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It's still not cheating when he's your best friend – Rafe Cameron x Reader (Part 2)

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Summary: You're excited to see your favorite band live. But a fight with your boyfriend threatens to cancel the trip, until someone you don’t expect to see, saves the day: your best friend Rafe Cameron.

Concept: best friend, only nice to her

Warnings: mdni! – smut, fingering, public, (kinda) dubcon, cheating (reader cheats on boyfriend), hints at a toxic relationship, name calling (reader is called slut), protective!rafe

Word count: 3.1k

a/n The past weeks have been really hard for me due to health issues. But I've finally been able to write again. I had fun writing this and I hope you won’t be disappointed reading it. Please let me know your thoughts.

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He almost ruined it. For months, you had been looking forward to seeing one of your favorite bands at the beach festival. The day before the concert, your boyfriend told you he didn't want to go and he didn't want you to go either. You had a fight that started over something stupid and ended with him accusing you that you just wanted to go to the festival so you could run around naked and fool around with guys, like the slut you were. You cried when he stormed out and shut your dorm room’s door with a bang. You cried all night.

Your boyfriend was supposed to be the driver. And now on top of all the personal pain you were feeling, you had to explain to your friends that you no longer had a ride to the festival. Neither you nor one of your friends owned a car. You tried to get your parents' car, but they needed it themselves. In the group chat you discussed all kinds of possibilities, until one of your friends wrote that he had organized a car. Everyone cheered at that, and even you, despite of all those tears that kept running down your face, were relieved that you and your friends could make the trip. You not only wanted to see the band play, more important to you was to get out with your friend and forget about the argument you and your boyfriend had.

Your friend also mentioned that the car's owner would join us to the festival, to which everyone naturally agreed and was excited. You even promised to bake cookies for the mysterious hero.

But you didn’t expect it to be him. You could have guessed because that friend also went to high school with you and they had been friends then. Still, it was kind of a shock and you froze when you saw a familiar car on the parking lot next to the dorms. The Cameron family SUV.

You hadn't talked to him since that one night. That one night that should have never happened. That one night that had been the best night of your life. That one night when you had had the best sex of your life with your best friend, Rafe Cameron.

Rafe wasn't much of a texter, but he had texted you. You had written six different replies and never sent one. You had wanted to write him or call him several times. Like last night when your boyfriend had made you cry again. Suddenly you were very aware of how you must look. Your eyes all puffy from the crying.

Rafe was at the back of the car, loading bags into the trunk with the friend who had invited him to this trip.

He hadn't seen you yet, his back was turned towards you, and you were glad about it, because you didn't know what to say, didn't know how to feel. So you were more than relieved when one of your friends arrived shortly after you, pulled you in a hug and decided that you two could already get into the car which was much cooler than standing around in the burning sun, while you could leave it to the guys to load your stuff into the car.

You sat in the middle of the backseat, your friend to your right. She started chatting right away and you felt somewhat relieved that she didn't comment on your boyfriend's absence nor your puffy eyes. Shortly after, the rest of your group arrived, you were six altogether, and luckily the SUV was really comfortable – more comfortable than your boyfriend's old minivan.

Rafe got into the driver's seat, and for a moment, he looked at you through the rearview mirror, before you turned your attention to your friend, as you felt your heart skipping a beat at that moment. You were unsure whether you saw a smile flash over his face, and you didn't dare to look again to check, afraid your face might reveal too much of your inner turmoil.

Though the drive took several hours, time flew by quickly. You had been right. It was good being with your friends and having fun. Everyone was in a good mood, the music was good, there was lively chatting and laughter, there was drinking and snacking, and even stupid car games were played. You might have been a little quieter than usual, but no one seemed to notice – no one except Rafe, who again and again looked at you through the mirror, but never directly spoke to you.

The parking lot of the festival site was already quite full, but Rafe managed to find a good spot for the car. When you got out of the car, you stretched your arms and felt the sun on your skin. It was a very hot day and the car had been nicely air-conditioned. Since it was so hot and the festival was on the beach anyway, your friends and you decided to just wear your bathing suits. You got out of your jeans shorts and shirt, as you were wearing your bikini underneath. You saw Rafe take off his shirt, and one of your guy friends commented that he should put it back on as it would make them all look like total wimps compared to him. There was laughter and Rafe smirked as he casually flexed his chest muscles. It was true. Rafe did look fitter than most guys. It wasn't too much muscles, but he was big and looked strong. Sometimes you thought he looked too good to be real, like a statue of some Greek god… Rafe had caught you staring at him and you quickly averted your gaze, feeling heat crawling to your face.

Since everyone was hungry, your friends and you decided to get some pizza and drinks, and after that more drinks. Everyone was relaxed and had a good time. You smiled a lot – except when you looked at your phone and saw the notifications. Your boyfriend had sent you several texts and voice mails. You didn't open them, you had already seen in the preview window what those texts were about. Obviously he hadn't calmed down. If anything he was even more angry, even more hurtful in his messages.

When looking at the phone, you also saw the time. The band you wanted to see was about to play soon. You asked your friends to go with you closer to the stage, but no one really wanted to move. They said you could hear the music perfectly well from their current spot, besides the booze was here. To that everyone cheered and raised their cups. Everyone but Rafe.

“I’ll go with you.”

“You don't have to. You can stay here, enjoy yourself. I'll just go on my own.”

“Quit that bullshit,” he said and came closer, he had put his cup away. “I'm going with you. So you won't get lost in the crowd. Besides, I know how much you want to see your third favorite band live.”

“You remember,” you gazed up at him, who stood now directly in front of you. You had to shield your eyes since the sun was shining so brightly, but you could definitely see a smile on his lips.

“Of course, I remember,” he said in a low voice, almost whispering and you couldn't help it, you gasped for air.

The smile on his lips turned into a smirk as he continued, “How could I ever forget you dancing to that one song for like all of junior year, hm? You're gonna do that dance again? Wouldn't wanna miss that.”

And he started moving his hips and his arms in a weird clumsy rhythm, imitating what was supposed to be you dancing. It looked ridiculous and you had to laugh.

You punched his shoulder. “Stop that. That's not how I dance.”

He kept on moving in that awkward way and you tried hard to stop laughing – suddenly feeling lighter and more relaxed than you had in weeks – since that night.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and pushed out your lips, pouting, but couldn't fight the giggles, as Rafe tried some elaborate pirouette which caused him to stumble, but he stopped, directly in front of you. All of a sudden he was calm and there was something so soft in his features which you knew he rarely ever showed anyone.

“Let's go,” it was almost a whisper, then he added in a louder voice. “We don't want to miss that song and that dance.”

You punched his chest, your hand almost hurting as it hit the hard muscle – and felt his hot skin. But you let him take your hand and lead you from the group of your friends who were engrossed in some conversation of their own. His strong hand holding yours felt good, it felt right. Rafe was your best friend. He was the one you trusted most, he was the one who made you laugh, no matter what.

Rafe walked towards the stage and tugged you along with him. When there were more and more people around, he pulled you close to his body. Still holding one of your hands, his palm touched your back as he walked behind you, keeping you very close. He made sure you didn't get lost in the crowd. His body shielded you from anyone bumping into you or spilling their drinks on you.

The place got more and more crowded and he had to slow down. You turned your head to look at him.

“This is okay,” you said.

Rafe frowned as he looked at you. “No, it's not. We're going to the front row.”

“No, Rafe, this is totally okay. I can see enough from here.”

His frown deepened. “No, you can't. You're too tiny.”

At that comment you frowned. “I’m not tiny. You're just a giant,” you said and wanted to punch him with your free hand, but you didn't have enough space to move your arm, so you just ended up placing your palm on his chest. Feeling his hard muscle, feeling his hot skin, and his heart beating. He placed his hand on yours and your breathing hitched.

Rafe held you even tighter to his body as he proceeded to walk to the stage. His strong arms held you, protected you. And despite all these people around you, you only felt him, his presence, his closeness, all around you. Your skin tingled where it touched his, and that tingling grew stronger and became something else. Something that went so much deeper. And you felt a too familiar pulsing in your core.

Some people complained and pushed and shoved, but one look at Rafe’s face and stature and they made room for you and him. He really managed to secure a spot in the front row for you, right in the middle and you got the perfect view of the stage, standing directly behind the first barrier. Only a few feet of empty space separated you from the stage. Rafe was standing directly behind you, his hands to both sides of you, resting on the rail, his arms caging you in – shielding you.

You wanted to turn and thank him, but in that moment the band entered the stage and started playing their first song. You were captivated by their performance and the great atmosphere their music created. There was cheering, singing, dancing all around you. People were pushing and shoving, but you only felt a fraction of that as Rafe's body pressed closer to yours. He was shielding you from all the crowd's wilder movements, while you could enjoy being part of this experience safely.

You even danced a bit, your back rubbing against Rafe's front. When you craned your neck to look back at him, you saw him grin. And you felt a grin on your own face.

The set list was great too. They played all your favorite songs and the lead singer managed to put some kind of spell on the audience when they played a couple of slower songs. Or that spell was just on you, and not caused by the singer, but by something or someone else.

You leaned back a little, your head resting against Rafe's broad chest, feeling his heart beat. You closed your eyes and your hips swayed to the slow rhythm of the song. Your skin touched his skin. And you didn't mind the thin film of sweat covering his body from the heat of the bright sun and the crowded place. You smelled his scent so intensely, it made you almost forget where you were. It just made you feel.

Your eyes opened, your upper body leaned forward, resting your arms on the barrier. You watched the singer putting all his emotions into each and every note. Goosebumps crawled over your skin. But it wasn't from the singer's raspy voice. Rafe's hand touched your hip. Your back arched a little as your butt was pushed back. You gasped. Rafe's hand rubbed over your butt cheek, you felt the rough palm, the long fingers, the cool metal of his ring on your skin. The touch was light, too light, too gentle, too soft. Your mouth opened, but all sounds were drowned by the music and the noise of the people.

His fingertips, just his fingertips, tenderly touched the back of your thigh, moved to the inside of your leg. They moved up and one finger rubbed over the fabric of your bikini bottoms. It was like scratching and you flinched, but that didn't make him withdraw his hand. Instead, the finger pushed harder, pushed to part your folds, pushed to tease you, while the layer of clothes still was between you and his digit.

You felt heat rushing through your body, neither caused by the sun nor by the heat of the people moving around you. You did not perceive any of them. You just felt him, while your eyes were directed at the band on stage performing their emotional song.

Rafe’s finger moved along your slit with pressure. Through your bikini panties his fingertip was able to find your most sensitive spot at once and he began teasing it mercilessly. No one heard it, but you were sure, Rafe felt that you were moaning. You felt a growing need that threatened to take over all your senses. As if he knew that, felt that, perceived that, Rafe pushed the fabric aside – tantalizingly slow. And his fingers found you wet and yearning for his touch. A mewling sound escaped your lips as a finger pushed inside you. You felt your walls clench around the digit. And you felt Rafe tense behind you and you were sure you heard a groan.

The song had changed, you only now realized, its rhythm was faster, wilder. And so was Rafe's touch. His finger thrust into you, stretching your tightness, pushing deep, making you squirm. Your hands gripping the metal of the barrier for support. Your legs started shaking as Rafe added a second finger and began fucking you with his digits. He curled them inside you and your head went back to your neck as you moaned shamelessly. He pulled his fingers out completely, just to push them into you even deeper. Again and again.

The song grew louder, harder, fiercer – and so did his finger-fucking you. Your body trembled, your voice was hoarse and you were whining now. He pushed you further and further, closer and closer to the edge.

Then, all of a sudden, he leaned over you – maybe he was pushed by the crowd jumping about, maybe he needed to feel you closer too – and you could feel his hardness press against your back. You pressed your eyes shut as your climax hit you, hit you hard. The wave swept you away and carried you to another place, where all you did was feel, feel this, feel him.

His fingers fucked you through your orgasm. He had wrapped his arm around you, was holding you close to his body, and thus was also keeping you from falling, since your legs were shaking and you feared you no longer could trust them to support you.

Slowly he pulled his fingers out. And even though you still felt echoes of your high, this also left a feeling of emptiness inside you. A longing that was always there if he wasn't inside you.

You felt his breath close to your ear and heard him say something, but the music drowned his words. You turned your head, looking at him with hooded eyes and saw him lick his fingers.

The rest of the concert felt like in a haze. Rafe kept his arm around you, holding you close, while you watched the band play but could only listen to his heart beat, as your body was still shivering.

When the show ended, people started moving and Rafe took a step back to give you room to turn around to him.

“Thirsty?” he asked you, and you just nodded, not trusting your voice.

His hand on your back, Rafe guided you through the crowd back to your friends, and you had to admit to yourself that you wouldn't have found them on your own.

Rafe ordered something to drink for you at the nearby bar while you stood with your friends. One of them commented that you were glowing and that you looked totally blissed out. You touched your cheek and felt the heat, and felt that smile on your face. She asked if the show had been that good and you replied that it had been amazing. Your voice was hoarse and she suspected it was from you singing along with the band so loudly all the time. You didn't comment on that, just felt another wave of heat going through your body. As you turned, your eyes met Rafe's. A little smirk on his lips as he put a cup into your hand and took a swig out of his own.

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Drew Starkey in Mexico

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I usually don't reblog my own fics, but this story just hit 5k notes. This is crazy! I can't believe that so many people actually like what I wrote. Thank you so much to each and everyone for liking, reblogging and commenting!

I've felt inspired and wrote a part 2 for this. I'll just have to edit it and then will post it. I hope you'll like it.

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It's not cheating when he's your best friend – Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You and your best friend Rafe want to watch some movies together, but your jealous boyfriend keeps calling you and makes you cry. Rafe takes care of you.

Concept: best friends, one bed

Warnings: mdni! – smut, fingering, sex, p in v, cheating (reader cheats on boyfriend), jealousy, hints at toxic relationship, name calling (reader is called slut), protective!rafe, but also kinda mean!rafe

Word count: 3.9k

“Now what has the dick done this time?”

“His name is Nick and you know that,” you punched your best friend against his chest, causing him to mouth an “ouch!” and rub the spot you had hit, pretending to be hurt, though you knew even if you'd tried, you could not actually hurt him. He was so much stronger than you. And hitting him with your fist, you just felt his hard muscles and actually hurt your own hand a little.

“Whatever. He's a dick for sure,” Rafe shrugged, reached over you to grab the popcorn. His arm brushed your chest, just hardly touching your shirt, and weirdly it made you shiver.

You frowned at Rafe who had already turned his face towards the TV screen again. You were sitting next to him on the floor in front of his bed. Sure it wasn't as comfortable as if you had been sitting on the bed, but it was kind of your thing. Yours and Rafe's. When you were kids you used to do that all the time, sit as close to the TV screen as possible, because “it was like going to the movies”, the screen seemed so much bigger. Now the screen was actually huge, it still felt bigger sitting on the floor and looking up. You kind of felt like kids again, even though you were both adults now. It was a feeling of nostalgia, something you hadn't known you had missed that much.

It had been a while since you had done this, just a movie night with your best friend since childhood. Though your college wasn't that far away from the island, you had hardly seen Rafe in the last couple of months. And you'd missed this, hanging out with your best friend. Watching a movie marathon – Rafe had picked tonight's movies: all four John Wick films. And even though you had rolled your eyes when Rafe told you, you had to admit the movies were actually fun to watch. And you enjoyed yourself, eating popcorn, sitting next to each other, chatting or just watching in silence when a scene got extremely exciting.

You enjoyed yourself more than you had in a while. And you were so glad that you had agreed to spending time with Rafe before you would have to drive back to college the next day.

Well, you had enjoyed yourself, until your phone just wouldn't keep quiet. You had it on silent, but you could see the screen blinking. And you couldn't ignore it, because it might be important.

It was your boyfriend who had been texting you. And you hated to leave him on read, so you replied. But he didn't stop. You told him – again – you would call him later, you were watching movies with your best friend. His answer wasn't what you had hoped for.

You were just typing back when Rafe asked you what your boyfriend had done.

You really didn't want to talk about it, you wanted to relax, not think about your boyfriend or college or the next day when you would have to return, not think about how much you had missed just being yourself in the company of your best friend.

But your phone kept ringing. Your boyfriend was now calling you. You sighed.

You saw Rafe glancing at you sideways.

You should just put your phone away, and ignore it. But you were already too upset to enjoy the movie.

So you got up.

“I gotta take this,” you told Rafe, pointing at your phone, and you didn't even wait for his reply, but went to the adjoining bathroom and closed the door behind you.

You took a deep breath before answering the phone.

“Hi babe, I—” But your boyfriend didn't let you finish. He started talking right away, though it wasn't actually talking, he was yelling at you. He was furious that you had ignored him. You tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen.

“Why haven't you told me who you are meeting?”

“I didn't think it was such a big deal. Rafe's my best friend, you know that. I've known him since forever…”

Your boyfriend went to high school with you, so he knew who Rafe Cameron was. And he had never gotten along with him. Which was okay, because you only started dating at college. And that was when you found out that he hated your best friend. But since you hardly ever saw Rafe, he was never really a topic in your relationship. Until now.

“Don't think I'm stupid, y/n. He's not just a friend. He's Rafe Cameron.”

“But he is my friend!” You had tried to keep quiet, but your emotions were in turmoil. You didn't know how it had happened, but you were almost feeling angry.

“A friend who wants to fuck you. But that's what you want, huh? You just wanna be one of his dumb sluts? He's using you!”

Tears filled your eyes and you couldn't hold them back at his harsh words.

“That's not true,” your voice sounded weak and you sobbed.

He wouldn't listen. He just accused you of these ridiculous things, calling you names, and then he just hung up. You tried to call him back, but the call went straight to voice mail.

Your mind was racing, your heart was beating so fast, you felt it would explode in your chest. Tears were running down your cheeks, but you didn't even care to wipe them from your face when you left the bathroom to return to Rafe's bedroom.

He was still sitting on the floor in front of the bed. The movie was paused, you noticed from the silence in the room, and it kind of touched you that he had been so considerate to pause the movie, so you wouldn't miss a scene.

He looked up at you, but you tried to avoid his gaze as you walked closer.

“I need to go,” you said, hardly audibly.

“What?” Rafe frowned at you. “Dicky calls and you come running?”

For a moment, you wondered if he was hurt. After all, you had promised to spend time with him, watch a John Wick marathon. And you hadn't seen him for so long.

“I can't do this now,” you sniffled and shook your head. You couldn't deal with your best friend's hurt feelings too now, even though you felt bad. But you needed to leave now, you needed to make things right with your boyfriend.

You reached down to pick up your bag that was lying on the floor next to Rafe, when he suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you down. You let out a surprised gasp as you fell right onto his lap, where he caught you, where he held you.

You struggled and tried to get up.

“Let me go, asshole,” you punched his shoulder, but Rafe only held you closer in both his arms.

“What now? I'm the asshole, but he makes you cry?”

Rafe grabbed your jaw, making you look at him when you tried to turn your face away.

“Let me go,” you said, blinking tears away.

“Only when you tell me what's going on. What has he done to you?”

You tried to shake your head, struggling to get up, but he was stronger, so much stronger, and the way he held you, held you like he would never let go off you, you became overwhelmed by your emotions, no longer able to get your act together, instead of pushing away, you now clung to your best friend. You buried your face at the crook of his neck, and he held you. Tears were soaking his shirt and he caressed your hair. You were shaking and trembling and sobbing, and Rafe pulled you closer.

This side of him wasn't new to you, but no one else knew him like this, caring, protecting. And you had only seen him like this on few occasions. And it was like your body reacted to his. Though your feelings were still in turmoil, your shaking had stopped, your crying became quieter. Your hands were still clinging to the fabric of his shirt.

He was quiet and you could just feel his calm breathing, when you got quieter yourself after some time. He did not say anything, did not urge you. And you felt so comfortable. So safe. And you realized that you hadn't felt like this in months. You hadn't felt like this since you left.

You were only sobbing quietly after a while and moved your head back, to gaze at your best friend.

He looked at you, and on his lips was a little smile, as if he was looking at something precious.

You suddenly became very aware of his gaze.

“Don’t look at me. I look like a mess,” you cast your eyes down.

“Hot mess,” he said softly and you felt your cheeks flushing.

You tried to punch his chest, but he caught your fist in his hand, wrapping it around it, holding it. This time, you didn't try to struggle and pull it away, you felt this warmth from the closeness, not just surrounding your hand. You looked up from his big hand holding yours to his face, finding his eyes still on you.

“You're fucking beautiful and if he doesn't make you feel that way, he doesn't deserve you.”

An incredible heat was rushing to your face and you knew you were blushing crimson.

“You only say that because you’re my best friend.”

“I shouldn't say that because I am your best friend…”

Your lips opened at his words, but instead of speaking you only breathed in. And you could feel his breath on your face, on your lips. You closed your mouth and unconsciously your tongue touched your lips, as if trying to feel something there.

His blue eyes looked at you, so intensely, you could almost feel them on you.

His fingers moved and he was caressing your hand still in his. It was such a light movement, such a delicate touch, but it sent waves of electricity through your body. This tingling sensation made you restless and your body wriggled in his arms, making you well aware of the fact that you were sitting in his lap. You inhaled sharply.

“I should go,” you mumbled and tried to get up.

Rafe held you tighter, his hand around your fist pressed against is chest. His other arm around your back.

“Rafe, let me go,” you urged.

“Only when you tell me what he's done to you.”

“Nothing.”

You shook your head, but Rafe suddenly gripped your jaws again, and this time so hard, it hurt a little. He looked at you, his eyes narrowed, a frown on his forehead and his voice was so stern, so commanding, it made you shiver.

“What did he say to you? Tell me now.”

You looked down with your eyes but somehow you couldn't refuse his command.

“He called me a dumb slut and said you just wanted to use me.”

There was silence, a cold, icy silence. You watched his face.

His brows furrowed, his nostrils flared, his jaws clenched.

“I'm gonna kill him.”

You saw his eyes darken, his handsome features grew tense. And even though you were sure that he didn't mean what he said, you felt a shiver running down your spine, because he kind of looked as if he meant it.

He was about to get up, and you were slipping from his lap in that motion. But you clung to him.

“No, Rafe, don't!”

And even though you were weaker than him, your hands pressed on his broad shoulders and you somehow managed to push him down, so he remained seated and you found yourself straddling his lap now.

His chest was rising and falling, as if from exhaustion. His hands found your hips and you felt you were panting too. Suddenly feeling so hot and restless.

“I'm gonna go,” you said, but you didn't get up.

“I can't let you drive like this. You’re a bad driver anyway, and you'll surely crash into some tree or something when you drive in this state.”

You frowned at his words.

“But I need to get back to college in the morning.”

You felt his hands grip your hips firmer, even though you didn't try to move.

“You can just stay the night and drive in the morning after you've rested.”

It wouldn't be the first night you spent at your best friend's. Though it had been a while.

“Rose is redecorating the guest room – again. You can't sleep in there. But you can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the floor.”

“But –”

“No buts.”

And that and the stern look on his face shut you up.

You weren't in the mood to continue watching the movie marathon and it was late anyway, so you decided to go to sleep. Rafe gave you one of his t-shirts to wear for the night, and you went into the bathroom to change and wash your face. It was a warm night, so you only wore the t-shirt over your panties, it was way too big for you, but it was extremely comfortable.

When you returned to the bedroom, you found Rafe putting a blanket on the floor next to the bed, making some make-shift bed. He was just wearing boxer briefs, and even though the light was dim, you could see his well-defined body clearly. You'd seen him like this before, of course. Like when you had been at the beach or swimming in the pool. Yet somehow, seeing him in his underwear felt different, more intimate.

You stood there, hands clutching the hem of the oversized t-shirt at your thighs. And you looked at him when he straightened up and turned towards you.

You felt his eyes travelling over your body and you quickly started moving towards the bed.

“What are you doing there?”

Rafe tilted his head. You pointed at the floor.

“You don't have to sleep on the floor. Your bed is big enough for the two of us. This is ridiculous.”

“Yeah, maybe I don't want to get hit when you're tossing and turning in your sleep?”

“I did that once! When I was eight!”

“Once was enough. And it really hurt when you punched my ribs in your sleep. So, no thank you. I'll take the floor.”

Rafe took a pillow from the bed and was about to set it on the floor when you grabbed his arm, to get that pillow back.

“You're stupid. This is stupid!”

You frowned at him, pulled at his arm, to get the pillow, and in your struggling with him, he must have lost balance, because you suddenly found yourself on your back on the bed and Rafe was lying on top of you. That pillow still in his hand, your hand around his wrist, with his arm and yours above your head on the bed.

You looked up at him, your face just an inch away from his. You could hardly see his features, but you felt the proximity, felt it so intensely. Felt that heat that was radiating from his body, felt it crawling over your skin. You felt the weight of his body on yours. And your breathing got harder.

You felt him shift, just a bit, on top of you, as if trying not to crush you and you inhaled and his scent filled your lungs.

You felt a light touch on your cheek. The fingertips of his free hand caressed your face.

“I'll sleep in the bed with you, if you promise me not to cry over that douchebag anymore,” his voice low, as he spoke those words, moving his lips so close hovering over yours. His eyes held your gaze. You nodded softly. And he got up and you exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

You kept lying on your back, just for some seconds, unable to move, still feeling his fingertips on your cheek, his body's weight pressing you down, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.

But then the bed tilted and you looked to the side, seeing that Rafe was getting into the bed, and you moved to make room for him.

You lay on your side, facing him as he pulled the blanket over you. His face once again close to yours, just for some seconds.

“Night, y/n.”

“Good night, Rafe.”

He turned on his back and switched off the lights. You turned to the other side and closed your eyes, focused on his breathing. You felt your own heart beating so rapidly at first, but after some time, you got calmer and were able to relax.

You must have fallen asleep, because when you woke up, you felt Rafe's body close behind yours, his arm loosely wrapped around you. You smelled his dark scent so intensely, felt his heat getting under your shirt. You felt his breath at the back of your head and a light shiver was running down your spine.

“Rafe?” You softly whispered his name, but he must have been fast asleep. He didn't answer, didn't move.

Carefully you placed your hand on his, your fingertips feeling along his long fingers.

He didn't move. His breathing still so calm.

His chest was pressing against your back and you could feel his regular heartbeat. It felt so familiar. You felt so safe.

And yet you couldn't stay still.

You bit your lips and moved, just a bit, arching your back, moving your butt back, pressing it against his crotch.

His breathing remained calm, telling you, he was still asleep, still unaware of what you were doing.

And you moved your butt just a little bit more and you felt him, felt him so prominently, you gasped in surprise. That tingling you felt turned into something hotter and you felt your core pulsing all of a sudden. You were breathing through your opened mouth as you felt this heat rushing through your body.

But Rafe was still breathing calmly, he was still asleep.

You felt him stir behind you, felt how hard he was, poking against your ass.

His palm was on your lower stomach. You felt it move under your hand. His calm breathing so close to your ear.

His hand moved down, moved over the fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing, and the pressure made you gasp and push back a little more.

You let go off his hand, but grasped the sheets. You tried to calm your breathing, but you were panting as you felt his fingers move under your shirt, felt his warm touch on your burning skin.

You couldn't see anything but you pressed your eyes shut nonetheless as his fingers slipped into your panties. They touched your heat, touched your most sensitive parts.

You let out a small whimper and your back arched further.

You listened, but he was so calm, so still, as if he was still asleep, and only his fingers were moving. And they moved between your legs. His fingers gently parting your folds.

You pressed your mouth shut, but you were sure that embarrassingly whining sound could be heard in the darkness of the room.

His fingertip rubbed your pearl and your body reacted, tensing up as you felt this incredible hot need literally throbbing.

You felt his breath so close to your ear and it sent a different kind of shiver through your body.

One finger slipped inside you, and you clenched around it hard. But he pushed deeper and you gasped. And you didn't know how but you were so wet, it made it easy for him to add another finger, though you pressed your legs tightly together.

For a moment, his digits just remained there, inside you, not moving. So very still like the rest of his body.

Then you felt his hard cock pressing against your ass, the length between your cheeks. And as if following some instinct, you rocked your hips, rubbed against him, creating more friction, creating more heat that made you shiver.

His fingers started moving inside you, pushing deeper, curling, and finding a spot that made you outright moan, and unable to suppress that sound.

His thumb pressed hard on your pearl, teasing you and sending hot bolts of pure need through your body. And your body was on heat, there was no other way to describe it. Every cell of your body was aching for his touch now. And he touched you, so good, so intensely, so determined.

You were moaning and whimpering as his fingers opened you up, made you spread your legs, urging him to go deeper, pushing against his thrusts, and pressing against his hardness.

You felt your climax building up quickly as his fingers pushed harder, moved deeper and more ruthlessly inside you, taking you.

You felt his hot lips on your neck as you pushed your head back, your body convulsing. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, but you weren't sure if you were trying to stop him – or if you even could.

His thumb rubbing your most sensitive pearl, making you clamp your walls around his fingers, you couldn't have stopped it, it was almost as if he was forcing that orgasm into you and you gave in, gave in willingly and with everything you had, everything you were, letting that wave of pure pleasure roll over you. Moaning shamelessly, your body trembling as his fingers fucked you through an overwhelming climax.

You lay there, panting, sweat covering your body, and you were still feeling dizzy from the aftermath of that amazing orgasm, when you felt a shiver of cold. He lifted the blanket off of you. And before you could ask why, you felt his hand on your thigh and he lifted up your leg. And before you could wonder what he was up to, you felt his fingers push your soaking wet panties to the side. And before you could really grasp what was going on, you felt his hard cock push inside you from behind.

You cried out as you were stretched by his thickness.

His hand covered your mouth, muffling your cries, as he pushed deeper, pushed his whole length into you. You felt like he was splitting you in two, he was so big, pushing so hard, but at the same time this was all you wanted, all your body was craving for.

Your body shook from his hard thrusts, and he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close, making you feel his rapid heartbeat, making you feel him, so intensely, you forgot where you ended and where he began. You felt as if you were melting into him as he took you with long hard thrusts, took you as if you were only his.

And when you felt his hot cum spilling inside you, your body convulsed so hard around him, making him gasp into your ear and you came again, and he was fucking you through another high, this time not as fierce, but even more intense as you felt this connection with him, something you had never felt before.

You were still panting and your body was trembling as he rolled you around and took you in his arms. His lips kissing your face, tasting your sweat, tasting your tears.

“You're one of my sluts now.”

You froze as you heard his dark whisper.

“What?” You moved your head back to look at him though it was too dark to make out his features.

“I said, go back to sleep now,” he said, softly. And kissed your forehead, before cradling you in his strong arms. Your head resting against his shoulder, as he held you. Held you close.

a/n: Thank you for reading. This was probably much sweeter than what I usually write. I hope you enjoyed it. All feedback is very much appreciated.

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Hi!

Hope you are doing better!

I adore your writing

Thank you. I've been going through some hard times, but your lovely message made me smile. 💙

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hi sweete. miss yours fan fic. like it's not cheating (enemy, best friend, stepbrother). I'm your loyal folower and love ur blog sm. so don't forget about us. I ❤ u

Thank you so much for your sweet message. I'm sorry it took me so long to reply. I haven't forgotten you. Your support means so much to me. 💙

I've finally been able to write again and I truly hope you will enjoy reading it.

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pls pls pls pls pls I need part 3 it's really not cheating when he's your enemy

You'll get part 3, I promise. I'm super excited to write it. Unfortunately, my busy life and my dumbass depression have kept me from writing and doing things I enjoy.

Thanks a lot to you and all of you for sending asks, commenting, reblogging, liking, and following! It means the world to me.

I've just reached another milestone with my followers. I still can't believe that you guys actually want to read what I write!

Thank you so much for your support!

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

#answered #another silly gif i made for celebrating that milestone #actually one of my fave looks of drew

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DREW STARKEY as ‘Trevor’ 2022 • Hellraiser • Horror • dir. David Bruckner

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Daily Dose Of Drew Starkey + appreciation post for his arms ♡

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honestly, I love seeing notifs of reblogs and likes for fics I reblogged from other writers. it's like, "yes, I recommended that! it's excellent and you think so too, right?" just love it.

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Sub!stepbro!rafe please 😩

Summary: You steal coke from your stepbrother/fuck buddy, and he’s absolutely pussy whipped.

Warning: drug use, stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), Rafe is in love, mommy kink, edging, spanking (m recieving 😇), oral (m receiving), ball sucking, p n v, body worship, mild mentions of feet kissing, doing Coke off his dick and ass oops, ball sucking, squirting, creampie, sub! Rafe, dom! Reader, literally not canon at all but idc I wanna dominate him

“I know you took it!”

Rafe’s voice screams out throughout the incredibly large Cameron estate as you walk down the stairs, his fists clenched at his sides as he watches your retreating form. You roll your eyes, used to his tantrums and spoiled personality from the many months of living with him. You’re both alone, the house echoing your words and otherwise being completely empty.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Rafe.” You reach the end of the staircase to grab your jacket and slip it on. But before you can, Rafe’s hands grab your wrists harshly. He yanks you to him, his breath heavy and uneven.

“Give me my fucking coke back.”

So maybe you do know what he’s talking about. But so what? Rafe isn’t like you. Whereas coke makes him violent and corrupted, it makes you… well, an average coke addict. It isn’t a surprise for anyone to learn that what’s wrong with Rafe’s brain goes far beyond addiction. So, stealing it isn’t necessarily wrong.

It’s definitely not something anyone with half the balls you have would do, though.

Rafe’s voice on the edge of threatening,, but you merely bat an eyelash at the boy. His face is flushed, mouth mere inches away from your face as he looks down at you with a hesitant angered expression. Your eyes avert to the incredibly long fingers wrapped around your wrist, and then back up to him again with a clenched jaw.

“Let go of me, Rafe.” You demand. He hesitates, and the nervous softening of his grip doesn’t go unnoticed. You move closer, getting on your tip toes to reach his tall height. “Let go of me…now.”

He doesn’t remove his fingers from your wrists at first, but after a moment his hands drop from yours.

Rafe isn’t one to be told what to do, but when it’s you… it’s like he can’t do anything but follow your orders. The other times before this, the times when you had fucked him up in secret, in so many more ways than one, doesn’t help the situation. And as messed up as it is, you’re the only woman who can make him fall to his knees.

Even if you’re the daughter of his dad’s wife.

A small smirk forms on your face, eyes wild, and you’re taking another step towards him. He stumbles back into the wall. You laugh at the look in his eyes. One at first glance would say it’s annoyance, but you know better.

It’s fear.

“I don’t like boys who don’t do what they’re told the first time.”

Rafe scoffs, body moving to walk backwards up the stairs as you follow him with slow steps.

“I don’t like thieves.”

“Don’t be greedy and I won’t have to steal it.”

He chuckles nervously, reaching the top of the staircase.

“‘M not greedy. Just wished you would’ve asked first.”

You pause. You’re both off the steps now, eyes following each others as you beckon him towards your room.

“If you want it so bad, maybe you should come in my room and get it.”

The insinuation doesn’t go unnoticed. Rafe’s face flushes a deep crimson.

“Yeah?” He replies. He reaches for your doorknob, right across from his. “Guess I have to find it, then. Right?”

You don’t say anything, but a smile quirks your lips as he brings himself inside. When his knees hit the edge of your bed you push him down harshly. He gasps, his body hitting the mattress underneath him with a loud thud. He lifts himself up onto his elbows as you approach your bookshelf. Seated on the highest shelf is a golden jewelry box. You pull out the third drawer. You grab the packet of white powder sitting inside and turn around to show the boy.

“This what you want?”

You can tell by the way his mood changes, excitement glazing his features as he looks at the drug. “Yeah.”

“Gonna have to earn it.” You say, coldly.

“I’ll do anything.”

And you know he means it. So you walk over to the bed and grab him by his ankles. His jeans are still on, and your fingers begin to undo his belt. He looks at you with a desperate gaze; you know he could take his clothes off himself, but where’s the fun in that? And so, once the belt is through the loops, you unbutton his jeans and push them down. Dior briefs are exposed to you, and you snicker.

“I didn’t even know dior made underwear. Preparing for something, Cameron?”

The boy huffs. “I just- I know it’s your favorite brand, that’s all.”

“So you wore them for me?” Your fingers ghost over the large bulge accompanying the fabric. He lets out a low groan. “That’s so cute. But it sounds like you came to me looking for a fight. Just so I’d put you in your place.”

“Maybe I did. So what?” He snarks. You narrow your eyes, and your palm lands harshly on his thigh. He whines.

“Don’t be a fucking brat. Now take your shirt off and turn over.”

Of course, he obeys; hands going to the hem of his striped top, he pulls it over his head and exposes his naked chest and torso to you. He’s gorgeous, perfectly chiseled and tense with arousal. He uses his legs to turn himself around onto his stomach.

“Like this?” He asks. Faux innocence drips off of every honeyed syllable.

“Yes, baby. Just like that.”

You sit down on your pink sheets next to Rafe’s pliant body. He’s breathing shallowly, waiting for you next move. You grab his ankles once again and maneuver his body so he’s laying across your lap. His brows furrow in confusion, but they quickly lift into pleasure as his mouth falls open. Your palm comes down on his left cheek. A teasing slap, one that isn’t meant to cause pain, but enough to present the idea of spanking to the boy’s mind.

“Yeah…” It’s all Rafe’s brain can muster, the feeling of being bent over his stepsister’s knee making blood rush to his cock a lot more than it should. “Thas’ good, momma…”

“Jesus...” You pull down his briefs, exposing his pretty round globes to the room. You grab the bag of coke and quickly poor a line down onto his right cheek. Rafe tries to look back at what you’re doing, but you’re other hand grabs his hair and yanks him back down to look at the bed.

“Don’t. Stay fucking still.”

You pull and adjust Rafe’s thighs so he’s a bit lifted. Careful not to spill the coke, you bring your nose down to his cheek and snort up the white powder. He knows what you’re doing, and his legs clench together as he tries to relieve his arousal and the urge to snatch the bag out of your hands. Your eyes roll back when the drug hits your system, a low groan leaving your lips.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

Rafe just moans, bare cock pressing against your thigh as he tries to rut against it. He’s dripping, you can feel him making a wet spot form on your skirt. Your palm goes down to his ass again; not to hit him, just to feel him under your fingertips.

“It’s okay, Rafe.” you coo. “You’ll get your share. Just be patient.”

“Don’t wanna,” he whines. “Wanna do a line off your tits… wanna fuck your pussy. Want ‘em both so bad.”

“You’ll get to soon. But I think you need a punishment for your smart mouth, first. Don’t you?”

He doesn’t say anything, just rocks his ass back into your hands as confirmation: yes, momma. I do need a punishment. I’ve been a bad boy.

Rafe has always been shy with words. So you don’t scold when he doesn’t reply. You just tilt your hand back, and spank him harshly. He mewls, hands gripping the sheets below him as his cheeks redden from your abuse. Another slap comes down, and after a few more you can feel tears dripping on your thigh. You smile at the sight of his reddened cheeks, the way he squirms when you rub your fingers over him. And after five more hits, the boy is sobbing into your leg.

“Such a sweet boy,” you praise. He shakes when you press a kiss to his shoulder blade. “Taking your punishment so well. I think you deserve a reward.”

“Please, mommy.” He pleads.

“Get up, honey. Sit up on your knees for a minute.”

He obeys, a small sniffle sounding from him as he does so. The sight of Rafe Cameron, your stepbrother, crying for you like this shouldn’t make you so wet. But it does.

When he’s on his knees you make sure to put a pillow down on the mattress before getting him to lay down on his back; he’s a strong boy, and he can handle a lot, so his sore ass is the last thing he’s thinking of when you ask if he’s okay. He just nods, cushioned underneath the pillow and looking up at you with heavy eyes and a large, hardened cock. You pick up the coke bag again, and teasingly hold it in front of your clothed pussy. And when Rafe sees it, he’s like one of Pavlov’s dogs: The two of his favorite things right in front of each other. He looks at you with longing.

“Can I have them? Please?”

“Not yet.”

He goes to whine, but you shush him with the threat of spanking him again.

“Just stay down, Rafe.” You demand. He nods, although he wants to protest.

You grip his cock, and his eyes flutter shut in surprise and pleasure. But it’s all in stride; you’re only holding it right now. Rafe’s bottom lip gets caught between his teeth when he feels your spit pool along his shaft. And then, you pour the coke onto his cock. It’s an odd feeling, and it tingles a bit. But when Rafe looks down, he wonders why he’s never done it before. Your nose is pressed against him, trying to snort up most of the coke. It’s just messy, though. His pre cum just made the coke stick to him, so you’re practically rubbing your face in his arousal.

And Jesus, that makes Rafe’s cock kick.

“Can’t get it?” He teases.

You just reply, “Fuck you, Cameron.” And then move your tongue along his cock. And he gasps, low and throaty, as he feels your tongue lick along the base of his length and then down to his balls. He’s hairless there (of course he is), so it’s easy and makes it all worthwhile. As you suckle the heavy sacks into your mouth, your pussy drips with wetness.

“Oh my god, that’s good, shit—“ Rafe fucks up into your mouth, and you press his hips back down so he can’t. You look up at him and watch as his face scrunches up in pleasure when your teeth graze his balls. You pull off of him with a pop as he continues to beg for his release.

“I’m gonna give you what you want now.” You state.

“Really? Thank you—“ he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead and cheeks. It shouldn’t be as affectionate as it is. “—thank you so much, momma.”

And he means it. Which isn’t common for Rafe fucking Cameron. But he does a lot of things he usually doesn’t do when he’s with you.

You lay down on your back with the coke in your hand. When Rafe tries to reach for it, you just tsk.

“No, baby. You have to fuck me first.”

He frowns, but he’s also giddy from the thought of being able to stick himself inside you. So he does what he’s told, and lifts up your skirt. The smell of your arousal hits him, and he keens.

“You smell so fuckin’ good.” He mumbles. And he can’t wait any longer, so he pushes your thong to the side and slides right into your soaked entrance. You smile, head tilting back and exposing your neck. Rafe doesn’t hesitate to leave bite marks along the expanse of the skin there. You’re the perfect amount of heat and wetness to make his cock throb in its place.

“Good?” You ask. You know the answer, but you want him to talk to you more.

“Really, really good.” He groans. “You’re always so tight— best pussy I’ve ever had, fuck!”

He’s trying to hold his resolve, but with all the edging you’ve been doing he going to cum quick. He sobs as he bucks up into you, as you drip around his girthy length. And then your arms are wrapping around his back as you start to unzip the bag of coke once again. You pull your top down and expose your breasts to Rafe, and pour the substance in between the valley of skin there. His mouth opens wide, and he just… shoves his face into it. It’s so filthy, and so vulgar, as he snorts the drug up into his nose and licks it off of you. He starts to lick your nipples ferociously, muttering thank yous over and over again. His fingers reach down to rub your clit and you cry out at the pleasure.

“Good boy- good Fuckin’ boy, Rafe!” You moan out. “God.. ‘m gonna cum! Gonna cum all over your cock—“

And that’s exactly what you do. Your high crashes over you in powerful waves, and Rafe lets out a small laugh as he watches you squirt all over him.

“Yeah. That’s it, momma.” He looks genuinely happy, genuinely excited and content. “I’m- I’m so proud of you, holy shit.”

“Yeah?” You try to tease calmly, but the force of your orgasm has you stuttering and shaky. “You have to come for me, too.”

And that brings Rafe back to his cock inside of you, to his unfinished orgasm, and he begins to pummel you with no remorse. His thighs slap against yours aggressively as you scream from the overstimulation. He catches sight of the bracelet you have wrapped around your ankle. It’s made of solid gold, one he had gotten you for your nineteenth birthday, that has Cameron engraved on it in thick letters. Ward and your mom had found it endearing.

‘Your brother got your last name on it!’ Your mother had gushed. ‘How sweet!’

Little did she know that it was a sign of his possession. His possession over his stepsister, his baby sis, as he called you around his family. But although Rafe owns you, he knows you’ll always be the one in control: in control of his thoughts, his mind, his body, his feelings. You’re everything.

He presses kisses to your toes. Not in a weird way.. at least he hopes it’s not in a weird way. His tongue runs along the ridges of your ankle, a little bit up your calf. His strong arms grab ahold of your thighs and push them up, up. Eventually they’re over your head, and you’re crying out for another orgasm. His nose buries itself into your neck, and he can smell you— perfume, sweat, skin, cocaine, and fuck, Rafe doesn’t think he’s ever been with someone this perfect. And when you cry out his name on your lips, when you clench around him just right, he’s filling your cunt up with thick ropes of his cum. He eats you out afterwards, of course. He’s yours, after all, and whatever you want you get. And it’s perfect, even after that: when you’re laying there while he’s on top of you, snorting that last bit of drug that you had stolen from him, his high buzzing through his brain. When your hands run through his hair and offer to put lotion on the spots where you had spanked him. It’s perfect.

Almost. Because how in the fuck are you going to explain this to your parents?

#good stuff #highly recommend #ngl i got a soft spot for sub!rafe #that boy needs a good spanking from time to time #i volunteer as tribute #as always excellent writing #this was fun

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Always You

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

FINALE

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 3K

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

PART FOUR

SERIES MASTERLIST

It was like your surroundings were a blur, your vision tunneling on the wooden baby blue door before you. You stood still, your heart beat sounding loudly in your ears. You could feel your chest rising slowly from your deep, even breaths. The back of your neck was growing hot with the heat of the morning summer sun blanketing you. You weren’t sure how you ended up here. Time was non-existent. 

The idling of a running engine sounded behind you. There was nowhere for you to go. Not right now, at least. He wouldn’t let you. 

Hesitantly you peeked over your shoulder. Rafe sat in his truck, his arm resting on the open window of his door as he stared at you. Though he was wearing shades you could feel the heat of his gaze. It was hotter & more overwhelming than the sun beating down on you. 

Rafe tucked his chin just enough for his eyes to appear above his shades. He was beckoning you to move forward. Both literally through the door before you & metaphorically with the plan he made. The one you had no say in. 

Facing forward, you stared at the door yet again, loathing what was on the other side. 

Tyson.

You didn’t know how to face him. Part of you just wanted to get it over with, a bigger part of you was angry—so angry. You wanted to stomp in there, trash his place, torch his things. A very small part of you wanted to crawl into bed with him, let him hold you while you cried. Most of all, you wanted to believe any & all lies he would tell you. Much like the ones he had been feeding you since you two started seeing each other.

A whistle rang out. You pressed your lips together, a shudder passing through you.

“I’ll do it myself but I’m not sure you’ll want that.” Rafe raised his voice to carry the small distance from his truck to where you stood. 

Ignoring him, you forced yourself to follow through with what would inevitably come next. Not bothering with knocking, you pressed down on the handle, pushing the door open. 

Rafe gave you a fifteen minute window to get your things. You had to be quick. 

Closing the door behind you, your eyes immediately fell to Tyson’s unmade bed. 

He wasn’t in it. 

You stepped forward, inching the kitchen into view. 

Empty.

A breath of air released from your lungs. The door to the bathroom was open, light off. He wasn’t home. You were alone. The reality made you sick. But you couldn’t let those feelings breach the surface.

Focused on the goal at hand, you pulled out your suitcase from Tyson’s closet, tossing it onto the bed as you gathered your things. You didn’t care to be procedural in this. You wanted out of this place. Where you were going wasn’t any better but at least where you were headed was with someone who acknowledged being a monster, not with someone who hid it.

A whimper escaped your lips. You hadn’t realized you’d been crying as you stuffed your suitcase haphazardly. 

Everything that Rafe told you came flooding back to you. You couldn’t even question it. As much as you begged yourself to say he was a liar, you couldn’t. You knew he had been telling the truth. Tyson Kearney was as bad as Rafe Cameron. Maybe worse. 

Rafe told you as such.

Wiping your tears with your arm, you glanced down at yourself, realizing you were still in the outfit from last night. The one Rafe Cameron raped you in.

Your stomach rolled & immediately you ran for the bathroom. The lid of the toilet was barely open before you heaved up what little content was in your stomach to begin with. It was mostly dry heaving & stomach acid; the tears returned with renewed vigor. Goosebumps erupted across your skin & you felt light-headed. 

Spitting once more into the bowl, you flushed the handle before standing unsteadily. Hurriedly you stripped out of your clothes, throwing them into Tyson’s tub, not caring what happens to them. 

You returned to the main part of the studio wearing nothing, completely oblivious to your naked state due to your distracted mind. Sifting through your suitcase, you pulled out a pair of underwear & slipped into it along with a bra. Not caring about what you wore, you grabbed the first two things & threw them on.

You were zipping up an oversized hoodie when you heard muffled shouting outside. You paused to listen, your gut instinct sending alerts throughout your body. The shouting grew closer. Then you heard your name.

“_____!” 

The door to the apartment burst open, Tyson appearing on the other side. His hair was unkept, unwashed & he was in last night’s clothes. He looked pale considering how sun-kissed he was. There were bags under his eyes. He looked like shit. You could only imagine how you looked.

“Why the hell is Rafe parked outside my building right now?”

The question blind-sided you. He was interrogating you? After what he did? After what he’s been doing? What he’s been hiding from you? 

You felt your lip curl & nostrils flare, your blood boiling from the onslaught of anger radiating off of him. 

“Excuse me?” You hissed, narrowing your eyes, “That’s what you care about? You care about why Rafe fucking Cameron is sitting outside?!”

Tyson is taken aback by your response. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed. He frowned but shook his head, “God, no. I’m sorry. I was worried about you. You weren’t answering your phone & I couldn’t—“

“Stop!” You yelled, holding your hands up, “You were worried about me? Ya sure about that, Ty? You didn’t seem to think much about me last night while you were fucking your ex!”

“Jesus, fuck. _____, please, I’m so sorry. I was fucked up. Rafe gave me something & next thing I know I’m—“

“Tyson—“ You tried to interject but he kept going.

“I looked for you all night, I swear it. Please—“

“Stop.” You took a step back as he rounded the bed. Fresh tears escaped you as he reached for you. You managed to avoid his touch until you were backed into the wall. 

“I would never hurt you, _____.” He pleaded desperately. It made you more nauseous than you had been moments ago, “Let’s just talk, okay? We’ll talk &—“

His hands grabbed your shoulders & you snapped. Without though, you shoved him backwards, “Don’t! Don’t fucking touch me!”

Tyson’s eyes welled up. You couldn’t stand the sight. Him crying? He had no idea what you have been through. He’s not the victim here. He’s the accomplice.

“Stop feeding me lies.” You spit out through gritted teeth, “I know everything, Tyson! Everything.”

His brows furrowed, his nose crinkling in denial, “Whatever he said. Whatever that fuck Cameron said, is a lie. I would never hurt—“

“Hurt me?” You interjected, your voice croaking, “You hurt me more than he did.”

His eyes met yours. They were red, blotchy, pathetic. 

“And do you have any idea what he did to me? How he hurt me? Huh? Do ya, Tyson?”

He lowered his gaze then, guilt & shame emanating off him. As he continued to avoid your eyes, his face growing redder at what you said you realized that everything Rafe had said was indeed true. 

You hadn’t questioned it. You believed him. But if there had been any hope, any chance that he was in fact lying & Tyson was a victim as much as you were, then it died right then. Right there as Tyson remained quiet. Saying nothing. Admitting fault without words.

“Oh my god…” You gasped, your heart shattering more than you thought possible.

“I’m so sorry. I am…I don’t—“ Tyson choked on his words, “I thought I could protect you.”

Tears cascaded down your cheeks but you felt almost nothing; the sound of your heart  breaking was fading fast. 

“By bringing me right to him?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes behind your blurred vision. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Tyson began as you stepped forward, returning to your suitcase. At this point you didn’t even care if you had everything. You just needed to leave, to get out. Away from him.

“I don’t want to hear it.” You mumbled, “You’re as bad as he is.”

“Don’t say that.” Tyson responded, his tone heated, “I am nothing like that sack of shit out there!”

All your rushed work went to shit in a fit of rage as you shoved the suitcase off the bed, all the contents spilling out.

“You’re a fucking liar, Tyson!” You screamed, “You’re lying to me, you’re lying to yourself! You’re a liar!”

Your chest heaved, your breath coming in & out rapidly, “Did you not seek me out for Rafe? Huh?!”

He said nothing, just glared at the floor as you continued.

“Did you two not get drunk together at some douchebag bros night out after Bridgette dumped your ass & Rafe brought my name up?! Did you not remind him of the bet you two made in high school about who could get into my pants first?! Does any of this ring a bell?”

Tyson shook his head, muttering, “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“It wasn’t your idea to try again? No, no, it wasn’t because Rafe knew well enough that I didn’t live here anymore. In fact, he had already tried finding me but couldn’t.”

“Because you were using your middle name on social media…”

“Yeah.” You nodded, heat flooding your chest, “But you found me, didn’t you? & at first I just supposed to be a quick fuck, right? A way to rub it in Rafe’s face that you got me first, even years after the bet had been made. Right?”

Tyson stayed silent. He made you sick. You couldn’t believe you loved someone like him, someone capable of such betrayal.

“But you wanted to take it to the next level. Romance me, woo me. Make me fall in love with you. Then you brought me back here, back to this fucking hell hole of an island, & paraded me in front of him. What did you think was gonna happen, Tyson?”

“I do love you. I was going to protect you.”

“You failed, Tyson! The second you messaged me eight months you ruined me.” You winced, “You gave me right to him. How can you justify that?”

“Look, I fucked up, okay, I know that.” Tyson stood. When he reached for you a second time you slapped his hands away, giving him a look of warning. 

“But he was supposed to see you with me then leave you alone. We could never be together otherwise. I couldn’t hide you forever, _____! This is my home. I love you. Of course you should be here with me. I wasn’t going to let him be the reason you couldn’t be.”

An unimpressed laugh jolted from your mouth, shaking your head, “God, you’re good.” You stared at him deeply, trying to see him as you once did. But all you saw was a liar, a monster as big & scary as the one outside.

“If I was stupid enough I’d believe you.”

Tyson lowered his head, “He’s lying.”

“He showed me the texts, Tyson.” You scoffed, “And you’re still trying to lie.”

“I tried.”

“No,” You shook your head, bending down to gather your spilled things, “You did what you were supposed to do. You got me back here. Back to him. Just like he told you to.”

“I’m not lying about loving you. I really thought he wouldn’t try if we were together.”

“The fact that you thought loving me would be enough to protect me in the lions den just shows how unbelievably stupid you are, Tyson. You wanted to push him, poke the bear, take what he wanted most, & for why?” You slapped your hands against your thighs, “To feel good after Bridgette ditched you? To feel manlier than Rafe fucking Cameron?”

“_____…We can go. We can leave tonight, right now. Away from him, from here. I’ll never let him near you.”

You shook your head, never again allowing yourself to believe in fantasies painted in rose.

“Too late for that, Kearney.”

You jumped slightly at the sight of Rafe standing in the threshold of the front door. He leaned against the frame, his arms crossed in front of him as his eyes peered between the two of you. Ignoring him, your returned to gathering your things.

“You did too good a job. Like a good dog. Brought your master exactly what he wanted.”

“Fuck you, Cameron. Think I won’t go to the cops?”

“Think you won’t be booked with me?”

“Difference between me & you is that I don’t care if I’m punished for my role in this. I care about her, something you’ll never be able to do.”

“Save the drama, dude. It’s over.”

“No, it’s not.” Tyson’s hands appear in your vision as he stops you from grabbing your suitcase, “_____, don’t go. Not with him. We can fix this. I’ll admit to everything.”

You opened your mouth, the idea of getting the authorities involved not having crossed your mind. The possibilities ran amok. Both of them could be behind bars, away from you & you could escape, moving further away this time. 

But Rafe’s amused laugh filled the apartment, “Alright, I’ll act in this soap opera of yours, Kearney.”

He stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him. He narrowed his eyes at Tyson, his eyes briefly dropping to Tyson’s hand on your arm. A sneer graced his features, “Say you get the cops involved & admit to the role you had in this.”

You watch with bated breath as Rafe steps further into the apartment, clearly mulling over the outcomes, “You & I both know my father wouldn’t let my name get anywhere near the headlines. Secondly—“ Rafe’s eyes fell yet again to Tyson’s hand on you. He glared heatedly, “Let go of her. Now.”

The warmth of Tyson’s hand disappeared from your arm. He took an extra measure & inched slightly away from you. If it weren’t for the circumstances you’d voice your thoughts on his cowardice.

“Secondly, you’ll take the fall. My family’s name has the money & power & you know it. Your family though? After the scandal your dad was in a couple years ago they can’t afford to protect you.”

Tyson shifted uncomfortably to your left. As Rafe continued, his eyes fell to your unmoving form, “Finally. If you claim to care so much about _____—ya know, the one you cheated on & lied to & practically whored out to me—then you’ll care that if you try anything. & I really do mean anything, Tyson. Confession in therapy, a drunk rant to a stranger, an anonymous post online, anything. I will ruin her. More than you can imagine.”

Rafe stopped just before Tyson, their eyes level, “More than I already have.” A mocking smile tugged the corner of his lips.

You swallowed. Every single word out of Rafe Cameron’s mouth you believed. You believed it wholeheartedly. Rafe didn’t do half-measures. 

Rafe switched his focus from Tyson to you, “Times up. Let’s go.”

You sighed heavily, feeling yourself come back into your body, almost like you stepped out & watched the scene unfold from a metaphysical plane. 

Swallowing your objection, you gripped the handle of your suitcase. Before you could step out of reach though, Tyson grabbed the handle, stopping you. Your eyes met. His swollen eyes pleaded with you silently.

“Just stop.” You muttered, gently yanking the suitcase from his grip, “I’m no more safe here than I am there.”

Tyson’s eyes fluttered with guilt as you turned your back. Wheeling the suitcase out behind you, you were greeted by the blaring sun. You winced under the rays. A figure stepped up to you, blocking out the sun. You didn’t have a chance to fight back as Rafe gripped your throat, bringing your face to his. 

His mouth met your own, wasting not a single second before he forcefully parted your lips, his tongue seeking yours. You stood there, your fingers turning white as you withheld from pushing him off. But your eyes remained open. 

Rafe’s were too, though they weren’t on you. As he continued to assault your mouth, he glared over your shoulder, into the apartment.

A wave of nausea overcame you & this time you hoped to puke, to get it all out on Rafe Cameron, make him look stupid as he claimed you. Marked you as his. Possessed you. 

He pulled away, his hand still firm around your throat. Only then did his eyes fall to yours. Tears of acceptance rolled down your cheeks as he leered almost adoringly down at you. His hand then fell from your neck to your hand, guiding you to his truck like he was a gentleman.

Numbingly, you let Rafe take your suitcase & throw it in the bed of his truck before he slammed your door shut. You stared aimlessly ahead as the cab of the truck shifted with his added weight. The engine revved to life before he pulled out of the apartment complex. 

Once on the road, his had found your thigh, his fingers digging slightly into the flesh there. A shock ran up your spine. 

“It’s you & me now, _____.” Rafe spoke with resolution, a tone of contentment in his words. You closed your eyes, willing yourself back to the confines of your studio in the city. Before Tyson, before Rafe.

But his grip tightened. He wouldn’t let you forget. His eyes fell from the road, trailing the length of your body. Your stomach rolled, knowing it would be a look that you’d see before you fell asleep every night. Rafe Cameron would never let you go.

When his eyes returned to your own, a wicked unsettling grin appeared on his faces, “You’re mine, _____.” His fingers kneaded your thigh painfully, “And you always will be.”

FIN.

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[rafesaddiction]

Always You

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

PART FOUR

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 4.1k

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

PART THREE (OPTION B)

SERIES MASTERLIST

The bathroom was too small for you. It was a cage & Rafe Cameron was blocking your only exit. Your eyes drifted to the door over his shoulder, willing it to open up like a black hole, sucking him out. But nothing of the sort happened. 

You closed your eyes. Squeezing them. Nothing you did evened your breathing. It was coming in shallowly, like you had just finished a marathon. Your lips were pressed against each other with such cruelty you feared your teeth would tear into them. 

Something brushed your chest lightly & your lips parted in fear. You knew what you would see if you opened your eyes. You couldn’t. Not again. It was happening again. It’s been years. Why why why?

“_____.” Rafe spoke your name so softly you were unsure if you heard it. You didn’t respond, begging any higher power to wake you up from the nightmare you found yourself in. 

The ends of your hair brushed over your shoulder as the strands were pushed back. Then a hand slipped into your tresses, firmly gripping the back of your head. You winced, expecting a sharp pain, but the gesture—while unwelcome—was surprisingly gentle if not unyielding. 

“Look at me.” His words fanned across your cheek as he spoke. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

What Rafe Cameron had in mind for ‘hurt’ scared you. More so than it did back then. Before it was always words & only words; ones that stung & left an impression. But Rafe’s threat five years later suggested he had something else in mind for how he wanted to hurt you.

Reluctantly, you peeled your eyes open. He was standing directly in front of you, your eyes level with the neckline of his shirt. You couldn’t find it in you to look up any further, afraid of what you’d see if you did so.

“Now.” He demanded, the ends of his nails digging slightly into your scalp. The action made you hiss, forcing you to raise your eyes to his face.

The look in his eyes made your head spin. His gaze was hooded, dark, full of something…darker. You didn’t want to be foolish to think it was lust or desire, that’d be too simple. And the Rafe Cameron you knew was anything but. 

You watched with bated breath as he slowly skimmed the features of your face, as if he was trying to remember every little thing that made you you. His eyes lingered much too long on your open mouth, his own twitching as he tugged on his lower lip with his teeth. Your eyes fell to his mouth, imagining all the damage it had done in the past. Only now you worried what it could do now after having years to grow. 

When you raised your eyes, you were unnerved to see that Rafe had been watching you watch him. The corner of his mouth peaked slightly. You couldn’t do it anymore.

You hadn’t even lowered your eyes to stare level ahead when the hand in your hair was joined by the other, his thumbs gripping the underside of your jawline, forcing your neck to arch back. He was making you look at him. 

Your vision blurred with renewed tears, “Why?”

“Because you’re mine.” 

The tears brewing in your vision spilled at his statement. What the fuck did that even mean?

“No, no. You don’t—“

“You don’t tell me anything.” Rafe spoke harshly, his hands & thumbs reflecting the savage tone of his voice. 

“Then you tell me.” Your voice cracked, “Why are you doing this? Why won’t you stop?”

Rafe bared his teeth in a snarl-like smile. He looked incredibly wolffish & it made you feel dizzy. Your heart leapt in your chest when he leaned in, lowering his head. His lips were just inches away from yours.

Then he stopped. 

You could feel it in the air, the tension resonating off his body as he battled with himself on what he was going to do next. Your neck was beginning to cramp from the severe angle Rafe held your head at. His grip tightened & you imagined him ripping your head clean off. But then the pain, & him, were gone.

A shudder escaped your mouth as you watched Rafe back slightly away, his eyes glaring at the floor. He sniffled, crinkling his nose in frustration as he shook his head. Your hands went to your neck, massaging the muscles to ebb away the residual pain.

Rafe huffed, shaking off his shoulder like he was preparing himself for something. He was still blocking the door & you weren’t stupid enough to think you could get past him, unlock the door, & get away from the house all at once. You knew better than to try to escape him when he had you cornered. 

Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden, parched from the events of the night. Bravely turning your back on Rafe as he sorted through his coke-fueled thoughts, you faced the counter. You caught your eyes in the mirror. They were bloodshot, bleary, & your mascara had left a wake of tear trails down your cheeks. Then your eyes fell to the unbuttoned top you were wearing. Tyson…

The image of him & Bridgette came flooding back to you. Hastily slipping out of his shirt, you wadded it up & tossed it to the side. You wanted to cry more, scream. Because you were so fucking angry with yourself for putting yourself in this position. For coming back to the island. Because you were trapped in a bathroom yet again with Rafe fucking Cameron. 

Leaning forward, you turned the handle on the faucet & bent, drinking the running water desperately. Much of it spilled out but you didn’t care, you needed to be in control of something, anything. Once you felt hydrated enough, you flipped the faucet off, letting your head hang. Maybe you could still get out of this…somehow. But…how?

When you looked back up, your eyes locked with blue ones in the mirror. Rafe had returned to you at this point, standing directly behind you. You hated the image before you. How you looked so much smaller & weaker compared to him. How your face was blotchy, carrying evidence of the pain Rafe put you through tonight & how he stared at you like you were his masterpiece. It completely destroyed the false identity you had built for yourself over the last five years. No matter where you moved to or what you did, you would always remember this girl in this moment.

“Because he never deserved you.” Rafe’s words shook you to your core. 

“And you do.” It wasn’t a question. You knew for some fucked up reason that Rafe concluded you belonged to him, like he was entitled to you. 

“You were always mine, _____.” Rafe’s hands gripped your hips, causing you to inhale sharply at the contact. He pressed his chest to your back until you felt your hips dig into the counter. “You know that, I know that. Now everybody will, too.”

The look of resolution in his eyes made you believe him. Rafe would never let you go.

Rafe leaned his head forward until his cheek was pressed affectionately against the top of your head, “Especially Tyson. He’s an idiot if he thinks he can take what I’ve always wanted & get away with it.” Rafe closed his eyes briefly as he pressed himself against you more, cooing “He knows more than anyone who you belong to.”

“What?” The comment had a sickening undertone that made you feel nauseous, “What are you talking about?”

He ignored your question, his hands slowly gliding up your sides. You forced yourself to push past the shivers that were left in his wake as he caressed you like a lover. Your hands found his own, which were then falling to graze over your bare thighs but you barely touched him when he swiftly grabbed your wrists, spinning you around to face him.

His hands returned to their rightful place along your scalp, his thumbs finding their role under your jawline. Rafe stared hotly down at you, his mouth hanging open slightly, “Say my name.”

You recalled how every time you said his name a look of euphoria would come over him. It was like a drug, more so than the coke because the coke had no autonomy. But you did. In a fit of frustration, you shook your head with the little movement you were allowed, “Fuck. You.”

Rafe chuckled darkly with that. You cried out when one hand remained in the back of your head, tightening its grip there. You felt a few strands of hair pop. His other hand gripped your throat, cutting off your air supply.

“Sto—pp—“ You tried to form words but Rafe’s relentless hold on your neck made you choke, searching for oxygen that wasn’t coming. 

He dug his hips into yours until you felt the obvious tell of his arousal. Your eyes widened in fear, renewing your fight. Tears sprang forth for the umpteenth time that night as you managed to get your hands between your bodies, pushing hopelessly against him.

“No—“ Your throat burned, “Rafe. Pl—ease.”

Air flooded your lungs as Rafe dropped his hand abruptly. You bent at the waist, swallowing heaps of oxygen. You didn’t get much before Rafe was forcing you upright again, his mouth finding yours, muting any protests ready to leave your mouth.

With his mouth still pressed against yours, his teeth grazed your lips as his next words left you in despair, “When you beg me to fuck you like that how can I say no?”

An attempted shriek was quickly swallowed as Rafe returned his hot mouth to your own. You beat your fists against his chest & abdomen, but he was unstoppable. When you felt his tongue slip past your lips, you had half the mind to bite it right off, but as if he could read your thoughts, one of Rafe’s hands returned to your throat, applying just enough pressure in warning. 

Too focused on his mouth invading your own, you yelped into his mouth when you felt your body being lifted, your ass falling to the counter top as Rafe maneuvered you how he wanted. In a second your thighs were parted, allowing him to step forward, wasting no time in pressing his crotch to yours.

A deep groan resonated from deep within his chest as he ground his firmness against your denim clad center. The feel of him between your thighs—his intent clear—forced you to cry into his mouth, “Don’t Rafe, please.”

Rafe reluctantly pulled away from you with an audible sigh. His eyes met your own & you searched them desperately, finding it unbelievable that your well-being lied in the hands of your high school bully. The irony was not lost you. 

He only continued to stare openly at you, his eyes remaining hooded. You couldn’t sense what he was thinking so in a last attempt effort you shakily reached for his wrist, delicately ghosting your fingers over his skin, “You don’t want to do this.”

You willed him to believe you. You begged internally for him to find anything remotely good in himself that would keep him from crossing a line that couldn’t be redrawn. Tears skipped down your cheeks but you could hardly tell you were crying. Rafe’s eyes watched as one tear cascaded until it disappeared on the underside of your jawline. 

In a shocking, & merciful-leading gesture, he cupped your cheek. His brows furrowed deeply into a frown. You felt as his thumb gently swiped your cheek, wiping away your fallen tears. A soft gasp left your lips at the action. Your eyes fluttered briefly. When you met his eyes again though, the fire behind them were anything but soft.

“You rejected me once before,” He began, his hand encircling the wrist of your hand that had reached for him. A darkness fell over him. You felt your heart dissipate. His fingers tightened around your wrist as a sneer formed on his regretfully handsome features, “You won’t ever again.”

Before you could plead any further, Rafe yanked you roughly off the counter, spinning you around so fast your feet twisted amongst themselves, making it easier for him when he forced you to face the mirror again. 

A tearful cry erupted from you when he harshly gripped the back of your head, forcing you to meet his eyes in the mirror. He pressed his lips to your ears, his eyes glaring heatedly into your blurred ones, “Now you’re going to watch as I take what has always been mine.”

All of Rafe’s advances tonight had been unwelcome but there was an underlying tenderness in them. But just then, as he unhooked the straps of your overalls & ripped them down your body until they fell to your knees, his forearm pressing against your lower back to force you flat against the counter, you couldn’t be surprised at the level of violence he was capable of.

A mixture of cries, screams, & protests fell on Rafe’s deaf ears as his fingers slipped into the sides of your underwear, ripping them in two with one yank of his hand. You were reaching back pathetically with your arms, waving them wildly trying to prevent him from flushing his hips against your bare ass. But the hand that wasn’t holding you down gathered both your wrists & forced them up to the center of your back in a painful, bone-grinding act.

“No, Rafe!” You cried out, your pleas echoing back to you from the granite bowl of the sink, like a sick form of torture. 

You were about to scream out again when Rafe bent over you, his hand slapping harshly over your mouth, his eyes challenging you in the mirror, “Shut up! Shut the fuck up or I’ll fuck your ass too.”

The collection of screams in your chest calmed at the threat, horrified because you knew he would follow through. Your cries were muffled behind his hand. You could feel your spit collecting on his palm but he paid it no mind. He continued to stare at you, his brows piqued, “Are you going to scream, _____?”

Swallowing your protests, you shook your head once. Rafe smirked at your submission, “That’s a good girl.” He removed his hand, a clear red handprint left across your mouth in his wake, “A weak girl, but still a good girl nonetheless.”

The insult forced you to bite your lower lip, holding back a cry. Sobs & goosebumps erupted across your body when the sound of the cloth whispering against skin reached your ears. Reluctantly, you watched & did nothing as Rafe dropped his pants, his hands reaching for the opening in his boxer briefs. You tucked your chin, not wanting to see it.

Rafe chuckled at your effort to block out the situation. But he knew, as did you, what exactly kind of position you were in. 

A sharp gasped left your mouth at the feel of his fingers poking & prodding until he found your entrance. The only triumph you felt was the look of dissatisfaction on his face when his fingers met with a dry cunt. Curling his lip, Rafe pulled his hand away, spitting onto his fingers before returning them.

The second time Rafe forced two fingers inside you. You winced at the assault, your knuckles turning white as they gripped onto the edge of the counter, trying to block out the feel of his fingers fucking you. 

Much to your horror, you felt yourself growing wetter with his strokes, his thumb joining the party to rub deftly at your clit. A bolt of pleasure rocked your body & you shuddered under his touch. Rafe smiled proudly at your bodies reaction, forcing you to press your forehead to the counter, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of watching you cry as he would no doubt proceed to rape you.

A breath escaped you when he abruptly removed his fingers, but you knew better than to hold onto any hopeful thoughts while under the mercy of Rafe Cameron.

Something between a moan & a cry came from your lips when you felt Rafe press the head of his cock to your entrance. This was it. This is what all those years of humiliation would lead to. But it never came. 

“_____.” He said your name softly. But you shook your head, knowing what he was going to ask for. 

“Don’t make me, Rafe. Please.”

It was like you hadn’t said a word when Rafe responded, “Watch me fuck you.”

You felt his hand ghost over the front of your neck then, & your head shot up by instinct. The second your eyes met his in the mirror, Rafe grabbed your throat & thrusted violently into you all at once. 

Any cry that would have left your body was snuffed out by his hand as he squeezed your throat impossibly tight. Rafe released a deep groan as he felt you stretch around him. Never letting go of your neck, he dropped his head, resting it between the blades of your shoulders. 

“Finally.” He said it quietly, almost like a whisper, as if he wasn’t intending to say it out loud. Fresh tears erupted from you at the idea of just how long he had planned this…wanted this. 

“You feel…” His breath was hot on your skin, making the already unbearable pain you were in at that moment even more uncomfortable. “…divine.”

Slowly, Rafe inched out of you, forcing the walls of your pussy to cry in protest. Rafe gazed in awe at the sight of himself inside you. He snapped his hips forward & growled at the sensation, satisfaction filling him greatly as he finally took you. Something that was kept from him for far too long.

Rafe began slow, savoring the feel of your soft, velvet heat. His breathing was coming in heavily as he leaned over you, his chest pressing flush against your back. At that point in the assault, his hand had fallen from your throat but it made no difference. You couldn’t cry even if you wanted to.

With every thrust of his hips, which grew harsher & faster as he fucked you into the edge of the counter, a small moan would leave you. You tried pressing your lips together first, then covered your own mouth, but when Rafe took note of what you were doing he had brought your hand down to your side, holding it there against the granite in a harsh grip, “Let me hear you. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

You hated it. Him. This. All of it. You hated that there was an undeniable pleasure blooming in the deep pit of your stomach, begging to be played with more & more until it could reach the edge. 

One of Rafe’s hands gripped the side of your hip as he pulled back to pound you deeper, intent on driving himself into you as far as he could go. Through your own hooded eyes, you watched as he bared his teeth like a madman, watching the connection between your bodies meet over & over again.

His hand found the back of your neck then & he yanked you upwards, forcing your lower back to bend painfully in an angle that allowed him to fuck you with long strokes while also having his chest flush to your back. He wrapped an arm around your front, the hand that was holding your hip rising to grip you under your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes in the mirror.

“Tell me you want me to cum in you.” A pant left you at his demand, the feel of his cock rutting into you, pushing you to the edge. Rafe forced himself into you harshly, making a point, “Say it, _____.”

“Cum in me.” You huffed out, your voice faint as you felt the pleasure building. A wince departed your lips when he stroked your G-spot. Begrudgingly, you found your hands gripping his forearm that circled your waist, hanging onto him as you felt yourself about to peak.

“With my name.” He whispered harshly in your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe of your ear. The action nearly sent you over the edge & you loathed the lewd moan that emitted from the deepest parts of you.

“Rafe!” You gasped out, barely hanging on, “Cum in me.”

You felt Rafe’s lips brush against your cheek, a smile evident which was confirmed when your eyes met his in the mirror. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure enveloped you, & it held you in Rafe’s arms as you came around him, a cry parting your lips in reluctant satisfaction. 

Rafe followed swiftly behind you, filling you with his cock as he pushed himself deeper & deeper until he was pressed to you, your body pressed to the countertop. Rafe came with a guttural groan. You shuddered when you felt his seed fill you, his dick pulsing from the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

The both of you were breathing heavily, your heart beating wildly within the confines of your rib cage. Rafe remained within you until he went soft, removing himself gently. At the sudden emptiness, you felt all the emotions come over you, distraught at what had just happened. Sobs wracked your body as you sensed Rafe’s cum seeping down your inner thighs. 

This was, by far, the worst thing Rafe Cameron could ever do to you. You desperately wished humiliating you like he did high school, or even scheming to have your boyfriend cheat on you, would be the extent of his torture. You’d choose to relive those horrible moments over & over instead of ever having him touch you like that again. 

When you felt his hand press firmly to the middle of your back, you had no control over your next actions. In a whirl that would certainly cause whiplash, you rounded on Rafe, swinging a fist at his godforsaken face. Rafe hadn’t been expecting the punch, catching it all. He stumbled back slightly, his hand holding his jaw. You breathed heavily, glaring hatefully at his tall, lean form. You didn’t care what repercussions came from it. There was nothing more he could do to hurt you. 

Rafe pulled his hand away, moving his jaw in discomfort, testing the ability of it. When he surmised he was fine for the most part, his eyes rose to yours, a mirthful glint behind them. 

You looked stunning; hair a mess, cheeks & eyes stained with mascara tears, your lips swollen. His eyes felt to your waist, dropping further as he took in the sight of his cum gliding down your thighs. A proud smile graced his lips, “I knew you would be perfect.”

He stepped forward & you side stepped him, your ankles getting briefly tangled within the denim of your overalls. Swiftly, you bent down & yanked your overalls up, hooking them haphazardly, your eyes never leaving Rafe’s predatory form. 

“Why?!” You repeated your question from earlier, though this time your voice was thick with malice, unafraid of what he’d do next. 

“You know why.” He responding knowingly.

“No!” You shrieked, “You just raped me, Rafe! So you tell me why? Why me?”

Rafe rolled his eyes, shamelessly leaning against the door as if he was having a casual conversation with a friend. When he continued to say nothing, you stepped forward & shoved him. Instantly he grabbed your wrist, his expression contorting into a snarl, “You get one of those. You already used yours.”

Yanking your worst out of his grasp, you shook your head, hot angry tears spilling, “Just tell me why, please, Rafe. Why me?”

Rafe stared at you in thought. You watched as the cogs & gears turned in his unhinged fucking mind. Coming to a decision, Rafe clicked his tongue. Straightening to his full height, he reached for the back of your neck again. You fought against it briefly, all your energy having been expended on the punch. Rafe pulled you to him, pressing your head to his chest as he wrapped his arms over your shoulders, holding you to him. The gesture made you nauseous. In the mirror, you imagined that to anyone else it would like a friend comforting another friend. But Rafe & you were anything but…

“Okay.” He said. Gently, Rafe grabbed the sides of your face so he could look down at you, his touch sickeningly tender after such a violent assault. He pressed his lips to your forehead, the breath of his nose brushing over the baby hairs at the top of your head. 

“I’ll tell you everything.”

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[rafesaddiction]

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

PART THREE (OPTION B)

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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PART TWO

PART THREE (OPTION A)

SERIES MASTERLIST

A month has passed since your last encounter with Rafe Cameron. But despite the time since you saw him last, you knew better than to let your guard down. Tyson & you kept busy. You didn’t want to give Rafe any opportunity to get you alone so you often went with Tyson to his work, hanging out on the beach a few yards away while he taught his classes. You distracted yourself with books, games on your phone, & on days when you were feeling slightly less anxious, you would walk the short distance to the nearby boardwalk to work on your laptop. You still didn’t have a job lined up for when you returned home at the end of the summer but you found it necessary to keep your eyes peeled on the potential job offers in the future.

Fortunately, you never saw Rafe in that time. From what you knew, he wasn’t the type to hang casually around town. You hoped he wasn’t waiting until the time was ready but weren’t going to underestimate him. Now, as you sat on a towel under an umbrella, Tyson wading in the water with his students, you still questioned why you never told Tyson about what happened. About both your high school run-ins with his former best friend as well as when he cornered you at that party a month ago. You wondered if perhaps it was your stubborn nature, not wanting to go crying for someone to save you, but this was more than that, you knew that. Yet, you kept your mouth shut.

After Tyson’s class finished, he strolled over to you, his wet suit hanging around his waist. Though you two have only been together for a short time, you still found yourself blushing at the sight of him half naked. Not that you fantasized about what he looked like under his clothes when you were younger, but you certainly couldn’t believe he was yours. His hair was hanging loosely around his face, the ends brushing just the tops of his shoulders.

            “Enjoying the sun?” You laughed at his question as he sat down beside you, his whole body remaining in the sun while you continued shielding yourself from the sun in the shade.

            “Isn’t it obvious?” Tyson smiled that lopsided grin of his you adored so much. He slapped his hand on your thigh, rubbing it momentarily, “Let me put my stuff away then we can stop somewhere to eat.”

            You nodded in response. As he walked away to carry a few boards to a lock & key booth up the shore, you gathered your things & slipped into your shorts. You were finished putting your books & journals in your bag when you struggled to close the umbrella.

            “Fucking. Stupid. Thing.” You muttered as your fingers turned red & raw from pushing on a difficult metal stopper that kept the umbrella open.

            “Trouble?” The voice made you shriek as you jumped, dropping the umbrella to the sand with a soft tff.

            “Rafe.” His name spilled from your lips easily as you stepped backwards, your eyes immediately searching for Tyson, “What are you doing?”

            He cocked his head in amusement, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reached down to grab the umbrella, easily pushing in the metal stopper, collapsing the umbrella, “Helping.”

            Rafe offered you the umbrella, which you swiftly swiped from his hand & let it hang from your hands, thinking in the back of your head you can use this to defend yourself if he tries anything this time. But as you quickly surveyed your surroundings, you knew he wouldn’t. It’s too open, not private at all. Anyone could see what he would do. That’s not his style. With that knowledge, you slightly relaxed, rolling your eyes as you turned your back on him to grab your bag.

            “I’m not doing this.” You said once your bag is secured on your shoulder. You shake your head at him, “Whatever you’re planning, I’m not playing.”

            “Who said I was playing?” Rafe countered. You hated the way he stood before you. So confident, shameless. Why couldn’t he find someone else—anyone else—to harass? Why did it have to be you?

            “Don’t.” You said firmly before going to step around him. Unlike your last encounter on the beach though, he didn’t let you pass by so easily.

            Rafe stepped in your path, blocking you. Your chests almost touched & a hiss of frustration left your mouth, “God, aren’t you bored?”

            You glared up at him as he towered over; the mirthful expression never falling from his face.

            “Five years & you still get your kicks out of picking on someone. It’s pathetic.” You spit, “You are pathetic, Rafe. I feel bad for you.”

            A cloud of ire fell over him with that. You watched as his jaw clenched, his lips pressed in a firm line as he glowered down at you. He took a step forward with a few inches to spare. It took all you had to not step back, not back down. You had to remind yourself who you were now, not who you used to be.

            “Look at you. All your friends have moved on, doing something with their lives, with people who care about them. What are you doing? Coke in a party bathroom with strangers who are only interested in your money & party favors.” You half scoffed, half laughed, it being your turn to wear a leisurely smile, “What is it that you said in the bathroom all those years ago?”

            You feigned forgetfulness, enjoying the fury you were causing to stir within him, “Oh, that’s right. That I was a nobody in a school filled with people who were going to be somebodies? Who are you, Rafe? You’re the same sad, rich prick that no one actually likes. You’re nobody, now. Nothing.”

            His eyes glazed over, a look you couldn’t pinpoint as he stared openly at you, his lips parting. You hadn’t seen this look before, you weren’t sure what it meant or how it made you feel. But you quickly let it go, pushing past him. This time he let you pass. You didn’t get far though as Tyson came upon the two of you, a look of concern in his eyes as he stared at Rafe behind you.

            “Hey, everything okay?”

            You went to answer but the same voice that startled you moments before beat you to the answer, “Just catching up.”

            When you peeked over your shoulder, you were miffed at the casual & friendly tone he used. Rafe tucked his hands into his shorts, approaching the two of you, “We didn’t get much of a chance to talk at my party last month.”

            Your eyes narrowed, not surprised at how easily he could lie & make it believable.

            “C’mon, I’m hungry.” You turned to Tyson, forcing a smile.

            “I’m having another one tonight, in fact.” Rafe continued, “You both should come, it’ll be cool for us all to hang out. We never got to do that in high school, right Tyson?”

            Tyson & Rafe stared at each other. You glanced between the two of them as what appeared to be a silent communication occurred. Rafe smirked playfully, quirking a single eyebrow. Tyson’s nostrils flared in annoyance, “I don’t known, man. Partying isn’t really our thing.”

            Rafe scoffed at his statement, “It’s one night. C’mon. Like old times. Except of course this time ­­_____ will be joining us.”

            Again, you watched in confusion as they stared each other down, like a western stand-off. If you weren’t already uncomfortable you may have laughed at how ridiculous they looked but before you could get Tyson’s attention, he shook his head once, “Yeah, maybe.”

            “Great.” Rafe clapped Tyson on the shoulder, his eyes falling to your frame, “See you both tonight, then. You won’t regret it.”

            You felt yourself sneer as he grinned at you. He’s won this time. The second Rafe turned his back & walked away, Tyson exhaled a breath. Then, as if he hadn’t just had a face-off with his former best friend, he smiled at you, swinging his arm over your shoulders, leading you to the boardwalk.

            “Still hungry?” You weren’t. Rafe Cameron had killed any appetite you had. Ignoring his question, you crossed your arms, “What was that about?”

            “What was what about?”

            “That?” You gestured to the beach behind you, “You guys were talking without words.”

            “Ahh, nothing. Just…” Tyson sighed heavily, dropping his arm to thread his fingers with yours, “You don’t know Rafe like I do.” You wanted to counter that. Wanted to let him know that you did in fact know Rafe & likely knew a worse version of him than Tyson did. But you said nothing. Like usual.

            “He’s a child. Give him what he wants & he’ll stop his crying.” But as he explained it to you, you knew damn well that that wasn’t what happened. Rafe wasn’t having a conniption. He was asserting dominance. Like an alpha wolf, like Tyson was below him & knew he belonged there. But how do you ask about that without insulting Tyson? Or worse, without telling him everything? Which again, you wondered why you weren’t doing just that.

            “But that doesn’t mean we’re going, right?” You questioned, “You just said that to get him off your back, right?”

            Tyson paused your walk, his hand halting you gently, “We’ll just go for five minutes, let him see us, then leave.”

            “What?” You let go of his hand, “Why? You’re not even friends. Why would we go?”

            “It’s just easier that way, ­­_____.” Tyson walked pass you. You remained standing where you were, shaking your head after him, “I’m not going.”

            Tyson stopped to look back at you. He glanced briefly at other people walking by. He looked tired & frustrated as he approached you, “Okay, that’s okay. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. But I should still go. Just for a couple minutes. Then I’ll come back home & we can… have our own party.”

            Reluctantly, you felt a smile grace your lips. You fought it but as he wiggled his brows at you & gripped your waist, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes in acceptance, “Fine. You go, I’ll stay. Waiting. Impatiently.”

            Tyson kissed your forehead, grabbing your hand, leading you toward a nearby walk-up counter service restaurant. While the two of you waited in line, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Tyson made a joke & you laughed softly, opening the message. It was from an unknown number but the content of the message told you who it was from.

            I’ll be seeing you.

            A wave of goosebumps erupted over your body. Deleting the message, you didn’t bother to respond. You told Rafe you wouldn’t play whatever game he was planning & you intended to stay true to that. He wouldn’t get a reaction out of you & he absolutely wouldn’t be seeing you tonight. The only thing that bummed you out is that you wouldn’t be able to see the look of annoyance on his face when he realized you didn’t show up to his party.

Rafe had won. Again.

You watched begrudgingly as Tyson made a trick shot into a red solo cup at the other end of a table. Some guy you didn’t recognize had convinced him to be his partner because he had 5k running on the game & needed someone dependable. That person apparently was your boyfriend. And while you wish you weren’t at Rafe Cameron’s party, you were at least with Tyson. Or at least nearby, never letting him out of your sight. It was how Rafe got you to come.

Moments before Tyson left, you had received yet another message from Rafe’s unsaved number on your phone. No words, only an image was sent & it consisted of Rafe taking a selfie with his arm slung over the shoulders of Bridgette. It was a threat, or a promise. Either way, you didn’t want to imagine what games Rafe would play if you didn’t tag along to play gatekeeper so there you unfortunately found yourself leaning against a wall, a glass of water in your hand, as you watched Tyson kick ass at beer pong. 

But you didn’t feel at ease. None at all. The whole time you were watching Tyson, you could feel Rafe’s eyes on you. Like now, he stood across the room from you, standing in the kitchen. His lower back resting against the counter, two guys flanking either side of him, talking animatedly, but he isn’t paying them any mind. You are his sole focus.

It takes all of your will to not return the glare, to even acknowledge his existence. You know he had already won this time, you didn’t want to see that look in his eyes that would rub it in further; that he knew just what to do to get what he wanted. So, stubbornly, you avoid looking in his direction, though you can still make him out in your peripheral. 

Tyson & you agreed on only being in & out before you two got to the party, but Tyson couldn’t resist a high stakes game of beer pong. So when one of his buddies, who you at least assumed was one of his buddies, pulled him into a round, you didn’t know when it would end. And an hour later, you didn’t see one in sight.

Sighing heavily to yourself, you straighten your spine, feeling your hip pop as you fix your posture. You must’ve been standing like that the whole time, not wanting to make a single move in case it inspired Rafe to attack. But the party is packed, incredibly more so than the last one. You know he won’t try anything. Not in the open, at least.

A collection of hoots & hollers sound as Tyson makes the winning cup. He throws his arms into the air, asserting dominance. His partner besides him is busy flipping off the people at the other end of the table as they empty out their wallets. 

“Thank you, thank you, gentleman. My man Tyson here just cannot be beat.”

Tyson is well inebriated at this point, that much you can tell. His hair, which had started out in a loose bun at the nape of his neck, now hangs loosely around his flushed face. His eyes are slightly pink from the alcohol & he has stripped out of his top. In fact, you are wearing his top. It makes you feel like it’s a shield against Rafe Cameron. 

You had come to the party in what you had been wearing lounging around Tyson’s apartment: a white crop top under a pair of cut-off denim overalls. You knew the Kook’s of the island hadn’t outgrown their capricious tastes & had received a few judgmental looks upon your arrival but you didn’t care. You no longer were interested in trying to impress them.

Your muscles relax when you see Tyson turn away from the table, his eyes finding yours, an expression of apology behind them. You don’t want him to feel sorry. After all, you could see how easy it was for him to fall into the party scene. It wasn’t like he partied all the time, so when he was having fun you wanted him to have fun. You just wish it wasn’t under Rafe Cameron’s roof.

Tyson barely takes a step towards you when a pair of new contenders call out his name, dropping a wad of cash on the table, “Kearney. Really gonna walk away from an extra three k?”

You loath the question, knowing Tyson could easily walk away but his beer pong partner’s eyes widen at the prospect. Tyson looks at you & you roll your eyes, letting him know you don’t want to stay longer but then wave your hand, dismissing his concern.

He mouths an apology, holding up one finger as a promise that this would be his last round. As the four of them gather the cups into formation, your eyes finally stray to Rafe in the kitchen. What you see makes your stomach roll.

Rafe is polishing off a bottle of beer, a smirk hidden behind the action. He’s enjoying this; watching you squirm & getting antsy to leave but knowing you won’t drag Tyson out of here if you can help it. You feel like an abnormal specimen under the microscope & Rafe is the mad scientist poking & prodding at you to see what you are made of. You’re worried yourself of how far he would push you.

Ignoring him, you put down your empty glass of water & approach Tyson, “How long, you think?”

He narrows his eyes at the competition, cocking his head in thought, “Fifteen minutes, twenty tops.”

You sigh, nodding, “Okay, I’m going to step out for a smoke.”

“Good luck kiss before you go?” He asks, a playful grin on his face. You chuckle & rise on your toes to kiss him

“Luck.” You reply, gripping his arm once before you bypass party goers to the sliding back door.

There are few people on the deck. You go to the furthest corner & pull out your pack of smokes from your denim pocket. Lighting a match, you take a drag until the cherry burns bright then toss the match over the deck. Exhaling heavily, you let your head fall into your hands. It’s frustrating. You hate that Rafe is getting what he wanted, whatever the hell that is, & you wish you could be bold enough to just call a Lyft & leave but you don’t want to leave Tyson knowing Bridgette is lurking around somewhere. Though speaking of, you had yet to see her.

            That too made you wary but you knew that Tyson was preoccupied, that at least gave you some relief. As you pull drags from your cigarette, you keep your ears on alert for the sound of the sliding door opening, wanting to be prepared in case Rafe tries anything. Fortunately though, through the whole duration of your smoke break, no one bothers you. For a moment, you allow your walls to fall, to relax & enjoy the summer night breeze of the southern east coast. Inhaling sharply, you take a final drag before dragging the butt of the cigarette along the railing of the deck. Flicking the butt over the edge, you pull out your phone, checking the time. It’s nearly midnight. You hope you will be back at Tyson’s by 12:30.

            Turning your back on the beach, you reluctantly return to the party. You hardly slid the door shut when your eyes widen in panic. The party is still in full swing, people are laughing & enjoying themselves everywhere you look, but the beer pong table is empty. What use to hold a mirror of red solo cups is now covered in cards & clothing as people who surround it play a game of strip poker. Tyson.

            Pushing through people, you feel your heart race, searching for his tall frame & blond head of hair. But everywhere you look he’s nowhere to be found. There isn’t even a face you could make out as a face from high school amongst all the people who Rafe Cameron had to fucking invite. Your chest is heaving & a cold sweat breaks out under Tyson’s shirt that you wear. As you continue to weave through party goers, you have to give yourself the tiniest bit of credit for not having a drop of alcohol; otherwise your panicked state would be multiplied.

            The second floor of the beach villa, though full of people, proves empty of one Tyson Kearney. Circling back to the kitchen, you burrow yourself in a corner, pulling out your phone & calling Tyson’s number. After a few rings it goes to voicemail. You exhale a noise of frustration before trying again. Still nothing.

            “Damnit Tyson, answer.” You grumble to yourself, bringing the phone to your ear one last time. As you do so, you angle your body to face the rest of the party. You intend to scan the crowd again for your boyfriend but your eyes ultimately fall onto a pair of dark blue orbs that watch you in amusement. Shoving your phone into your pocket, you storm across the room, shoving drunkards out of your way as you stomp up to the host of the party.

            “Where is he?” You demand, wishing you had the power to bury him alive with your glare alone.

            “Where is who?” Rafe responds, a wolfish grin on his face. It takes all of your being to not scream & use your fists but you had never been the violent type, nor would you even know the first thing about punching someone.

            “Goddamnit. Where. Is. He.” You feel your teeth grit to the point you think they will crack under the pressure.

            Rafe’s grin slowly dissolves from his face, his eyes trailing over your frame, taking his time assessing you. You cross your arms over your chest, knowing you likely look ridiculous, like a child who isn’t getting her way, but you remain where you stand, not letting Rafe win for the second time tonight. His eyes eventually find yours eyes & what flames behind them makes your heart falter. Rafe steps up to you until your nose is brushing his chest. You make to step back, gain some space from the prick, but his hand grips your elbow firmly. A warning to not move.

            Just above your ear, you feel his breath brush your hair gently as he speaks, “Have you checked the master bedroom?” His forefinger is pointing to the ceiling, indicating the third floor.

            His question makes your heart sink. No, you didn’t think to look in bedrooms, mostly because you knew you wouldn’t want to walk in one anyone getting busy but the thought didn’t cross your mind to think of Tyson being behind any of them. You take a step back from Rafe, your lips parting in denial.

            “Bridgette…” You voice softly.

            Slipping out of Rafe’s grip, you whip away from him & navigate your way to the third floor where the majority of bedrooms are. At the landing, you peer down the hall through a cloud of smoke & clamoring voices. At the very end stands two heavy wooden doors, doors that clearly mark the master bedroom from the rest.

            It didn’t feel like your feet were moving but somehow you find yourself in front of the master bedroom. The people you passed in the hallway don’t pay you any mind as you hesitate outside the door, your hand on the handles. Pressing your ear to the door, you strain to make out anything beyond but due to the resonation of the party, all you can hear is the sound of your blood rushing to your head. Feeling nauseous at what may lay on the other side, you swallow down any bile & turn the handle, pushing the doors open.

            Your world spins as you blink through blurred vision at what lies before you. Tyson is on his back, his shorts around his knees as he stares wide-eyed up at a girl—Bridgette—on top of him. In the two seconds it takes you to find them, you know well enough what is happening. Bridgette & Tyson don’t even notice you until you stumble over your words.

            “Tyson… Ty—” A choked sob escapes your throat.

At the sound of his name, Tyson’s glossy eyes slowly fall to you. Hot tears skip down your cheeks when your eyes met. Bridgette moans softly, gripping Tyson’s chin & turning his head back to her. But his eyes remain on you, a crinkle forming between his brows at the sight of you. 

“_____…?” He grunts out your name, his tone thick with confusion. 

Unable to stand the sight anymore, you spin around, not bothering to close the door. Racing down the hallway, you descend the staircase, aiming to make it to the bottom floor but at the curve that leads to the first floor, Rafe stands proudly among the party goers.

The fact that your boyfriend is fucking his ex a floor above you takes concern over seeing the smug smile on Rafe Cameron’s face. Ignoring him, you push past, but not without him grasping your wrist.

“What’s the rush?” He questions, knowing damn well. 

You can’t fathom a sassy rebuttal, only thinking about getting out of the house & as far away from this town as you can. Before you can rip your arm from his grasp though, you hear your name being called. It’s muffled & a floor above you but distinct. Both of you eye the top of the stairs on the third landing, aware of who was calling after you.

You attempt to slip away once more but Rafe’s grip tightens, “Running away again?”

A sneer forms on your face, “Let. Me. Go.”

Rafe’s eyes drop to your lips. He arches a single brow, lowering his voice so only you could hear, “You were always weak.”

Your heart pangs at the comment. Fresh tears form in your eyes. And they aren’t angry ones. Rafe’s right. He had always been right. No five years away from the island & self-teaching could change that. You are weak. You had only gotten better at hiding it.

“____!” Your name rings out again. In a fit, you struggle to release yourself from Rafe’s arm, your eyes darting to the stairs. You can’t stand to see Tyson, not right now, not ever if you can help it. But Rafe wants to watch you squirm, to see you hurting. Your chest is heaving & you feel the early effects of a panic attack washing over you. You are stuck, a mouse caught in a trap, caged in by Rafe’s hand. 

Your eyes fall to him & the look on his face makes you sick. He’s ecstatic. A soft sloping smile is displayed across his lips. He isn’t gonna let you go. Not until you are humiliated. You have to give in.

“Okay! Okay.” You hiss out, your breath coming in fast & sharp as you speak in a hurry. Scared. “I am weak. I have always been weak & I will always be weak. You’re right, okay? You. Win.”

His eyes shine brightly at your admittance. But still, his grip remains.

“Please.” You practically beg, your legs growing weak from the dizziness lining the edge of your consciousness, “Please, Rafe.”

When you say his name, his eyes flutter closed, his lips parting. You watch in petrified disgust as his tongue runs along his teeth. Biting your lip, you whip your head back to the stairs, expecting to see Tyson any second. 

When you turn back to Rafe, his eyes are glazed over, staring deeply into your own, “Go downstairs & wait in the bathroom.”

What? You stare at him confused. Why the hell would you stay here a moment longer? His grip tightens, his eyes challenging you, “Or I’ll make sure everyone watches as Tyson Kearney breaks your heart.”

Your heart beats faster, feeling as if it will burst from your chest. Not wanting to be standing in the middle of the party in case you collapse, you nod in a rush. You want to leave, to do exactly what Rafe said but he tugs you back once more, “And don’t think about disappearing on me again. This time I’ll chase you until you can’t run anymore.”

Then he lets you go. Releasing a strained breath, you race down the last set of stairs. Instead of bursting out the front door & into the night like you had originally planned, you find yourself bypassing the door & making a U-turn to the first floor hallway.

It’s empty, everyone upstairs. You are grateful because you feel like you’re going to be sick. It takes you opening the third door in the hallway before you find the bathroom. You aren’t sure how many there are on this level, or if this is even the one Rafe was talking about, but you don’t care.

Locking the door behind you, your knees give out just before the toilet. You slam the lid & toilet seat up, dry heaving into the bowl. Nothing comes out except spit. Your body is shaking as sobs escape you, the image of Bridgette riding Tyson replaying over & over again. 

No matter how much you want to blame Rafe for his games, he didn’t have control over your boyfriend’s autonomy. Whatever Rafe planned, Tyson could have worked against them, but instead he played right into them. Perfectly. This wasn’t Rafe’s doing, & that pains you more than anything. 

You aren’t sure how long you are sitting on the bathroom floor trying to catch your breath when three knocks sound on the door. Tonight you hadn’t had a single drink but you feel like you’re drunk & experiencing the symptoms of a hangover. Wincing slightly, you rise to your feet, standing just before the door but making no move to open it. 

“_____.” Rafe’s voice sounds, “Open the door.”

What would happen if you didn’t? Couldn’t he just leave you alone? You think back to what he said on the stairs but can only vaguely remember it due to your panicked state. Your breathing has calmed down but your heart is still racing, especially now that Rafe Cameron stands on the other side of a wooden slab from you, beckoning you to open up.

An unamused chuckle resonates from his side of the door, “I won’t ask again. I’ve had a shit ton of coke tonight & my patience is mighty fuckin’ thin, _____. So open,” A thunderous knock, “the fucking,” another one shakes the wood, “door!” 

Swallowing your dignity, your hand ghosts the handle, hoping that the bathroom floor would open up & consume you. But nothing. Resolving yourself to Rafe Cameron, you press your lips together, & unlock the door.

You step back, letting the door sway slowly open. By the time you feel the counter at your lower back, you watch in nostalgic fear as Rafe appears in the doorway. His hair curtains his forehead as his head hangs low, his dark blue eyes peering at you mischievously. 

He says nothing as he steps over the threshold, his eyes never leaving your frame. You feel yourself already cowering in his presence. Where was she? The girl who had faked it for so long? You needed her. 

Rafe reaches behind him, closing the door with a firm & resounding ‘click’. Then locks it. He rests his weight against it, blocking your only exit. Your hands gripped the counter, steeling yourself for what is to come. He had always been predictable in high school, but now… now he leered at you in a way that made you wish you had never set foot on this island. 

The air stood stagnant as you two stared each other down. Your eyes filled with tense fear & Rafe’s with triumph. He closes his eyes briefly, inhaling sharply, before he exhales slowly, his eyes narrowing. You know the look well, having been on the other end of it for three years & again just the previous month. 

“I have you now.” Rafe speaks with such finality & assurance that you almost believe him yourself. You wished you had never come back to the island. 

He takes a single step towards you, his blue orbs meeting your own with promise, “And I’m not letting you go.”

Option B to Part Three. This is the original route I wanted to take & tbh, I'm going to be continuing Always You moving forward from this option. I will leave Option A up for now but will delete it in the future (just not a priority for me right now to take care of that).

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Always You

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

PART THREE (OPTION A)

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 3.2K

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PART TWO

SERIES MASTERLIST

            A month has passed since your last encounter with Rafe Cameron. But despite the time since you saw him last, you knew better than to let your guard down. Tyson & you kept busy. You didn’t want to give Rafe any opportunity to get you alone so you often went with Tyson to his work, hanging out on the beach a few yards away while he taught his classes. You distracted yourself with books, games on your phone, & on days when you were feeling slightly less anxious, you would walk the short distance to the nearby boardwalk to work on your laptop. You still didn’t have a job lined up for when you returned home at the end of the summer but you found it necessary to keep your eyes peeled on the potential job offers in the future.

Fortunately, you never saw Rafe in that time. From what you knew, he wasn’t the type to hang casually around town. You hoped he wasn’t waiting until the time was ready but weren’t going to underestimate him. Now, as you sat on a towel under an umbrella, Tyson wading in the water with his students, you still questioned why you never told Tyson about what happened. About both your high school run-ins with his former best friend as well as when he cornered you at that party a month ago. You wondered if perhaps it was your stubborn nature, not wanting to go crying for someone to save you, but this was more than that, you knew that. Yet, you kept your mouth shut.

            After Tyson’s class finishes, he strolls over to you, his wet suit hanging his waist. Though you two have only been together for a short time, you still found yourself blushing at the sight of him half naked. Not that you fantasized about what he looked like under his clothes when you were younger, but you certainly couldn’t believe he was yours. His hair was hanging loosely around his face, the ends brushing just the tops of his shoulders.

            “Enjoying the sun?” You laughed at his question as he sat down beside you, his whole body remaining in the sun while you continued shielding yourself from the sun in the shade.

            “Isn’t it obvious?” Tyson smiled that lopsided grin of his you adored so much. He slapped his hand on your thigh, rubbing it momentarily, “Let me put my stuff away then we can stop somewhere to eat on the boardwalk.”

            You nod in response. As he walked away to carry a few boards to a lock & key booth up the shore, you gathered your things & slipped into your shorts. You were finished putting your books & journals in your bag when you struggled to close the umbrella.

            “Fucking. Stupid. Thing.” You muttered as your fingers turned red & raw from pushing on a difficult metal stopper that kept the umbrella open.

            “Trouble?” The voice made you shriek as you jumped, dropping the umbrella to the sand with a soft tff.

            “Rafe.” His name spilled from your lips easily as you stepped backwards, your eyes immediately searching for Tyson, “What are you doing?”

            He cocks his head in amusement, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reaches down to grab the umbrella, easily pushing in the metal stopped & collapsing the umbrella, “Helping.”

            Rafe offers you the umbrella, which you swiftly swipe it from his hand & let it hang from your hands, thinking in the back of your hand you can use this to defend yourself if he tries anything this time. But as you quickly survey your surroundings, you know he won’t. It’s too open, not private at all. Anyone could see what he would do. That’s not his style. With that knowledge, you slightly relaxed, rolling your eyes as you turned your back on him to grab your bag.

            “I’m not doing this.” You say once your bag is secured on your shoulder. You shake your head at him, “Whatever you’re planning, I’m not playing.”

            “Who said I was playing?” Rafe countered. You hated the way he stood before you. So confident, shameless. Why couldn’t he find someone else, anyone else, to harass? Why did it have to be you?

            “Don’t.” You said once more firmly before going to step around him. Unlike your last encounter on the beach though, he didn’t let you pass by so easily.

            Rafe steps in your path, blocking you. Your chests almost touch & a hiss of frustration leaves your mouth, “God, aren’t you bored?”

            You glare up at him as he towers over; the mirthful expression never falling from his face.

            “Five years & you still get your kicks out of picking on someone. It’s pathetic.” You spit, “You are pathetic, Rafe. I feel bad for you.”

            A cloud of ire fell over him with that. You watched as his jaw clenched, his lips pressed in a firm line as he glowered down at you. He took a step forward, a few inches to spare. It was took all you had to not step back, not back down. You had to remind yourself who you were now, not who you used to be.

            “Look at you. All your friends have moved on, doing something with their lives, with people who care about them. What are you doing? Coke in a party bathroom with strangers who are only interested in your money & party favors.” You half scoff, half laugh, it being your turn to wear a leisurely smile, “What is it that you said in the bathroom all those years ago?”

            You feigned forgetfulness, enjoying the fury you were causing to stir within him, “Oh, that’s right. That I was a nobody in a school filled with people who were going to be somebodies? Who are you, Rafe? You’re the same sad, rich prick that no one actually likes. You’re nobody, now. Nothing.”

            His eyes glazed over, a look that you couldn’t pinpoint as he stared openly at you, his lips parting. You hadn’t seen this look before, you weren’t sure what it meant or how it made you feel. But you quickly let it go, pushing past him. This time he let you pass. You didn’t get far though as Tyson came upon the two of you, a look of concern in his eyes as he stared at Rafe behind you.

            “Hey, everything okay?”

            You went to answer but the same voice that startled you moments before beat you to the answer, “Just catching up.”

            When you peeked over your shoulder, you were miffed at the casual & friendly tone he used. Rafe tucked his hands into his shorts, approaching the two of you, “We didn’t get much of a chance to talk at my party last month.”

            Your eyes narrowed, not surprised at how easily he could lie & make it believable.

            “C’mon, I’m hungry.” You turned to Tyson, forcing a smile.

            “I’m having another one tonight, in fact.” Rafe continued, “You both should come, it’ll be cool for us all to hang out. We never got to do that in high school, right Tyson?”

            Tyson & Rafe stared at each other. You glanced between the two of them as what appeared to be a silent communication occurred silently. Rafe smirked playfully, quirking a single eyebrow. Tyson’s nostrils flared in annoyance, “I don’t known, man. Partying isn’t really our thing.”

            Rafe scoffed at his statement, “It’s one night. C’mon. Like old times. Except of course this time ­­_____ will be joining us.”

            Again, you watched in confusion as they stared each other down, like a western stand-off. If you weren’t uncomfortable you may have laughed at how ridiculous they looked but before you could get Tyson’s attention, he shook his head once, “Yeah, maybe.”

            “Great.” Rafe clapped Tyson on the shoulder, his eyes falling your frame, “See you both tonight, then. You won’t regret it.”

            You felt yourself sneer as he grinned at you. He’s won this time. The second Rafe turned his back & walked away, Tyson exhaled a breath. Then, as if he hadn’t just had a face-off with his former best friend, he smiled at you, swinging his arm over your shoulders, leading you to the boardwalk.

            “Still hungry?” You weren’t. Rafe Cameron had killed any appetite you had. Ignoring his question, you crossed your arms, “What was that about?”

            “What was what about?”

            “That?” You gestured to the beach behind you, “You guys were talking without words.”

            “Ahh, nothing. Just…” Tyson sighs heavily, dropping his arm to thread his fingers with yours, “You don’t know Rafe like I do.” You wanted to counter that. Wanted to let him know that you did in fact know Rafe & likely knew a more worse version of him than Tyson did. But you said nothing as he continued.

            “He’s a child. Give him what he wants & he’ll stop his crying.” But as he explained it to you, you knew damn well that that isn’t what happened. Rafe wasn’t having a conniption. He was asserting dominance. Like an alpha wolf, like Tyson was below him & knew he belonged there. But how do you ask about that without insulting Tyson? Or worse, without telling him everything? Which again, you wondered why you weren’t doing just that.

            “But that doesn’t mean we’re going, right?” You questioned, “You just said that to get him off your back, right?”

            Tyson paused your walk, his hand halting you gently, “We’ll just go for five minutes, let him see us, then leave.”

            “What?” You let go of his hand, “Why? You’re not even friends. Why would we go?”

            “It’s just easier that way, ­­_____.” Tyson walked pass you. You remained standing where you were, shaking your head after him, “I’m not going.”

            Tyson stopped to look back at you. He glanced briefly at other people walking by. He looked tired & frustrated as he approached you, “Okay, that’s okay. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. But I should still go. Just for a couple minutes. Then I’ll come back home & we can… have our own party.”

            Reluctantly, you felt a smile grace your lips. You fought it but as he wiggled his brows at you & gripped your waist, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes in acceptance, “Fine. You go, I’ll stay. Waiting. Impatiently.”

            Tyson kissed your forehead, grabbing your hand, leading you toward a nearby walk-up counter service restaurant. While the two of you waited in line, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Tyson made a joke & you laughed softly, opening the message. It was from an unknown number but the content of the message told you who it was from.

            I’ll be seeing you.

            A wave of goosebumps erupted over your body. Deleting the message, you didn’t bother to respond. You told Rafe you wouldn’t play whatever game he was planning & you intended to stay true to that. He wouldn’t get a reaction out of you & he absolutely wouldn’t be seeing you tonight. The only thing that bummed you out is that you wouldn’t be able to see the look of annoyance on his face when he realized you didn’t show up to his party.

            You’re in Tyson’s kitchen making yourself a bowl of ramen, stirring the noodles as you watch the movie being played on your open laptop on his bed. Tyson left about thirty minutes ago. It was just a little passed 10 in the evening. He promised he’d be back by 11, midnight at the latest. Fortunately, you weren’t too upset by that info. While you looked forward to having another night in with your boyfriend, you realized you hadn’t had much alone time since coming back home with Tyson. You would enjoy it while you could.

            Turning off the stove top, you poured the noodles into a bowl, adding seasonings & sauces until it smelled of garlic & spice with a hint of lime. Placing the bowl of noodles on Tyson’s nightstand, you were getting ready to wrap a blanket around yourself to burrito out in when your phone rang. Turning it over, you smiled at the name on the display. Hitting answer, you put the phone on speaker as you settled into bed, your movie on pause.

            “Hey there. Heading back?”

            Tyson chuckled in response. You could make out the sounds of a party happening in the background & you imagined it was filled with the same folks as before. It’s not until that thought crosses your mind that you remember Bridgette. Would Rafe have invited her again? If he had, you weren’t there this time to mark your territory. But you swallowed your worries. You trusted Tyson, despite Rafe’s hand being involved.

            “Not quite. I made my rounds but I think I’ll stay for a bit longer. Sorry, babe.”

            “It’s okay. I’m just getting into bed to watch a movie. Wake me when you get home though, okay? I still want to have our own fun.”

            “You know I will.” The tone of desire in his voice makes you bite your lip in anticipation.

            “Okay, well have fun & don’t let Rafe get to you. Was he pleased to see you show up?” You ask, grabbing your bowl of ramen to blow on it. Tyson laughs in response, “Wouldn’t know. He’s not here.”

            Your heart pounded with confusion. A nauseating knot formed in your gut immediately. Putting your ramen back down, you grabbed your phone, taking it off speakerphone & bringing it to your ear, “What do you mean he’s not there? It’s his party, he invited you.”

            “You’re telling me. But I’ve asked & everyone says he left shortly before I got here.” The knot in your stomach churns. You hadn’t even eaten your ramen yet & you feel like throwing it up.

            “Tyson!” You hear his name getting called in the background to which Tyson hollers back, “Anyway, kinda happy about it, not gonna lie. But I’m gonna play a few rounds of beer pong then I’ll be back, okay?”

            “Okay, but Tyson—”

            “I’ll wake you up, don’t worry. Promise. See you later, babe.”

            Before you interject he hangs up. You’re still holding the phone to your ear, blood rushing to your head. Though you’re wrapped snugly in a blanket, a chilling wave of nerves washes over you. Your nasty knot was growing in size as you shivered. Going to your messages, you saw that you hadn’t gotten any others from an unknown number except for the one you deleted earlier in the day. Tyson said Rafe had left before he got there, which means he wasn’t there to see you show up or not. It’s not like he knew you weren’t coming. He has to be out getting more coke or causing problems in someone else’s life.

            Swallowing down bile you hadn’t realized built up, you tried to relax, your laptop now sleeping & ramen getting colder as you tried to breathe. You glanced at the time on your phone. It was only 10:25. You decided that if you didn’t hear from Tyson by 11 you would call him, subtly inquiring about Rafe’s attendance. You didn’t like the idea of not knowing where he was. But it’s not like he knew where you were either…

            A yelp leaves your mouth, your phone clattering to the floor as a knock sounds on the front door. A horrified gasp shudders from your body. No no no, no way, no fucking way…

            The knock sounds again, this time with three raps that are louder, seeking your attention without a doubt.

            “_____.” Rafe’s voice sounds from the other side, calling your name in a sing-song tone, “I know you’re in there.”

            You rush out of your tangling of blankets & stand, staring wide-eyed at the door. Your chest is heaving as your breathing comes in a panic. You remain standing, frozen, scared to death of the person on the other side of the door. How did he even know where Tyson lived?

            It’s a small island, ­­­_____. His voice sounds in your head from that night many years ago.

            “Fuck.” You whisper softly. You never should have stayed on the island. You should’ve stayed gone…

            “What the fuck do you want?” You hollered, though your voice was shaking & didn’t sound in threatening in the slightest.

            “You know what I want.” He replied gently. Even now you could picture him on the other side. Both arms outstretched to grip the door frame, his forehead resting against the door itself. It was a position he often did in high school when he could crowd you in, trapping you. Here he was, doing it again. But this time you had the advantage. You were safe, in an apartment with a locked door.

            “Let me in, ­_____. So we can talk.”

            “No!” You shouted, braving walking forward, ensuring that the lock was turned. Sure, it was a flimsy little thing that could be picked but Rafe wouldn’t draw attention like that. Not in an apartment complex. It was a quiet building. Someone would notice him, hear him. You were fine, you were going to be fine.

            “Please, just go away, Rafe.” You said, pressing your hands to the door, bracing for any potential break in, “I already called Tyson, he’s on his way home.” It was a lie but that didn’t matter. You just needed to scare him away.

            Rafe laughed knowingly at that, “I really doubt that, _____.” He kept saying your name, like he was trying to make it his own. It made your skin crawl, “It’s hard to drive when all your tires have been slashed.”

            Tears pricked your eyes at the information given. You winced internally. Even if you hadn’t been lying about Tyson coming home, by the time he does decide to leave, he’ll have to deal with Rafe’s vandalism. You sniffed, fighting back the tears, “Rafe… please. Just go, okay.”

            “_____. I’m not going to ask again. I’ve had about twelve lines & I am getting really. Fucking. Impatient. So, open,” He knocked, “the goddamn,” two more knocks, each one growing harder, making your hands shake against the door, “door!”

            “That’s it, I’m calling the cops, Rafe! I’m done.” You pushed yourself off the door, turning around to find your phone. You barely made it a foot when the sound of wood splintering & snapping boomed behind you. In a sudden rush of movement, you fell to your stomach, covering your head as if an explosion had just happened in the apartment. In a way, one just had, only it came in the form of one Rafe Cameron. Turning over, a scream preparing to leave your mouth, you watched as Rafe entered the apartment through the door he had just kicked open.

            “Rafe, get out now!” You crawled backwards on your hands. Rafe glared hotly down at you, a triumphant look gracing his features. He sniffed, rubbing his face, his eyes never leaving you. Reaching behind him, he shut the apartment door, though it was useless at this point.            

            “The cops are on their way.” You lied once more, your voice growing small as he approached you. The shit-eating grin he tossed your way told you that he knew you were lying. You continued backing up until you felt Tyson’s bed at your back, stopping you. Rafe stepped forward until he was standing at the ends of your feet, “I told you I’d be seeing you.”

            A scream tore from your throat.

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PART THREE (OPTION B)

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[rafesaddiction]

Always You

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

PART TWO

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 3.7K

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

PART ONE

SERIES MASTERLIST

[PART TWO CONTAINS MATURE THEMES INVOLVING MINORS. NO SEX, NOTHING EXPLICIT. BUT MATURE THEMES. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

            You were still shaking as you lied in bed next to Tyson. He was shaken up from his own encounter with the ex that he was completely oblivious to your red eyes & lack of interest in his conversation with Bridgette. It was you who had driven the two of you back to his apartment & by the time the two of you undressed & got into bed, he still hadn’t said much. You didn’t know what to say either. It drove you mad. Why weren’t you telling him what happened? That Rafe Cameron accosted you & made threats to you that made your knees weak, & not in the heart-warming way.

            Tyson fell asleep relatively quickly, leaving you to lie awake, staring up at the ceiling. You brushed at your arms, trying to shake off the feeling of Rafe. It’s like he was still pressed against you. You could still feel his mouth as his lips grazed your neck, his hips pressing firmly into yours until you could feel him. A wave of nausea came over you.

            Slipping from under the sheets, you entered Tyson’s adjoining bathroom, shutting the door quietly. Flipping on the light, you leaned over the sink, turning the faucet to splash water on your face. Your breath was coming in shallowly; you could feel yourself on the brink of a panic attack. You couldn’t believe it happened again. Pressing your hands to your cheeks, feeling the tears beginning to form, you covered your face. Not again…

            Hiding out in the bathroom, you couldn’t help but think back to the night that started it all.

            Eight Years Ago

            You were 15 & at your first party. You weren’t sure why, not really knowing anyone as you sat on a log by yourself before a fire. You hid behind a bottle of beer as other teens partied on the beach around you. Tyson Kearney was nowhere in sight. You figured this wasn’t the kind of party his circle went to. No one seemed to really notice you—the loner girl—hanging out at a party, but you couldn’t deny that you felt some sense of warmth at being invited. It had been your lab partner. You had helped her ace an A on the midterm so she invited you out as a thank you. You didn’t think she actually cared if you showed or not but still, partying was part of the high school experience. You figured you owed yourself at least one.

            When you arrived, no one paid you any mind, not even your lab partner as she passed by your with her friends, laughing into their drinks. You had lifted your hand in a wave but she never notice. Embarrassed, you lowered your hand, hoping no one saw. Of course, no one did. You walked around for a few minutes, watching in mild surprise as you the people you grew up with got up to no good around you. No one said ‘hey’ or invited you over to play a game of beer pong. It stung but you were used to it. There was nothing to do about it. So, you ventured to a nearby cooler, struggled in opening a bottle of beer until someone laughed at your attempts, popping it for you then sat your butt down in front of the fire.

            You never left your spot, even after you polished off the beer. It wasn’t in your best interest to drink more. But you continued to pretend to take sips from it so you could stay longer in the hopes that someone would be drunk enough to entertain you, even if it was small talk. Unfortunately for you, that entertainment came in the form of a baby-faced Rafe Cameron. You saw him approaching you, not really expecting him to sit next to you. You had known of him. He was a grade above you & was well-known in the halls of your school, being one of the most popular kids in school.

            For some reason, you hadn’t ever thought you’d run into the circle at a party like, but then again you didn’t know the first thing about partying with your peers. Anything could happen. That you would soon find out.

            “What are you doing here?” His question surprised you, like he was speaking to someone he knew well. For a moment, you thought maybe he was talking to someone on the other side of you, but before you could look to your right to confirm, he chuckled softly, “I’m talking to you.”

            “Oh.” You mumbled. Though you craved an interaction of some sort, you were already becoming overwhelmed by Rafe Cameron’s presence. He was too popular. It was unnatural. A guy like him talking to a girl like you.

            “So?” He asked again, knocking his shoulder into yours like you were friends, “What makes us so lucky to have you here?”

            Your heart panged. He was making fun of you & wasn’t even being shy about it. Sighing softly to yourself, you dug your heels into the sand, your nails chipping away at the label on the beer bottle, “I can leave.”

            “What?” Rafe looked taken aback, which in turn made you more confused. “Oh, I get it. You’re too cool to talk to me.”

            His statement made your heart hammer. You too cool for him? “What? No! I swear, I just—I thought you…”

            “You thought wrong.” He finished for you. He knocked his beer bottle with your empty one, “Can I get you another?”

            “Uhm,” You wanted to say no, already deciding before you go there that one would be your limit, but you found yourself shrugging, “Okay. Thanks.”

            Rafe ransacked a cooler nearby. You took that time while he was away from you to peer around you, wondering if you’d find a group of people snickering & pointing, or at least anyone who found you & Rafe Cameron drinking together also weird. But as your eyes scanned the partygoers, no one was even looking in your direction.

            A second later, Rafe returned to your side, a respectful distance between the two of you as he handed you the beer. The top was removed & you hesitated in taking it. You had heard horror stories about spiked drinks. Your parents raised you to be smart. It didn’t matter that it was Rafe Cameron who was handing it to you.

            He noted your hesitation & gave you a half-smile, “I didn’t drug it, swear. See.” He took your beer, taking a swig of it before swallowing. You watched in trepidation as his Adam’s apple bobbed. He exhaled, a wide smile on his face, “Scout’s honor.”

            A small smile graced your lips, accepting the beer, “Thanks. Sorry.”

            “Nah, don’t be.” He shrugged, “I have two younger sisters, I would want them to be smart like you if a guy like me gave them an open beer.”

            “A guy like you?” You questioned, “Are you warning me or something?”

            “Not exactly.” He smiled at you. His smile made your stomach flip. You couldn’t believe the situation you found yourself in. Rafe Cameron was hanging out with you at a party where he could hangout with anyone. But he chose you. As the night carried on, he never left your side, talking openly with you & sharing a few laughs. Once the party began to die down, it was only then that you drank more than you should of.

            You weren’t drunk but you sure as hell weren’t sober either. Standing up, you stumbled slightly, not expecting the world to shift.

            “Whoa, okay.” Rafe said, grabbing your arm gently, steadying you until your head stopped spinning, “Guess I should’ve known you weren’t a drinker.”

            “Is that a jab?” You asked boldly, the alcohol coursing through your system allowing you to speak before thinking, “Because I’m a nobody I don’t do any of the normal socializing habits like drinking.”

            “No.” He laughed gently, “Sheesh, you’re defensive, aren’t you?”

            His comment made you frown, “Sorry. I’m not… thinking straight.”

            “Nah, it’s fine. I get it.”

            He stared at you in concern. You couldn’t stop thinking though about how weird it was that Rafe Cameron was concerned for you, someone he’d never spoke to. It’s not like he had a reputation for being an asshole but he was popular. Sometimes the stereotypes make the person.

            “I should go home.”

            “I agree, but uh. You didn’t drive here.”

            “How do you know that?” You questioned, finding his accurate observation suspicious.

            “It’s a small island, _____.” The sound of your name coming from his mouth made you woozy again, but in a good way. An exciting way. “I’ve seen you walking around. You don’t have a car.”

            “Fine.” You had to give him that. It wasn’t like it was a well-kept secret.

            “Let me give you a ride home.” He offered, tugging softly on your hand but not pushing. He was giving you the opportunity to reject it. Your heart swelled, finding it impressive that he was so… gentlemanly.  

            “Okay, thank you. That’d help.”

            “Of course, I’m over here.” He led you by elbow, his fingers soft against your skin. You came upon a truck, a big one, & Rafe rounded to the other side to open the passenger door, “I got a water bottle in the glovebox.”

            You thanked him, hopping up into his truck, your fingers finding his glovebox in the dimly lit cab. Pulling out the water bottle, you uncapped it & brought it to your mouth. By the time Rafe climbed in, fastened his seat belt, & began reversing out of his spot, you had emptied the container of its content.

            “Damn.” He voiced, tossing you a friendly smile, “You needed that.”

            You returned the smile before furrowing your brows, “Should you be driving? You were drinking, too.”

            “I’m fine.” He responds, his eyes on the road. As he continued driving, taking all the right turns to your house, you realized you hadn’t given him any directions. Your brows furrowed for the second time that, wondering how he knew. But you didn’t say anything, reflecting back on how small the island. Everyone knows where everyone lives anyway. Just because no one knew you personally didn’t mean they didn’t know your address.

            When you were down the street from your house, Rafe surprised you by pulling over on the bend of a corner. Just outside the windshield you could make out the beach. It was quiet out, a light breeze coming over the shore. His windows were down in the truck & you shivered, bringing your hands up to rub your arms.

            “Everything okay?” You asked, staring at him. His hands were still on the wheel, you could tell he was deep in thought. You contemplated getting out & walking the rest of the way but he had been so nice to drive you, let alone talk to you all night, it’d be rude to leave him behind.

            “Rafe…” He sighed, his eyes closing when you said his name. It felt weird coming from your mouth, almost tasting bad, but you brushed the feeling away.

            “I have a confession to make.” He said, his opening to find yours. What you saw behind his eyes made your heart drop. He looked so… sad. You didn’t know why but you wanted to comfort him.

            “Are you okay?” You asked again, unsure how to approach comforting him about whatever it was that was bothering him. He gave a small smile but there was nothing happy about it, “No.”

            You were about to ask him to tell you more when he spoke before you could, “I know who you are.”

            The truck remained silent as you digested what he said. What exactly does that mean? The empty water bottle crinkled in your hands as you gripped it, “I don’t… I don’t know what that means.”

            “It means,” He sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt so he could turn his body to face you, “I’ve been watching you. I know who you are, _____.”

            “Rafe, that doesn’t…sound good. What do you mean you’ve been watching—”

            “Not like that.” He interjected firmly, “I’m not stalking you or anything. Fuck, how do I say this?”

            You waited, your teeth finding your lip, chewing the skin there. Finally, he laughed lightly, “I see you, at school. Your family as rich as the next but looking at you, you wouldn’t know it.”

            You’re not sure if he means it as an insult or not, but remain silent as he continues, “You’re different. You don’t need the friends & popularity to know who you are. You’re you. Doing your own thing, going your own way against the crowd, never trying to fit in or make people like you. It’s… admiring.”

            His eyes meet your own, “I admire you.” The breath catches in your throat. One of the most popular guys in school watches you? Admires…you?

            “And it’s silly to say & I’d never hear the end of it if any of my buddies found out but…I have a… thing… for you.”

            A short breathy chuckle leaves you. What were you hearing? “What, like a, like a crush?”

            “Yeah.” He nods, laughing once in astonishment at his blatant confession, “Yeah, ­­_____, I have a crush on you.”

            Blood rushes in your ears, your heart thundering, knocking out any other sounds. How the hell did you go from being a nobody to going to a party & apparently catching the attention of Rafe Cameron. It felt surreal, like you were in a movie. You were waiting for the director to call cut & for Rafe to quit his acting. But after a minute of not saying anything, you looked to him & saw the seriousness behind his eyes. Your jaw dropped.

            “You’re serious?”

            Rafe appeared taken aback by your reaction but nodded, “…Yes”

            “No, that doesn’t.” You laughed, “That doesn’t make sense, Rafe. I’m sorry but what the hell. Me? You don’t even—”

            You were abruptly stopped when you felt a pair of warm lips descend over yours. A gasp left your mouth as Rafe moved his lips over you, his hand finding the back of your neck as he held your face to his. Without your consent, you kissed him back. Your first real kiss. With Rafe Cameron, no less. He broke the kiss, his breath fanning your face as he smiled, “I’m sorry, I had to.”

            “That’s okay.” You whispered. Rafe leaned in again & you let him, his mouth moving hotly over yours. Before you knew it, you were lying on your back as he adjusted your seat to flatten. He was between your legs, the both of you still fully clothed, as his lips peppered your throat, his hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. You were enjoying yourself, still finding it unbelievable that you were making out with Rafe Cameron in his truck, but you welcomed it. You wondered what this meant for you now. Were you together? Would you go to school after the weekend & he’d hold your hand in the hallways? Would your name mean something new? What about your massive crush on Tyson? Has Rafe completely wiped the thought of him from your mind? Would they fight over you? The fantastical thoughts ran rampant through your mind.

            Fingers picked at the buttons of your jeans, forcing you to break your fantasy, confronting the one in front of you, “What are you doing?”

            “I want to fuck you.” He moaned out, his mouth returning to your own. His fingers succeeded in undoing your pants. The thought of letting Rafe have sex with you was surprisingly pleasant to think about, but you weren’t ready. Especially not here.

            “No.” You murmured, “Thank you, but no, Rafe. I’m not ready for that.”

            Suddenly he stilled above you. Even his breathing seemingly stopped. You frowned, his abrupt change making you worried. Raising a hand, you went to touch his arm, but he pushed himself off you, falling back into his seat. He huffed out, a hand gripping the steering wheel hard as he turned the key in the ignition. As he pulled back onto the road, you fumbled readjusting your clothes & moving the seat to a sit-up position.

            “I’m sorry, Rafe. I just, I wasn’t expecting that, okay.” You shared, hoping something you’d say would make up for your rejection, “Will you talk to me, please?”

            He ignored you, his lips pressed in a firm line. Through the windshield, you noticed he had pulled up in front of your house. You hesitated for the door, not wanting to leave the night on a bad note, “Rafe…”

            “Get out.” He didn’t even bother looking at you as he said it.

            “Okay…” This was all new territory to you. How did you know what to say to someone after a moment like this? You were flattered he was interested in you, & surprisingly it awakened an attraction to him from you as well, but to rush into sex just because he confessed. This wasn’t one of the amateur stories you often read online.

            Slipping out of his truck, you were relieved that you had mostly sobered up, guessing the make out session with Rafe having been a major influence in it. Before shutting his door, you turned to face him but he still wouldn’t face you, a look of rage gracing his features. You frowned but tried one last time, “See you at school?”

            “That you will.” Rafe didn’t wait for the door to close all the way before he sped off. You jumped back in shock, staring after him until his taillights disappeared.

            That night, you lied in bed, wondering if there was any other way it could’ve gone, or if maybe you should’ve just had sex with anyway. But you kept finding yourself backing your decision. It didn’t matter that one of the most popular guys in school confessed to having a crush on you, it didn’t mean that your first time having sex would be that easy to give away. You couldn’t help but wonder though that if it had been Tyson, would he have reacted the same way? You surely hoped not.

            The weekend passed by without incident & next thing you knew, you were back at school. Like every day, no one paid you any mind as you made your way to your locker. The events that took place over the weekend felt like a fever dream. You thought about it often but the more you did the more you convinced yourself it hadn’t happened. It was too unreal to have really happened. So, you ventured through the hallways, keeping to yourself like usual, unaware of the blue-eyed 16 year-old that followed behind you between classes.

            It wasn’t until classes had ended for the day that he made his presence known. You had just finished gathering your books from your locker & were going to the girls bathroom once more before the 25 minute walk home. When you finished peeing, you flushed the toilet & exited the stall. You were in the middle of washing your hands when a door slamming against a wall clanged behind you. A yelp escaped your throat as you spun around.

            Rafe Cameron stood in the girls bathroom, shutting the door behind him. A sneer graced his features as he leered at you, “You didn’t look at me once today.”

            “Rafe, what are you doing?” You pressed yourself to the counter, unsure of what he was doing. He remained where he stood, not approaching you, but you still felt suffocated by him despite being in a spacious bathroom.

            “God, you must think you’re so much better than me.” He began, his voice thick with malice, “You? Better than me? A fucking joke.”

            “I don’t think—”

            “Shut up. I’m talking.” Rafe glowered at you. You knew that if looks could kill you’d be six feet under at this point. Still. Why was he cornering you like this? You were nobody…

            “You’re nothing.” He spit, as if he was reading your mind, “A nobody walking around in the halls filled with people who will be somebodies if they’re not already. I was nice to you, took care of you, fanned your ego, made you feel special, Jesus, even faked a pathetic love-sick puppy confession, & you reject me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

            “You need to leave. Now!” You pointed at the door behind him but despite your demand, the tone of your voice was weak. You were scared, hurting, his insults knocking you down with every single punch.

            “You watch your back, _____.” Rafe threatened, “No one rejects me. Let alone a pitiful little nobody like you.”

            He walked backward, his hand on the door the bathroom, but his eyes never left yours. The same ones that had convinced you of his unexpected admiration were now gracing you with unrestrained loathing, “I’ll be seeing you.” With that, Rafe disappeared from the girls bathroom, leaving you breathing heavily as a panic attack washed over.

            For the rest of your years in high school, Rafe Cameron would make it his duty to seek you out every now & then, cornering & verbally abusing you. He hardly ever laid a hand on you, maybe holding you against a wall while he told you horrible things, but never anything more. Still. You had become a target for a monster like him. Eventually, your fantasies about catching Tyson Kearney’s eye were wiped away by fantasies of escaping those hallways, never to be in Rafe Cameron’s grasp again.

            Every day you were on edge, wondering if today he would find you & humiliate you. You never stopped looking over your shoulder, just like he told you to, & you never stopped until the day you escaped the island.

            You were never supposed to run into him again, let alone reignite that monster inside him. But you were back now, if only for the summer. You only hoped you wouldn’t run into him more. But something deep down stirred in your gut & you felt that same fear that shadowed you in high school. This wasn’t the last Rafe Cameron. He would make sure of it. That much you knew.

Part two for ya'll. Major background on reader's history with Rafe. I'm thinking there are still three to four more parts, depending.

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PART THREE (OPTION A)

PART THREE (OPTION B)

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Always You

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

PART ONE

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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SERIES MASTERLIST

            The party was in full swing. You felt out of your element. Though you were raised on the island with best of them, you never truly did fit in. Resigned to the corner of the packed room, you watched absent-mindedly as your former classmates partied around you. It was like you all were still in high school despite having graduated five years ago. It was incredibly surreal, considering. Just eight months ago you were living in the city three hours away, freshly graduated with a bachelor’s degree under your belt & living in your own apartment. You still lived there, you were just taking some time off between university & getting your career started. All for him.

            Tyson Kearney has been the most popular boy in your high school. He had also been your biggest crush. But you never let him know. What would the most popular guy in school have to do with the weird, loner girl? He had the pick of the litter, why would he have picked you? Of course, once you graduated high school, Tyson hardly every crossed your mind. He had been an adolescent crush, one that would live & die in the hallways of your high school. Yet here you were, calling yourself his girlfriend as he insisted on you coming back to your hometown to visit. You still couldn’t believe the scenario you found yourself in. You—the loneliest girl in school—attending a party with the most popular guy in school five years later. It was unimaginable. But you loved it nonetheless.

            Across the room, you watched as Tyson stood in the kitchen surrounded by friends & admirers alike. His blonde hair was kept in a low, loose bun; a few strands had slipped & brushed along the side of his face. His tanned golden skin was evident of his days spent in the sun as a surfing instructor. He had been ridiculously cute in high school, but now, five years later, he only grew to be more handsome, charming. And he was…yours. You couldn’t believe it. All it took was posting a thirst trap on your story & Tyson slid on through. Initially, it had begun strictly sexual. After explicitly flirting with each other for three months, Tyson had offered to drive to the city to see you, or rather, fuck you. You were driving each other crazy with the nudes being sent back & forth & messages that gave great detail as to what you each wanted to do to the other. Boy, did he come through.

            You had had plenty of sex & had a number of sexual partners since moving away from the island, but never had any of those encounters been as gratifying as sex with Tyson Kearney surprised you to be. Before you knew it, Tyson & you were making plans left & right for him to come see you in the city to roll around in your sheets. You were in absolute bliss. And shock. Even now, you still found yourself in disbelief that you & Tyson were together. Eventually the amazing sex had led to feelings being caught & after sleeping together for three months, you confessed to Tyson that you wanted more. To your surprise, he felt the same.

            So, here you were, back in your home town for the summer, at a mansion party—like the ones you never got invited to in high school—watching your boyfriend make a group of people laugh as he stood in the center of them. The second you walked through the front door this evening, you had easily resorted to being the quiet loner girl that you knew yourself to be in high school, but you didn’t mind. At the age of 23, the things that bothered you about yourself in high school didn’t hit the same now. You enjoyed your solitude. You enjoyed even more watching someone who you could potentially love one day, be the exact opposite of you & not feel any discomfort. You were happy with him.

            The red solo cup in your hand felt light though. You glanced down, surveying that you had only a few sips left of the cheap beer. Tossing the rest back, you threw it in a nearby trash before making a break for the nearest exit. You were craving a smoke—a habit you picked up in high school on the days when you had no one to talk to. Cigarettes always listened. Before you slid out the back door, you felt Tyson’s stare & glanced over your shoulder. He raised his brows in concern but you smiled, shaking your head once, letting him know you were okay. He smirked that half-smile of his you adored then slipped out.

            Summer nights on the east coast were, without a doubt, the best. You loved the city, & couldn’t ever imagine moving back to the island, but these summer nights sure made you feel at peace mixed with a tinge of nostalgia. Descending the stairs from the back patio, you reached the bottom & made your way toward the ocean. Once on the beach, you could still hear the party happening behind you. You took a moment to be grateful for being at a party with Tyson—something you often fantasized about in high school—then pulled out your pack of smokes. You’d always need your moments to yourself though, no matter who you were with or where you were, your alone time mattered.

            The drags of the nicotine calmed the nerves that had built up steadily throughout the evening. Sure, you were unbothered being at a party surrounded by your former peers, but still, the social anxiety you never outgrew. The sun had set not long ago, so the sky was still a soft blue but it’d be dark in no time. You resolved you’d stay out on the beach till then. Just a little time to yourself.

            After snuffing out your second cigarette, you heard the sound of footfalls behind you. A small smile graced your lips, knowing Tyson would come looking for you eventually. He continued to surprise you in your newfound relationship. You couldn’t separate your idealized version of Tyson from high school to the Tyson you were dating now. It’s why you often found yourself referring to him with both his first & last name, like he was a celebrity or household name. On the island, he surely was. But as you two grew closer, you learned he too needed moments of peace when surrounded by friends. It pleased you that he would follow you out, choosing you over his small island fame.

            “Got a smoke I can bum?” The footfalls stopped beside you & were followed by a voice that did not belong to Tyson. Craning your head upwards, you followed the length of the guy before to his face. For a moment you didn’t recognize him, other than of course that he was clearly a Kook like the rest of em. His narrowed blue eyes peered into your own. Dropping your gaze, you fingered a cigarette out of your pack before raising for him to take. You felt uncomfortable. You weren’t sure why. Of course, you could’ve guessed it was because it was a stranger & never did well with new people but there was something else, something more that you couldn’t place your finger on.

            “A light?” He asked further. Leaning slightly back, your heels digging into the sand to find your center balance, you dug out your matchbook from your skirt pocket. Handing it to him, you didn’t miss the judgment in his raised brows as he slipped the matches from your fingers. The feel of his skin against yours made your body erupt with goosebumps. The dirty blonde struck a match, bringing the light to the end of the cigarette. The fire cast a focused light across his features. As he inhaled deeply, the cherry end burning bright, his eyes fell to yours. Your lips parted. You remembered him. How could you forget?

            “You were always so desperate to be different from the rest of us.” Rafe spoke down to you as he dropped the matches into your lap. Ignoring his comment, knowing he was looking to get under your skin, you raised to your feet, brushing the sand off your skirt. You went to pass him when he stepped in your way. “What? No ‘hey Rafe, been a while. Lookin’ good, great party, thanks for the invite.”

            “I didn’t know it was your party or else I wouldn’t have come.”

            Rafe exhaled, a cloud of smoke appearing before a knowing smirk, “We both know that’s bullshit. Why you’re Tyson Kearney’s girl. Anywhere he goes, you go.”

            “Whatever.” You murmur, tucking your hands into your denim jacket, “Move.”

            Rafe took another drag, his eyes trailing the length of you. You felt yourself shifting under his unwavering gaze. You hated the way he looked at you, the way he always looked at you. While high school had passed by relatively smooth thanks to your anonymity, there had always been one person that would go out of his way to notice you. Rafe Cameron was the main cause behind any unhappy memories from your time in those hallways. There weren’t many; it wasn’t like he would seek you out every day, but at least a few times a year would he find a way to corner & humiliate you.

            Despite his unwelcome attention though, he never did it in front of others. It was like he saved his torture of you solely for himself. Perhaps if others could have seen how cruel he could be they would’ve said something but would they have? You didn’t think as much. He was the Kook King of the island, after all. He was also your boyfriend’s former best friend. The two of them were tight as hell in high school, hardly ever separated, except for when Rafe would seek you out. But after high school, the two grew apart. At least that’s what Tyson told you. Tyson was ready to grow up but Rafe only wanted to party. You could see now that that hadn’t changed much in the five years since you last saw him.

            “Does Tyson know? Is that why you wouldn’t have come?” Rafe questions, smoke spilling from his lips as he asked. You knew what he was referring to. Your stomach churned at the thought, having wiped your memory clean of that night. Until now.

            You never told Tyson about Rafe’s secret harassment of you in high school. You hadn’t seen the point. Maybe if he & Rafe were still friends when you two started dating you would’ve said something but that hadn’t been the case. Yet here you are. Part of you knew though that even if they were friends like they had been before the likelihood of you telling him was still low. You didn’t want anyone to know about it. Your crush on Tyson, your loneliness, Rafe’s torture…it all died in the hallways the second you graduated. You didn’t want to remember.

            “He doesn’t.” Rafe stepped forward, intentionally blowing smoke in your face. You wouldn’t give him what he was looking for. You weren’t the same girl he picked on. Standing your ground, you glared hotly at him, “I’m not scared of you anymore, Cameron. So this intimidation tactic you’re going for isn’t going to work. Grow up.”

            Shouldering him out of your way, you heard as Rafe laughed softly behind you. But he let you leave. Exhaling heavily, you released the tension that had built up in your muscles. Smiling to yourself, you were proud that you had done that. Rafe Cameron had another thing coming if he thought you were going to sit there & take it like you had years prior. Climbing the stairs back to the mansion, you slid open the door & began your search for Tyson. It was time he knew the secret you had kept hidden for so long.

            A couple hours had passed since you returned to the party. It was a little past midnight & Tyson was well beyond drunk. His skin was flushed & his laugh was boisterous. You had yet to tell him about your encounter with Rafe, let alone your history with him. But you didn’t mind. As long as you were with him Rafe wouldn’t come for you. It’s not that you thought he would but you feared he’d be intrigued by your change, your growth. Rafe, as far as you knew, like to exert his energy on the weak. You refused to be weak again. You weren’t the sad 17 year old anymore. Tyson was seated next to you on a couch, his hand resting on your thigh, as he was deep in conversation with two other people. You recognized them as people in Tyson’s circle but haven’t had much chance to get to know them on a more personal level.

            “There she is!” A voice hollered out, drawing the attention of almost everyone in the room despite the music being louder than hell. Much to your distaste, the shout had came from the host himself. Rafe grinned devilishly as a girl appeared before him. He pulled into his chest, hugging her. Her back was to you so you didn’t know who she was, but if she was this comfortable with Rafe Cameron you didn’t trust she was someone you’d like anyway. Rafe kissed the top of her head, his eyes briefly contacting yours. A jolt of electricity shot through you. The moment was short-lived. His eyes were already returned to the girl he had just been hugging. You watched in reluctant curiosity as he leaned down to whisper something in the girls ear. Then his eyes found yours again before falling to Tyson.

            You were beginning to question what the hell he was up to when the girl turned around. It felt like a punch to the gut when she turned around. Like Rafe, you had forgotten about her, too. Bridgette Hayworth. The most popular girl in school. & Tyson’s ex-girlfriend. Her gray eyes hardly skimmed you before they landed on your boyfriend. Instinct had your hand falling to his that held your thigh, gripping it tightly. The action drew his attention. In your peripheral, you felt Tyson look at you. But he must’ve seen the look of discomfort on your face as he followed your line of sight until falling onto Bridgette.

            Of course she remained beautiful. Five years later & she was glowing. Her long dark hair had become shinier & her skin softer looking. She knew what she looked like & she took great pride in it. She wasn’t considered a mean girl in school but she wasn’t considered nice either. If anything, she simply decided if you were worth her time & if you weren’t then you were just ignored. But still. Her decision to resign a majority of the student body to not being good enough for her left quite a sting among your classmates.

            “Bridgette.” Tyson’s voice flattens at her presence. From what you knew, the two of them had only split a couple months before you & him started talking. Even worse, it wasn’t him who did the dumping. Sure, he was with you now, & even now you could tell he wanted nothing to do with his ex as she strode across the room towards the two of you, but still. She had dumped him. Almost seven years down the drain. He had been in love with her, positive he was the one, he told you as such. But he had also made it clear that he wanted you, only you. Yet there you were, sitting uncomfortably as your boyfriend’s ex approached him.

            “Tyson!” Bridgette bent at the waist to wrap her arms around Tysons shoulder in an awkward hug. Tyson seemingly sobered up instantly. To your annoyance, Tyson let go of your thigh but the feeling was quickly squashed as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder to push her away, “What the hell are you doing?”

            Bridgette feigned hurt, her lower lip slightly puckering at his response, “It’s just a friendly hug.”

            Tyson sighed exasperated at her, standing to his full height. Turning his back on her, you contained your smile as he focused his attention on you, holding out his hand, “Let’s get outta here.”

            Placing your hand in his, you nodded once, “Lead the way.”

            The two of you barely made it to the top of the stairs when Bridgette called after Tyson, “Wait, Tyson. Please. Just give me five minutes.” Tyson paused the two of you. You gripped his hand tightly, watching as an onslaught of emotions flashed through his eyes. He turned to look Bridgette in the eye, “You said everything you needed to say a year ago, B.”

            The nickname, which you imaged to have been used affectionately in the past, was filled with ache as he said it. “There’s nothing more to say.”

            “Yes, there is.” She challenged, stepping forward to place her hand on his forearm, completely ignoring your existence, “I just want to apologize. That’s all. I promise. Tyson…” Her eyes grew wet. You couldn’t help when your lips parted in shock. She’s really pulling all the stops to get her way. Part of you wanted to yank on Tyson, or even leave yourself knowing he’d follow right behind you if you lead, but would she give up? You knew she wouldn’t. Knowing you may regret it, especially since her arrival was likely due to the workings of one Rafe Cameron, you let go of Tyson’s hand, instead placing it on his lower back.

            “Go ahead.” You say softly, forcing Tyson to glance down at you in confusion, “What?”

            “She’s not gonna let it go.” You intended to say it so only he could hear you but she was standing too close. You felt her eyes glare at you but ignored it, instead focusing on your boyfriend. “Just talk to her. I can wait. Five minutes, okay?”

            Tyson searched your eyes, like he was pleading for you to change your mind, but you didn’t want to play whatever game it was Rafe was masterminding. Besides, in the end, this may be good for Tyson to get some closure from Bridgette. “You’re sure?”

            “No.” You said half-heartedly, “But I still think you should hear her out.”

            Tyson’s eyes fell to floor. You felt unnerved as you watched the resolve come over him. He nodded once, eyes meeting yours, “Five minutes.” Reaching into his board shorts pocket, he handed you the keys to his truck, “I’ll be out shortly.”

            Biting your lip, you watched as Tyson lead Bridgette to the sliding back door. Once they disappeared from sight, it was only then that you noticed that everyone in the room had watched the whole interaction. Suddenly incredibly uncomfortable, much more than you had been only moments before, you spun on your heel & descended the wooden staircase. Shoving open the front door to the massive beach house, you sped walk away from the property, walking alongside the lengthy driveway until you reached Tyson’s truck.

            Throwing open the driver side door, you hopped in, thrusting the key in the ignition, revving up the engine. As the headlights beamed, you gasped in shock as a figure stood before the truck. Rafe Cameron stood casually, his hands in his pockets as he smirked knowingly at you, “Running away again?”

            A sudden fit of rage flooded through you at the sight of Rafe standing before you. You were almost tempting to shift the gear into drive & run him over but held back. Pressing your lips together, you found yourself throwing back open the driver’s side door, marching up to the smug Kook shithead.

            “What the hell is your game plan?” You raise your voice as your approach him, “Huh? What’s your problem?” You shoved him & felt victorious as he stumbled slightly, apparently not expecting you to use physical force. But after all the shit he put you through in school, this little amount is well-deserved.

            “I figured a happy reunion was owed.” Rafe responded arrogantly, “First, me & you. Then Tyson & Bridge. Happy faces all around.”

            “You’re pathetic.” You spit, crossing your arms against your chest, “The only one smiling here is you.”

            Rafe half smiled, his eyes contemplating your words, “I suppose you’re right. But I guess it’s only my smile that matters.”

            “Why?” When he doesn’t respond, only trailing his eyes over you, you felt your skin crawling, causing you great frustration, “Why, Rafe?”

            “Ahh, it’s been so long.” Rafe licks his lips. “Say it again.” He’s no longer smiling but his lips are parted, eyes hooded as he peers at you, like a predator that just set its sight on its prey. You know the look well. One that often appeared before he struck. Inhaling sharply, your instincts from years ago kicked in & you rotated as fast as you could, aiming for the driver’s side door. But before you could confine yourself to the safety of a door lock, you felt a hand in the back of your hair.

            Rafe used his body to maneuver you against the side of the truck, his hand never leaving your hair. The steel of the truck dug into your spine & you hissed, trying to find relief. Your hands were grasping the single one of Rafe’s that held your hair, trying to get him to loosen his grip but with no luck.  His other hand harshly gripped your chin, forcing your face upwards so he could stare down at you.

            “What the hell do you want, Rafe?” You squeaked out when he dug his fingers into your cheeks.

            “You,” He said your name, & closed his eyes momentarily, like he was savoring the taste of it on his tongue. When his eyes opened, the determination you saw behind his deep blue’s made you squirm. God, you couldn’t believe you were reliving your high school horror. Rafe pressed his body against yours & you felt your eyes blur from tears that were beginning to collect.

            “Always you.”

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Heyyo, this is the beginning of a mini series I had a sudden inspiration for. I imagine it to be maybe four or five parts. Hopefully I'll be able to update this series most regularly as a lot of my creative thoughts are surrounding it currently (but no promises).

I'm going to focusing on The Thorne next. But let me know what you think so far, please. Any & all feedback tends to kick my ass into gear better. Like, comment, reblog, ect. Talk to me. I love to hear it.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this first part so far. More to come!

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PART TWO

#good stuff #highly recommend #this fic is amazing #i'm reblogging the whole series #everyone who enjoys a well written well plotted story with a very dark rafe needs to read this #this is absolutely intense