Now this would be a fun way to store you in the closet. Personally, Iâd tie your hands behind your back. This girl is able to relieve some of the pain with her hands. No no, that wonât do at all for you.
Yandere jock x male reader forced boyfriend. Jock forced you to be his boyfriend and tried everything he could to have sex with you, you refused, leaving him needy and horny. So he drugs the food with aphrodisiac when he gives you a snack
Yandere Jock x Reader
M yan x M reader
TW - general yandere behavior, NSFW, drugging, dubcon, semi-public sex
You had to be the unluckiest guy in the world. Things were supposed to be fine. Your plan was to just fly under the radar until graduation, and you almost made it.
Until he came along.
People envied you, getting to date the hot, popular jock despite not being not very popular yourself. But none of them realize how hellish it is! You never even liked him in the first place! The only reason you two were dating was because of some stupid blackmail he had.
The two of you couldn't even have one conversation without him practically begging to fuck you. But there was no way you'd ever let him! You'd rather let him spill your secrets!
Other than that (and the jealousy issues, and the possessiveness, and the threats, and everything else awful about him) he was sometimes kind of nice. It wasn't uncommon for him to bring you snacks or drinks.
So one morning when he came to you with a bottle of water a granola bar, you didn't think much of it. You didn't have breakfast that day anyway.
But you quickly realized something was wrong. Very wrong.
The whole morning after eating that stupid little granola bar your mind has been fuzzy, your body needy. The only thing you could seem to think of was how much your cock needed attention.
You couldn't even make it to lunch. While everyone else enjoyed their break and ate the world's worst food, you were hiding in a bathroom stall jerking off. It was pathetic. One hand covered your mouth as the other desperately fisted your cock.
You didn't even stop when you heard someone coming in. You just bit your hand and tried harder to hold back your pathetic moans.
Until you heard his voice.
"I know you're in there, darling. Let me in so I can help you out."
How did he know?! This finally made you stop your actions, pre-cum making your hand sticky.
"If you don't let me in, I'll just crawl under the stall door. I'm not afraid to get a little dirty. I've waited too damn long for you to finally be ready for me."
He pounded on the door, making it rattle. What were you supposed to do? You didn't want him...but you probably needed some help with this, and if he's going to come in anyway, you might as well not struggle too much...
Barely pulling your pants back up, you shakily unlocked and opened the stall door. He barged in and closed the door again, making sure to lock it. He didn't waste a second in connecting his lips with yours harshly as he pushed you against the cold wall and pulled your pants down, making sure they dropped to your ankles.
"Look who's needy now..." He lowered his own pants just enough for his erection to spring free, and it was larger than you had anticipated. As if the world would end if he didn't penetrate you fast enough, he turned you around so your back was facing him and forced his way into your ass.
He let out a loud moan as your warmth enveloped him. "Now you listen here. Don't you dare let me miss out on hearing your moans, got it? Be loud. I want everyone to know who you belong to."
With that, he thrust into you at a brutal pace. One of his hands found its way around your body to hold you by the neck, just tight enough so you could really feel it without choking.
His free hand caressed your ass cheeks gently, then slapped them hard enough to leave a mark. Even if it weren't for him demanding you not muffle yourself, you weren't sure if you could. It was impossible not to moan and scream with pleasure and he caressed and used your sensitive body.
If you could think straight, you'd be more concerned about all the noise. Surely anyone would hear if they simply walked past. But it was impossible to think of anything except how his cock was rearranging your guts.
"Fuck, you look so damn good like this...! You have no clue how long I've been waiting for this moment..." He leaned in and gently nibbled your earlobe, moving down to bite and kiss your shoulders.
His hand, previously on your ass, moved around to your twitching cock. He fisted you, his pace very slow compared to the intense and desperate way he was demolishing your hole.
"Cum for me, I know you want to."
And oh lord did you. You swear you've never shot such a large load. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac?
Feeling your hot cum coat his hand, he soon filled you with his own seed, the grip he had on your neck tightening.
summary: Youâre charmingly spoiled. Youâre too kind for your own good. Youâre the princess of Figure 8 âŠand youâre way out of JJ Maybankâs league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameronâs pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, heâs determined to save you.
Your rescue just comes with a price.
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When you woke up, you were alone.
Even if you didnât remember how drunk youâd gotten the night before, everything about the way your head pounded and the tightness in your throat told you so. Sunlight was bleeding through your curtains, but it wasnât the kind of brightness associated with the afternoon, so you knew it was still morning. You were slow in sitting up, holding the sheet to you as you glanced around, your gaze briefly landing on the familiar fabric on the floor.
You stared at it for too long, raising your hand to press to your forehead in both disbelief and horror. A strange range of emotions were all fighting for dominance within you, and you forced yourself to close your eyes in order to calm down. Taking a deep breath, you tried to ignore the feeling of dried bodily fluids between your thighsâŠbut it was hard. You could feel a familiar sting behind your eyes.
Youâd cheated on Rafe.
Sure, youâd been doing that for some time, now, but last night youâd really cheated on him. You didnât know why a few kisses and some touching didnât make it feel as real to you when it most definitely should have, but last night was a point of no return. Last night was a line you werenât even sure youâd wanted to cross. Your stomach turned, and you swallowed it down.
You and JJ had sex.
Right hereâŠin your bedroom.
There was a part of you that wondered if you could even call it that. Youâd been so drunk, and while things were still a little fuzzy, you knew for a fact that youâd been so unsure. JJ hadnât seemed to care, but JJ wasnât like Rafe. Surely, if youâd tried harder to stop him, he wouldâve stoppedâŠrightâŠ? You did want to be with JJ, that was no secret, but maybe the events of the previous night showed you that you werenât as conflicted as youâd thought. After allâŠ
You couldâve protested more.
âŠbut you didnât.
Your mind was going a mile a minute, and after briefly dropping your face into your hands, you threw the covers back. You werenât in the right headspace to analyze anyoneâs actions and motives, pushing yourself to your feet to seek out a much-needed shower. You grimaced at the sight of your clothes on the floor, forcing yourself not to think about that, right now.
You were thankful that your perusal in the mirror brought up no unwanted marks, and that allowed you to rest easier. The warm spray of the shower did help with the hangover and fatigue, but it did nothing for the heaviness in your chest. Pressing your wet hands to your face, you allowed yourself to remember the way JJ held youâhow gentle he was in doing so. You couldnât recall the last time you felt like that.
You swallowed down a sob at the memories of his lips pressing kisses all over your face as he laid you down on your bed. By that point, youâd forgotten why it was a bad idea, wrapping your arms around JJ and lifting your hips to meet his. The alcoholic fog made it hard to decipher how long heâd slowly thrust into you against your sheets, but it was long enough to make you shudder just thinking about it.
âŠbut it was wrong.
It was so wrong, and not just because of Rafe, but because you hadnât even wanted to in the beginning. You wondered if that even mattered at this point. You wanted JJ. Youâd wanted to know what it felt like to be with him and be with someone who made you feel safe. Even if you hadnât been quite ready yet, did it matter? Whether it was last night or two months from nowâŠdid it matter?
Telling yourself that you couldnât stay in the shower forever, you turned the water off.
Rafe was the last person you expected to see when you finally opened the door.
You actually froze at the sight of him, tightening the towel around you just as he sat on the edge of your bed. The sight of him thereâŠsitting where you and JJ were only hours agoâŠit made your stomach turn. He looked better than you felt, dirty blond strands freshly washed and the short sleeves of his white polo stretching against his skin. You surmised that it was a warmer day outside.
âIâm surprised you even made it upstairs last night,â was his pleasant greeting.
Finally telling yourself to move, you made to pick up your dressâŠand underwear.
âI managed,â was all you said, moving to put the dirty clothes in the hamper.
There was no way Rafe could know, but part of you felt like he could just sense it. Rafe had this way about him that made him seem larger than life, like he had abilities and senses the rest of youânamely youâdidnât. As you looked at him, you couldnât stop your eyes from watering, recalling the feel of JJ shuddering against you as he came, his blue eyes staring into yours. The tears spilled over before you could stop them, and you watched the way Rafeâs lips curved.
âI take it you remember last nightâŠand how shitty you were being.â
You wiped your face, looking away from your boyfriend, remembering something else entirely. Yes, you were shitty, but not for the reasons he thought. When you heard him stand, you pressed your hand to your face, and you didnât protest when Rafe gently pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. Rafe shushed you, slowly rocking you, but there was nothing comforting about it.
âYou know I hate it when you drink like that,â he murmured into your hair. âYou know I hate howâŠfussy you get.â
You nodded, your mind preoccupied with the sweet nothings JJ had whispered into your ear instead.
ââŠand then I have to be the bad guy when you start embarrassing yourself.â
You recalled the sigh youâd let out when JJ pulled out of you, conflicted between wanting him to leave as soon as possible and pulling you against him again. You remembered his hand on your face and his lips on yours after heâd gotten dressed, telling you he wished he didnât have to go. You could still remember his fingers against your lips as youâd drunkenly kissed them, vision blurring and room tilting. You didnât remember him leavingâŠonly closing your eyes.
When you pulled back to look at Rafe, the expectant glint in his gaze was evident, and before where it wouldâve made you bristle⊠Now, it only made your heart sink. You looked over his face, telling yourself that Rafe was a thousand times worse to you than you could ever be to him, and yet, that did nothing to ease your guilt. He was still your boyfriendâŠand youâd had sex with someone else.
Youâd made love to someone else.
âIâm sorry,â you quietly told him.
Even though the apology wasnât for what he thought it wasâŠit was genuine.
You ignored another call from a familiar face, swallowing down the bad taste it left in your mouth. You felt all kinds of horrible for ignoring the blond for literal weeksâespecially after having sex with himâbut you needed time to think. About Rafe, about JJ, about that night⊠Your feelings about said night were still so complicated and confusing, and you still didnât know if you liked the way JJ handled thingsâand if you did, was it because you were drunk?
You chewed on your fingernails, telling yourself that JJ wasnât Rafe.
Youâd experienced rape many times, and that night with JJ wasnât quite the same.
So, why did you still feel weird about it?
âWe could go to the beachâŠâ
You were pulled from your thoughts by another blonde teenager, Sarahâs budding smile filling your vision when you refocused on her. She sat back down before you on the couch, handing you a glass of lemonade as she gave you a hopeful look. You swallowed a sigh, knowing that if you agreed, her friends would show up somehowâŠand you werenât quite ready to face JJ just yet.
You knew that he was still periodically sleeping at the pool house, catching glimpses of him through the window sometimes while everyone else slept. You didnât need to be a genius to know that he was waiting and hoping youâd come see him, whether to talk or repeat what had been done that night. You had too many things to sort throughâyour confusion, your guilt, your feelings for him.
You didnât know how to feel about JJ, right now, and that worried you.
âI better notâŠâ
As your voice trailed off, you watched her face fall. You knew what she was thinking about before she even voiced it.
âI really am sorry about what happened at John B.âs,â she sheepishly told you. âNothing went as planned.â
âSarah, itâs fine-.â
âItâs really not though,â she sighed. âIâŠâ
She shook her head, rolling her eyes towards the ceiling.
âI hate how Rafe treats you,â she forced out, voice cracking. âHe behaves like you belong to him.â
Your gaze fell to your lap at that.
âHe treats you like youâre his fucking property, andâŠâ
Her expression was a mix of confusion and disgust when you looked up again.
âI just donât understand why you stay,â she spat, scoffing to herself. âSure, you love him, butâŠâ
She shifted on the couch, giving you her full attention.
âDoes he love you? Do you like being treated like this?â
âSarah-.â
âI donât care if Iâm overstepping, help me understand,â she cut you off, looking between your eyes. âWhy do you stay? Why do you put up with it?â
You were trying not to let her words anger youâafter all, how could she knowâbut it was hard when she looked at you like you were some foolish and dick-struck girl she just didnât get. Â Swallowing down all the things you wanted to say, you merely shook your head.
âYou wouldnât get it.â
âYouâre right,â she fired back. âI donât get it.â
Your jaw clenched.
âI donât get why you let him talk to you any kind of way. I donât get why you blindly follow him around and do what he says! I donât get why Iâm trying so hard to help you have some kind of life outside of my brother when you donât even seem to want that,â she said, face pinched in confusion. âMy friends like you, andâŠif you asked them, theyâd probably consider you their friend too.â
You looked away at that.
âThey ask about you and they worry about youâ because they see it too! âbut you seem so,â she dragged the word out. ââŠhappy to revolve your entire life around Rafe.â
You blinked back tears, struggling to handle the range of emotions her rightful frustration brought on. Sarah didnât know the truth, so you couldnât fault her for feeling disturbed by your dynamic with her brother, but that didnât make it sting any less. Especially so since it seemed like everyone only saw you as the girlfriend that obeyed Rafe like a well-trained dog.
You would love to have friends outside of Rafe and his friends. You would love to be able to go anywhere you wanted without your phone and car being tracked. It would be nice to tell your boyfriend you were going to hang out with Sarah or whoever without it being some big thing that needed approval and a million questions about who else would be thereâif any guys would be there. You would kill for a normal relationship with a normal boyfriend that didnât put the fear of God into you, but that wasnât the hand you were dealt.
âWhat do you want me to say, Sarah?â you eventually sighed.
You could see the way her face fell as she studied yours, and you didnât miss the guilty look to cross her eyes. She touched her forehead, huffing.
âNothing, I guess,â she quietly answered. âIâm sorry, okay? I just⊠I just think you could do better.â
You didnât know how to respond to that, so you only nodded, ignoring her soft sigh as you stood. When she said your name, you didnât acknowledge it, only throwing her a small smile.
âYou should go to the beach, anyway, Sarah,â you told her. âYour friends always look for any excuse to get in the water.â
You forced yourself to go upstairs, hating how right everything Sarah said was and how awful it made you feel.
When Rafe finally returned hours later, you werenât in the most contagious of moods, wrapped up in his bed and still thinking about things that made your chest sting. Sarahâs words only served as a reminder as to how trapped you truly were, and that in turn made you feel less crappy about what youâd done with JJ.
It wasnât like you could actually leave RafeâŠ
JJ was right when heâd called your relationship a hostage situation. With that being said, you couldnât let go of that part of you that recognized Rafe as your boyfriend and recognized what you were doing with JJ as cheating. As awful as he wasâŠRafe was still your boyfriend, and while his jealousy got the better of him more often than not, you both knew that deep down, Rafe would never in a million years expect you to cheat on him.
Maybe that had more to do with control than trust thoughâŠ
Rafe wouldnât expect it because of his egoâŠnot because he loved you. Besides, many would argue that heâd betrayed you first and a million times over. Crossing boundaries and breaking trust was a betrayal, and Rafe had done that the night youâd turned nineteen, slapping you at your own birthday party, and all heâd done since then was continue to betray you.
When the bed sank underneath his weight, you closed your eyes at the feel of his fingers on your face.
âI ran into Sarah on the way inâŠâ
He continued when you didnât respond.
âShe told me to check on youâŠsaid she probably said some things she shouldnât have.â
You squeezed your eyes tighter, and when you didnât deny that, you heard him mumble something under his breath. It was about her, no doubt.
âWas it about me?â he wondered, voice dropping.
Licking your lips, you found your voice.
âRafe, I donât want to talk about thisâŠâ
âDonât let Sarah get into your headâŠâ he drawled. âSheâs a bitch, alright?â
You were pushing yourself to sit up before he could even finish, frowning at him.
âDonât call her that,â you argued. âSheâs your sister.â
ââŠand sheâs a bitch,â Rafe repeated, lowering his head so that his eyes were level with yours. âShe hates that youâre with me, so I can only imagine what she was saying.â
âNothing that wasnât true,â you whispered.
Rafe didnât respond to that, but the way he blinked at you told you that maybe you shouldnât have said it. You couldnât hold back your tears as you stared at him, and he just watched you wipe your face.
âMy life revolves around you, Rafe,â you quietly cried. âWill it ever not?â
By the way he rolled his eyes, you could see that he didnât want to have this conversation.
âI donât have any friends-.â
âYou have my friends,â he interrupted, and you shook your head.
âYour friends. What about friends of my own?â
More tears spilled over when Rafe stood, and you frowned at him.
âI do everything you ask,â you whispered. âIâve cut people out of my life, I wait on you, I dedicate just about every minute of every waking moment to you. When will it end? When will you let me have something like a life?â
You were unsurprised when Rafeâs hand found its way to your jaw, fingers firmly pressing into your skin and making you wince. His face was so close to yours, and you reached up to rest your hand on his wrist. At the feel, Rafe only tightened his hold, and more tears spilled over. Your boyfriendâs breathing was even as he looked between your eyes.
âDid you forget that it was only less than two months ago that I was racing down the streets of Kildare County to pick you up from The Cut?â his tone was sharp. âHmm?â
He continued when you blinked.
âOr what about when you talked to JJ before that behind my back?â
The mention of the other blond had you squeezing your eyes shut.
âYou make it sound likeâŠâ
âI donât care why you did it,â Rafe spat. âPoint is, you did.â
He shook your face, making you peel your eyes open. Rafeâs face was even save for the clench of his jaw as he stared you down. Suddenly he looked over you, face softening just a tad, and a smirk danced along his pink lips.
âIs it that time of the month?â he chuckled when you jerked your face out of his grip. âIs that where this is coming from?â
âFuck you,â you breathed, and he paused.
You watched him touch his tongue to his lip.
ââŠor maybe thatâs it,â he whispered. âMaybe you need me to fuck this attitude out of you, and you just donât know how to say it.â
When you moved to get up, Rafe stopped you, hands tight on your arms.
âNo,â he dragged out. âDonât get upâŠâ
You jerked away when he leaned in to kiss you.
âYouâve been moody for weeks, ever since you got drunk that night and made a fool out of yourselfâŠâ
He was rough in pushing you down.
âMy dadâs had me so tied up with family business stuff⊠Iâve been neglecting you, huh?â
âDonât touch me,â you spat, harshly shoving his chest. âIâm not in the mood.â
âYeah, okay,â the blond chuckled, and it was genuine. âIf I relied on you being in the mood, Iâd never get any.â
You struggled with his hands as they pulled at your shirt, and eventually you gave up, striking him clear across the face. The slap was loud, and your hand stung, evidence of just how hard youâd hit him. You could tell it shocked Rafe too, and your lips parted, silence descending over the two of you. You reacted before he did, using his momentary shock to climb off of the bed.
You were already in the hall when you heard his door swing open, banging against the wall.
âWhat the hell is your problem?â
His voice was loud, and that was all the confirmation you needed that you were alone in the house.
âI told you Iâm not in the mood,â your voice shook, and rightfully so.
You winced when Rafe caught your arm, yanking you back and making you face him. There was a deep frown between his brows as he stared you down, and you swallowed at the redness you saw on his cheek.
âAm I supposed to care about that or something?â his tone was clipped as he looked between your eyes. âYou think I give a fuck? You think I wonât fuck you right here in this hallway?â
âRafe, Iâm serious,â you bit out, fighting to push at his chest.
âWhat is your problem?â he repeated his earlier question. âDid Sarah put some ideas into your head or what?â
You winced when his other hand roughly grabbed your neck, and you grabbed that arm too.
âHave I ever cared if youâre in the mood? No? So, why would I now?â he wondered. ââŠand more importantly, why would you think I would?â
âRafe, please,â you begged when he leaned in, turning your face away.
When his lips touched the corner of your mouth, you hit him again.
He hit you harder.
Your face was on fire when you landed on the floor, eyes watering. You bit back a sob, covering your face as you heard Rafe sniff above you.
âIâm a guy, baby,â was all he said. âI promise you, I can hit you ten times harder.â
Your breathing was uneven, and when you refused to move, your boyfriend huffed.
âGet up,â he quietly told you. âGet the fuck up.â
His hand was under your arm, yanking you to your feet.
âI donât know whatâs gotten into you todayâfuck, I donât know if itâs something Sarah said, but cut it out,â he sneered, shaking you. âIâm not in the mood to deal with your bullshit.â
âOh, when youâre not in the mood to deal with my âbullshitâ, I have to shut up, but when Iâm not in the mood to fuck you, I should lie there and take it anyway, right?â
Rafe reared back a bit, looking down his nose at you, and the way he studied you made your heart skip a beat. You winced as his hand tightened, and you hated the way his lip twitched. There was a glint in his eye that made you nervous, and you watched him slowly smile. Letting you go, both of his hands started to gently drag up and down your arms.
âI think youâve been hanging around Sarah too much,â he told you, an amused lilt to his tone. âWe both know things go so much smoother with us when you know your place.â
You pulled your lip between your teeth, tearfully blinking at him.
âIâm not leaving you, Rafe,â you whispered. âYou have made it abundantly clear that I am never leaving you, so why canât you give me something to work with here?â
Rafe tilted his head at you, a frown on his face as he reached up to gently touch your own face.
âYou can leave,â he said to you, making you roll your eyes. âBaby, you can leave me anytime you wantâŠâ
You didnât look at him, refusing to dignify this farce. His fingers were gentle on your skin as he trailed them down your jaw and neck, and you shuddered, tears kissing your eyes at the way he was toying with you.
âSo long as you know whatâll happen if you doâŠâ
You didnât say anything, and the tension in the air shifted when he spoke again, tone venomous.
âYou want to leave me, you go right ahead, but donât think I wonât smile in your daddyâs face after wringing your neck,â he sneered. âDonât tell me youâre never leaving me like thatâs supposed to be some comfort to me or some bargaining chip.â
He took your face into his hands, making you look at him.
âI know youâre never leaving me,â he calmly said. âItâs not something I worry about, so thereâs no need to reassure me. I donât need it.â
âI could,â you choked out.
That bloodthirsty glint in his eye came and went, and Rafe smiled again.
âOkay⊠Letâs say, for argumentâs sake, you do leave me⊠Who in this town would touch you with a ten-foot pole?â he shrugged. âYouâre mine.â
You licked your lips.
âKildare isnât the only place in the world,â you whispered.
âYouâd have to get off the island first,â Rafe bit out, visage void of all humor, now.
His nostrils flared as he looked between your eyes, his blue gaze cold, and you took a step back when he moved forward. The look on his face was unreadable, and you struggled to figure out what he was thinking.
âIs that what this is about? Youâre thinking about leaving me?â
âNo.â
You denied that before heâd even finished talking, heart skipping a beat.
It was your boyfriendâs quiet moments that you found unpredictable. When he was irritated and loud and pacing like a bull, you knew what to expect and how to handle him. In the moments where most of that was going on inside of his head, you didnât always know how to proceed or how to prepare yourself.
âI just feel like if I say Iâm not in the mood, it shouldnât become a big thing,â you tearfully continued.
ââŠand why should I care if youâre not in the mood?â he wondered, leaning in. âWhy should that matter to meâŠ?â
You took a deep breath, voice shaky.
ââŠbecause Iâm your girlfriend.â
ââŠand as my girlfriend you donât think itâs your duty to fulfill your part in this relationship?â
You crossed your arms over your chest.
âI spoil you, I buy you flowers and gifts, I take you out to places some people on this island will never see,â he said. âSo many girls want what you have, and you canât even put a smile on your face and fuck me when I want you to?â
âThey wouldnât want what I have if they knew you were a violent piece of shit,â you spat, tears in your eyes.
Rafeâs expression shifted at that, and although you couldnât name it, you knew you didnât like it. You watched him glance away, jaw ticking as he slowly nodded. When his eyes met yours again, you braced yourself. You were prepared for a slap.
Not a punch.
Your scream bounced off of the walls as you covered your face, and if it werenât for Rafe, you wouldâve collapsed right there. His arms were tight around you as you held your nose, blood seeping between your fingers as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your whole face hurt, but your nose especially, and if all the blood didnât make it obvious, the God-awful pain did.
It was broken.
You couldnât stop crying, the most gut-wrenching choking noises escaping your throat, your sobs coming out too fast for your body to handle. Rafe was movingâwalking you somewhereâbut you were too preoccupied with the pain in your face and the blood on your arms to concern yourself with it.
Until there was air beneath your feet.
It was too late for you to grab the railing, the blood on your hands making it impossible to slow your descent down the stairs. Each step was like a hit to your arm or your leg or your side, and even throwing your hands out before you didnât help much. When you landed at the very bottomâright onto your kneeâyou didnât register the pain at first. There was too much painâmostly in your faceâto take note of the one that was prominent alongside your nose.
When you did, you gasped, keeling over and holding your knee to your chest.
Your other hand was still holding your nose, and you were growing lightheaded at both the sight of blood and the feeling of the loss of blood. Your mind was going a mile a minute, and the sharp pain in your knee had you momentarily forgetting about your nose. When you tried to move your leg, you cried out, and you only pulled your gaze away when you heard Rafe walking down the stairs.
Through tearful eyes, you watched him steadily take out his phone. His face was as calm as ever when he finally joined you on the first floor, and you flinched when he reached for you, hand coming to rest on the top of your head as he made you lean your cheek against his leg.
You squeezed your eyes shut as the operatorâs voice traveled from the phone.
âYeah, umâŠmy girlfriend⊠She justâŠshe just tripped down the stairs,â he breathed. âI think sheâll be fine, but sheâs bleeding a lot, and I think she hurt her knee.â
You shook against him as he gave her his address, and when he hung up, you avoided his gaze when he slowly knelt before you. Against your will, he pulled your hand away, and you flinched again when he tried to wipe some of the blood off of your face. Rafeâs voice was soft as he shushed you, but it only made you cry harder.
When he didnât say anything, you knew that he was waiting for you to look at him, and when you did, he took a deep breath. His blue eyes stared into your own.
âHowâs that for a violent piece of shit?â
With a screaming leg, and a face that felt like it was on fire, you had no choice but to let him pull you against him. His arm curled around you as he rested his chin on top of your head, hand playing with your hair while you both waited for the ambulance.
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