horn a couple of times while he grunts in frustration.
you shrink back towards the door, trying to keep your breathing calm even as you start to grow increasingly nervous and uneasy.
being in theĀ carĀ when rafe was mad only meant it was easier for him to get his hands on you. youāve had your head shoved into the window or the dash, had your hair pulled and been dragged across the middle console, more times than you can count. you cringe at the thought, and while you pray thatās not whatās coming, itās what youāre bracing for.
his tone is bitter when it breaks through the air again.
āi just did this whole weekend forĀ you, and you letĀ another guyĀ pay for your shit?ā he says in disbelief. he genuinely cannot understand why you would let another man coverĀ anythingĀ for you, when heās more than generous with you, all the time. youĀ knowhe takes care of everything ā on what world did it make sense for you to let someone else pay for you?Ā
āiāi figured youād wanna keep your money,ā you try to explain your reasoning, but rafe only laughs, making you feel ignorant for even trying to defend yourself.
āsince when doĀ iĀ care about spending money? now youāre just bullshitting.ā
he grabs you by your hair and slams your head into the passenger window. you let out a shriek, hands instinctually flying to his wrist to try to pry his hand off even though you know itās no use.
he uses his other hand to drive your shoulder into the door, the impact sharp and painful. your ears ring slightly and youāre a bit dazed, so you donāt recognize the sound of the locks disengaging at first. then, heās shouting at you again, āget that shit outta my truck!ā
he haphazardly reaches over you and shoves the passenger door open before picking up everything except for his drink and tossing them at you.
āthrow it out,ā rafe points towards the trash can by the gas pump, and youāre crying as he practically pushes you down out of the truck.
as thirsty and hungry as you are, youāre more worried about making your boyfriend angrier, so you throw everything away.
youāre hardly given time to climb back into the seat before heās starting the truck again.
āsit back and buckle in,ā he says gruffly, in a tone that has you immediately settling in the seat and reaching for the seat belt.Ā
āshould make your dumbassĀ walk,ā he says with a shake of his head. ābut, then youād probably just askĀ that guyĀ for a ride though, right?ā he laughs again, āfucking stupid.ā
the way he speaks so lowly of you makes more tears fall, and your bottom lip tremble. your wrap your arms around yourself, and the truck seems to shrink around you, the air growing heavier by the second. you donāt dare to speak again, confidence already shot, so rafe fills the silence.
āwell, weĀ almostĀ had a good weekend,ā he says as he dramatically shifts the truck into drive and peels off from the gas station. you tense as the tires screech, hands moving to your lap, where you fidget with your fingers anxiously.
ābutĀ youĀ had to go and ruin it, didnāt you?Ā didnāt you?!ā you can see him physically turning in his seat to look at you, but you canāt meet his gaze, eyes glued to your shaky hands in your lap. āyou ruin everything. everyĀ goddamnĀ thing.ā
you donāt say anything. you never do when he gets like this. his demeaning words sink in, looping in your head until they start to sound like your own thoughts. the way heās berating you has you thinking of a million ways you couldāve,Ā shouldāve, handled things differently. you shouldāve just told the man no. maybe you shouldnāt have went in at all.
and just like that, the guilt settles and youāre convinced youĀ doĀ ruin everything.Ā
you already know how the rest of this ride will go. rafe wonāt speak. he wonāt look at you. heāll let the silence stretch so long it starts to ache, and youāll spend the whole drive, the wholeĀ night, trying to figure out how to fix it. how to fixĀ yourself.Ā
itās exhausting just thinking about the hoops youāll have to jump through, the right words youāll have to find, the careful steps youāll have to take just to earn back some version of peace, just to stop feeling like youāre always one mistake away from losing him.
lovee domestic dark!rafe and would love to see more everyday scenarios where hes abusive to reader, not smut nesesarily but do what you want! so happy youāre back ā¤ļøā¤ļø
āshit!ā rafe curses and hisses in pain as he jerks his hand back, tips of his fingers now burning from the heat of your straightener.Ā
you cover your mouth, frozen for a few moments before you step forward, concern etched on your face.
ālet me see,ā you say, tone gentle but panicked.
rafe doesnāt just slap your hand away with his uninjured hand when you reach for him, he pushes you back by the shoulder.
ādonāt touch me,ā he warns, eyes narrowed as he watches his fingers redden, the pain setting in and pissing him off.
āgoddamnit!ā he curses, muscles tensing as he reaches to turn on the sink. he runs his hand under cold water, shaking his head.
āare you okā?ā you hardly get the question out before heās interrupting you, immediately jumping to yelling in a harsh tone.
āobviously not! do iĀ lookĀ okay? are you fucking stupid?ā
you flinch at his words, caught off guard by the sudden shift in atmosphere. just minutes ago, you were feeling good with your makeup and hair done after hours of effort, and now, rafeās voice is crashing through the bathroom, loud and angry, shattering the calm.
āit was an accidentā¦ā you try to explain, but heās practically cutting you off again.
āi told you not to leave your shit out on the counter, you just donāt know how to listen. youĀ neverĀ listen.ā
you feel your bottom lip wobbling as he berates you in that angry tone that makes you cringe, and you take in a shaky breath to apolgize again.Ā
āiām sorry,ā you say quietly.
rafe actually laughs at that, but itās dry and lacks humor.
āyeah, youāre always sorry,ā he says, āyet you keep doing the same stupid shit, over and over again.ā
youāre trying to keep your cool as to not upset him any further, but you can feel your chest tightening.
āiāi didnāt mean to,ā you remind him, trying to hold back tears but your voice is shaking. youāve lost your confidence, and the bathroom feels so much smaller now, the air charged with a negative energy.
āi know that,ā he says, and you almost hope this is the part where he forgives you and apologizes for scaring you, but instead he just continues, ābut it was anĀ avoidableaccident. i told you stop leaving your stuff all over the goddamn counter! why is it so hard for you to justājustĀ listenĀ to me?ā
you try to speak, but the words are stuck in your throat. you know that heās right, heās told you before to pick up after yourself. but where were you supposed to put it if it was still cooling down? how could you know he would touch the one part of the straightener he wasnāt supposed to? rafe is always yelling at you over small things, and itās scary and humiliating.
a couple tears finally slip down your cheeks, and rafe scoffs at that, throwing his hands up.
āoh, of course,ā he says, āthereĀ it is. there you go, all thatĀ whiningĀ and feeling sorry for yourself,ā he stands up and turns the water off, rolling his eyes. ājesus christ, here,ā he turns to the door, ālet me just go so you can lock yourself in here and cry, yeah?ā
heās being cruel, mocking you and the way you tend to hide when he gets in these moods. you hate upsetting him, and he knows it. rafe is the only person you really have in your life, and when heās mad at you, it feels like your entire world is collapsing in on itself. just like now, the walls are getting tighter in the bathroom.
āwaitā,ā you choke out when he starts to step through the door, and the second he feels your hand evenĀ grazeĀ his back, he spins around and grabs you by the throat, shoving you backĀ hard, the edge of the counter digging into your lower back as he holds you there. and he looksĀ scaryĀ ā teeth gritted, eyes big and dark and angry, brows knitted together in frustration.
āiĀ justĀ told you, donātĀ fuckinā touch me, and here you go again,Ā not listening.ā he spits.
ānext time you leave your shit out, the next time i getĀ burnedĀ like that?ā he shakes his head, āiām gonna end up beating theĀ fuckĀ outta you. you understand me?ā
you nod as best you can, more tears falling as you stare into his eyes, hoping heāll let you go and not escalate the situation any further. rafe glares down his nose at you for several agonizing seconds, and you hadnāt realized you were holding your breath until he finally lets you go.
icy blue eyes donāt leave you as rafe takes a slow step back. his fists are clenched at his sides like heās trying to keep himself from going after you, vein pulsing in his forehead. he doesnāt look angry now, heās just breathing heavily, face slightly pale. heās trying to stay calm.
āi need a drink,ā he says, more to himself as he runs his uninjured hand down his face.
āpick your shit up,ā itās an order as he eyes the straightener on the counter, āand meet me downstairs with the first aid kit. handās fuckinā killing me.ā
with that, he leaves you in the bathroom, and you hear him muttering to himself as he goes downstairs.
you look at yourself in the mirror, and you can hardly tell youād just done your makeup at all. your cheeks had black mascara streaks running down them, and all of the baking and setting youād done was now ruined by your tears.
you let out a deep, shaky sigh and you open a drawer and find the first aid kit, ensuring it has burn cream in it. you mentally prepare to spend the night placating and taking care of your boyfriend, instead of going to dinner like youād planned.
of course, the dinner was an apology for rafeāsĀ lastĀ abusive outburst, and as you shut off the bathroom light and make your way down the stairs, you wonder what consolation prize youāll be given for tonight.
rafe having a business party unexpectedly stay for dinner or something and scc!reader didnāt know so she only made enough for them, so she goes without anything, and rafe overhears one of the babies being like āmama you can have my lunch tomorrow because youāll be extra hungry since you didnāt have dinner ā or something
the night feels off from the startāhe hadnāt warned you about the extra guests. not a call, not a heads-up. they just walked through the door with rafe in the lead, all polished and important, laughing about stocks or boats or whatever it was men like that talked about.
youāre polite. quiet. you set the table like you always do, apologizing gently when there arenāt enough plates, when the sides are modest and thereās not enough for everyone. rafe brushes it off like itās nothing, like itās not humiliating to stand there and smile while they pass around the last of the roast you spent all afternoon making.
you go without. you always do. itās not new.
but later, when you're wiping down the table and rafeās still entertaining, your littlest oneābarely five, barefoot in the kitchenātugs on the hem of your dress and says, voice sleepy and sweet, āmama, you can have my lunch tomorrow, okay? youāll be extra hungry since you didnāt have dinner.ā
you blink. you nod. you press your lips together and try to keep the smile steady. you ruffle their hair. thank you, baby.
rafe hears it from the hallway. he doesnāt say anything at first. but he stops laughing. his voice dies off mid-sentence when he walks past the kitchen and sees you there, pretending to be fine.
you look up, and for a secondājust a flickerāthereās something in his face. guilt, maybe. or shame. but you donāt say anything.
