As everyone around you seemed to be having a good time at midsummers you had been dying to leave the second you got there.
Your parents forced you to come here tonight, most likely hopeful you’d make up with Rafe. Despite him being a raging drug addict, your parents were blinded by the responsible boyfriend persona he put up for them.
Say you went out to a Pogue party and Rafe Found out. He would first make a scene at the party and then bitch about how Pogues were bad news even though he was a 20 year old living with his dad and in debt with Barry, whom Rafe pretends you don’t know about.
After his bitch fit he would bring you home and tell your parents where you were and what you were doing there. Your parents always fawned over his “ responsibility” and completely ignored the fact that he was constantly tracking you down like a package.
Earlier this evening you tried to get out of going to midsummers but your parents wouldn’t want to miss a chance to show off their perfect family. Even after begging your mom to stay home because you told her that you didn’t feel safe around Rafe, especially since you broke up with him yesterday. Rafe of course didn’t take it too well, the memory of the conversation bringing back the fear you had in the moment.
“ you good?” JJ said bring you out of your self pittying.
He flashed a smile and offered the tray of drinks.
“ oh yeah I’m fine, it’s just-“ you start, looking in the direction of Rafe in his baby blue suit.
The sight of a buzzed pissed off Rafe shook fear in both JJ and you. You quickly made your escape not having it in you to face Rafe just again.
Just as you were starting to feel safe hiding tennis courts, you see Rafe. You try to steady your breathing knowing exactly how this conversation will go.
“ you just gonna keep running away from me?” Rafe said
You remain silent trying to remain strong as long as possible.
“ look at me when I’m fucking talking to you” he said grabbing your shoulders and making you face him.
“ Rafe please can we not do this, please” you beg.
“ do what? I can’t talk to my girlfriend?” Rafe spoke looking down at you with eyes you wish you didn’t find beautiful.
“ Rafe, we aren’t together, I can’t deal with- you know. I mean I’m tired of having to constantly fight you and sit there and and act like I don’t know what your doing” you say, your eyes welling up.
“ baby, I don’t know what your talking about, I-“ you interrupt him, “ No Rafe stop acting innocent, I’m not fucking dumb” you say backing up from him.
Rafe stopped and stared at you trying to think of a way to cover his ass again. You roll your eyes and huff and turn to make your way back into the event.
“ It's just my dad, you know? I mean no matter what I do I’m just a fuck up…I’m always going to be a failure in his eyes.” Rafe said his tears formed in his eyes as well.
“ I-I’m trying alright? I’m going to get my shit together I swear.” Rafe spoke with unsure confidence.
You clench your fist, the last bit of fight leaving your body. Rafe looked at you with his glossy blue eyes pleading. The second you turn around to face him again, then and there you give in again to the endless cycle that you two seem to always be stuck in…
