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Learning to Love Epilogue
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x FemReader!PlusSize
Warnings: 18+, langauge, angst, fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, fake relationship, eventual smut, minor enemies to lovers trope.
Summary: It's not uncommon for you to be shamed for your size, it is however uncommon to be told that no one would ever date you because of it. Rafe on the other hand is used to being called a jerk, that is until he is accused of seeing people for only what's on the surface. It's purely coicidental you two meet right after these accusations are thrown your way. So even though you two don't know each other, and probably never would've looked the others way before this, now you're both going to prove a point. It's simple really, prove others wrong and don't fall in love. Easier said than done.
word count: 3k
Part 10 â
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Rafe wasnât sure what to do. Now knowing you had overheard some of his conversation he knew how bad it looked. He was prepared to fix it, thing was he needed to come up with a plan. He was tired of dancing around you, never truly saying what he actually meant. This time he was going to prove to you that he wanted you and no one else. He wanted you exactly the way you were. The only problem was how do you convince a girl sheâs worth it when sheâs spent her whole life thinking sheâs not? So Rafe was going to take his time because he was prepared to spend the rest of his time with you. That was until Mila sent him a new text.
Mila
A wave a sickness quickly washed over him at his desk, hand tightly gripping his phone as panic slowly replaced that sickness. The idea of you on a date made him want to kill whoever the hell the guy was and he had a feeling he knew exactly who it was. Slamming his phone down he dialed the pager on his desk phone to his assistant Kaitlyn.
âYes Mr. Cameronâ she answered almost instantaneously. After all of this he needed to remember to give her a raise.
âGet me AJ, nowâ and Kaitlyn scrambled out an okay while Rafe tried his best not to seethe at the thought of you trying to erase him completely. Itâs only ten minutes later when AJ walks through his office door.
âKaitlyn said you needed meâ the smile on her face suggests sheâs assuming some kind of hookup but when she spots his angry face she realizes fairly quickly this is not the case.
âYou have a Tanner that works for you down thereâ Rafe nods his chin down to where AJâs marketing floor lies.
âYeah, Tanner Mason. Heâs one of my bestâ she says fondly of her workers and Rafe nods as he processes his thoughts.
âYeah, well today heâs just too good. I need you to up his work load, enough paperwork he wonât be getting home until midnight tonight. I donât even care if you have to send someone home to do itâ AJ quickly furrows her eyebrows, confused at what was going on.
âI donât understandâ she says, confused why Rafe who should have no clue who this worker is, is suddenly targeting him.
âTanner has decided to ask my girl on a date, one he thinks heâs attending tonight, Iâm going to make sure that doesnât happenâ AJ wears a surprised look, realizing how serious he is right now.
âWhy would she even be going out with him if sheâs dating you?â AJ instantly questions, looking to place blame on her but Rafe just sighs.
âShe dumped me and didnât even say why. So Iâm going to get her back. Whatever means necessaryâ the shocked face that crossed AJâs features doesnât surprise Rafe, yet he doesnât back down.
âI guess I can send Emmet home, tell Tanner heâs sick and I need a completed ad by the end of the dayâ AJ finally says after a beat and Rafe smiles a sly grin.
âYouâre the best AJâ he says and AJ rolls her eyes as she begins to stand up.
âYouâre lucky weâve been friends so long and Iâm partial to you actually being in love. Believe it or not but there was a point in time I didnât think you were capable. Itâs nice to see you care so deeply about someoneâ and Rafe knows sheâs referring to him never reciprocating her feelings during their time together. He would feel guilty but after all of this he knows now you canât help who you fall in love with, youâre just along for the ride.
âIt feels niceâ he tells her and she lets out a chuckle before heading towards the door.
âYou owe me, and I want to be front row at the weddingâ she tells him and the blush that crosses his cheeks surprises her.
âAnything you wantâ and she accepts this answer before leaving the office and towards Emmetâs. She wouldâve sent him home even if Rafe gave her no reason. Everything Rafe did had a purpose.
Rafe now content with the start of his plan being set in motion glances at the picture of you on his desk. The selfie you had taken in his lap that day you were here. He knows now heâs never going to move it, loving having your smiling face looking back at him. He was determined to have you smile at him like that again so he finally responds to Milaâs text.
Mila
Rafe didnât care that she called him out on his behavior. He used to be a very different type of insane and she should be glad that this was the only crazy thing he was willing to do these days. You had changed him for the better and he wasnât going to lose you now. He needed it to at least be real. To know that sleeping with you made it official and not some way of using you. He wanted you the way you were forever and he was willing to go back to his old ways to make it happen.
âHeâs not answering meâ you groan to Mila on the couch. You had been dressed for your date for the last hour, waiting for Tanner to pick you up but so far it hadnât been done.
âMaybe he got caught up at work, I mean you know the bossâ Mila snorts out and sheâs glad her acting is good enough that you canât tell sheâs internally panicking. Rafe had her delete Tanners message, one where he informed you he got stuck at work and would have his phone off the rest of the day. Youâre oblivious and Mila is praying this plan doesnât blow up in her face.
âThatâs not funnyâ you tell her with a pout but before Mila could say anything the doorbell rang. You nervously scrambled to answer it only to be met with an older gentleman and a limo in the street behind him.
âHello Miss, Tanner is running a bit late so heâs asked me to escort you to the restaurant. Are you all set to go?â the formality shocks you and Mila realizes fairly quickly Tanner wasnât the one who sent this limo at all. In defense of her best friend she should stop her but even Mila knew Rafe wouldnât have planned all of this without purpose.
âDamn, a limo! Can I tag along just to ride?â Mila asks and the chauffeur just smiles at her, told to comply with any requests.
âCould she please?â you ask the man and he nods quickly.
âOf course, what fun is a limo without guestsâ he says before stepping out the way and gesturing in the direction of it.
âThank you!â you say before grabbing Milaâs hand and rushing her to the limo. You had been full blown panicking now, not having gone on a real date in ages. Now it was even more intimidating riding in a limo there.
âGod, drink some champagne and chillâ Mila says when she spots your nervous behavior in the back of the limo. She was already on her second glass.
âI am chillâ you defend as she hands you a glass that you have down in two full gulps.
âYeah rightâ she mutters as you hold out the glass, awaiting her to pour more. She obeys and doesnât say anything more as she lets you drink in peace and sits beside you in support.
Itâs not long until the limousine pulls up in front of one of the most beautiful restaurants you had ever seen. Never would you have guessed a marketing job would provide such big bucks like this, yet you donât complain. All you do is glance at Mila who has now ditched the glass to drink champagne straight from the bottle. She smiles and gives you a thumbs up which is all the confidence you need to leave the car when the chauffeur opens the door.
âThank youâŠâ you trail off, realizing you donât know his name as he releases your hand from helping you out the vehicle.
âHaroldâ he tells you and you smile softly.
âThank you Harold, sorry you have to deal with her aloneâ you gesture back to the car with a chuckle.
âI heard that!â Mila calls from inside and Harold lightly laughs with you.
âTanner should be here soon, just tell the hostess you have a reservation under Tanner Masonâ he informs you and you nod, filled with nerves because you didnât even know his last name was Mason until now. You suppose thatâs the whole point of going on this date though, getting to know each other. So you walk into the restaurant anyways and do as told where a hostess leads you to a private booth, jazz music playing over the chatter of people, and candles lighting up the dim table.
âSorry Iâm lateâ a smile crosses your face before you even register that it wasnât Tannerâs voice. Rafe notices how quickly the smile vanishes as he slides into the spot where Tanner is supposed to be.
âWhy are you here?â you glare, not in any mood for a stunt of his tonight. You were moving on, trying things you never had before. You didnât need him here and messing it up.
âTanner got caught up at work, something about a coworker being sick and a deadline to meet by tonightâ Rafe says this sentence so naturally but you know he has something to do with it. Tanner would have never planned a date let alone not contacted you about it, yet you suppose Rafe had something to do with that too.
âSo what? you thought youâd just come and fill in. Take his place for the night?â you scoff, arms crossing over your chest and immediately thinking of ways to get out of this restaurant.
âTry forever. You shouldnât be with him Y/N! You should be with meâ he groans out, hands fisting the table cloth in front of you both.
âThatâs never going to happenâ you say with the shake of your head, trying to look anywhere but him.
âWhy? We spent that night together, I thought it was finally real. That you would finally let me love you and instead you blocked me on everything!â he countered and as much as hearing that he wanted you that didnât change fact.
âReally Rafe, me too! Which is why I came by your office as soon as I could just to hear you talking with AJ about your current sex life. How shocked she was to hear youâd sleep with me at the same time as her. Luckily I left just as I heard you start talking about not being attracted to big girlsâ Rafe instantly goes back to that conversation in his head, realizing AJ had used present tense when talking with him.
âI havenât slept with AJ in over two years. I cross my heart, I havenât even been with anyone the entirety of the time we spent together. You have to believe meâ he begs, needing you to know it wasnât true. He was desperate for you to know it was true.
âEven if thatâs true Rafe, I canât be with someone who isnât attracted to me. I get that Iâm no beauty standard and I understand my body isnât the healthiest but I deserve to be loved for all the things that make me, me. That includes being overweightâ you say, fighting the tears that burn at the back of your eyes. You didnât want to cry over him anymore. It wasnât worth it.
âYou donât understand Y/N, you walked away before I could finish that day. I was saying I had never been attracted to big girls before and up until now I didnât know why. Youâre so beautiful, I love everything about you. I love the way your hair always falls in your face and how when you laugh to loudly you cover your mouth with your hands. Beauty isnât a standard, itâs just in the eye of the beholder. Anyone is beautiful when you love them and baby I love you more than you know. I love you so much that youâre the most beautiful girl in the world to me. As long as I have you, no other girl in the world mattersâ and the tears break free in full force, shock painting your features as Rafeâs words resonate with you. You want to believe heâs lying but what reasoning would he have? Based on his own tears in his eyes you realize that Rafe is telling you the whole truth for maybe the first time in the entirety of your relationship with him.
âYou love me, exactly the way I am?â you canât help but ask and Rafe chuckles, reaching long arms across the table to brush away your tears.
âI do, I love you more than anything and no matter what happens I always willâ he says, sincerity cracking his voice and finally a smile appears on your face, chuckling through the tears.
âWell how in the hell did that happen?â you ask, the backs of your hands wiping the tears from your face while Rafe laughs at your words.
âI donât know, guess itâs got something to do with this really cool girl I met in a barâ Rafe says and finally you stand from your side of the booth, rushing over to his own where he happily accepts you into his arms.
âYou promise itâs real, everything?â you ask and Rafe smiles, a hand reaching and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
âIt always wasâ he tells you and thatâs enough for you to lock your lips against his own. He kisses you like he canât possible get enough, tongue sliding past your lips as your hands toy with his hair at the nape of his neck. He is everything you ever wanted and for the first time you deserved.
âI canât believe you hijacked my date to get me to talk to youâ you say when you finally break apart, heavy breaths falling past your lips from how deeply he was kissing you.
âI had to do something, you blocked me on everything with no explanationâ he says with a bewildered look and you canât help but laugh before pulling his lips to your own and kissing him again.
âI needed something effective to get you out of my systemâ you tell him and he grins, squeezing you tightly against him and in no hurry to let you go.
âYou remember when we first hung out and I asked you if you had ever been in love before?â he asks you gently after a moment and you nod, softly leaning against him.
âYeah and I told you Iâd like to think I was but I wasnât sureâ you respond, remembering that day in his apartment so clearly. How much fun you had ended up having while hanging out with him.
âI only asked because I had realized Iâd never been in love before, but now if someone asks me I can confidently say yesâ he says with a grin and you can only giggle at the handsome boy in front of you.
âWhen did Rafe Cameron become such a sap?â you asked, knowing youâd seen every side of Rafe other than this.
âIâm only a sap for you so donât go telling anyoneâ he tells you and for a single moment youâre the happiest youâve ever been in the arms of the man you love. Rafe was your first and hopefully only love and you couldnât wait to spend the rest of your life getting to know him even more.
âWho wouldâve thought a fake date would teach me how to love someoneâ you say to him and Rafe grins.
âIs that you finally saying you love me back, because I definitely have you beat on confessions tonightâ he teases and you laugh loudly, hand covering your mouth which Rafe removes as he grins back at you.
âI love you Rafe Cameron, bad boy persona and allâ you say and he pecks a sweet kiss to your lips.
âLearning to love, who wouldâve thought itâd be meâ he says referring to the journey you both had been on, going from loners to two people in love with each other.
âI sure as hell didnâtâ you say and Rafe smiles just as the wine he had called ahead and ordered arrived to the table.
âThis wasnât Tanners date at all was it?â you ask and Rafe only grins, not embarrassed by his actions at all.
âNope, this is all me. He texted and cancelled while you were in the shower and I had Mila delete itâ he admits and you gasp, lightly smacking his arm as he goes to set a wine glass in front of you.
âYou two are deviousâ you say and he shrugs, arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulls you close and sips from his glass of wine.
âDevious but successfulâ he tells you and you shake your head before laying it on his shoulder.
âYouâre lucky I love you bothâ you tell him and he smiles, lips pressing a soft kiss against your forehead.
âYeah, we definitely areâ
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a/n: and thatâs a wrap. thank you so much everyone for coming with me on this journey and I hope you fell in love with their story as much as I did. clearly Rafe and the reader have a beautiful future ahead of them, no longer lost in the world. as for you my dear and loyal readers I wish this for all of you, not only find love but learning how to đ€
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NOOOOOOOOOOOO howww?!!!
Learning to Love Part 9
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x FemReader!PlusSize
Warnings: 18+, langauge, angst, fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, fake relationship, eventual smut, minor enemies to lovers trope.
Summary: It's not uncommon for you to be shamed for your size, it is however uncommon to be told that no one would ever date you because of it. Rafe on the other hand is used to being called a jerk, that is until he is accused of seeing people for only what's on the surface. It's purely coicidental you two meet right after these accusations are thrown your way. So even though you two don't know each other, and probably never would've looked the others way before this, now you're both going to prove a point. It's simple really, prove others wrong and don't fall in love. Easier said than done.
word count: 2.3k
Part 8 ââ Part 10
Masterlist
Youâre not entirely sure where you are when consciousness reaches you. All you know is your head is pounding, thereâs a hand around your waist, and your phone is louder than it has ever been. Blindly reaching for it you find the object vibrating against the night stand before grabbing it and pulling it to your ear.
âHello?â you groan out, your voice sounding too loud even.
âWhere are you? The bar is opening in twenty minutes and Randy has the day off. Itâs a Sunday, I cannot work this shift without youâ Milaâs words sober you up in an instant and you shoot up in the bed, the hand on your waist falling off.
âShit, okay Iâm on my wayâ you tell her before hanging up. Thatâs when you realize youâre naked. Bare as the day you were born and it has your head swiveling to spot the just as naked man beside you.
âFuckâ you whisper out and quickly rush to grab your things. Rafe doesnât even flinch which proves he was just as drunk as you. Only bits and pieces of the night was still there but if you had to guess, you had sex with Rafe.
You stumble into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door before turning the shower on. You look like hangover and smell like sex, and were definitely going to be late for work. So you shower in record time, using majority of the tiny shampoo and conditioner the hotel provided. You accept your hair will be a mess when the comb provided barely pulls through your wet hair. Itâs then you realize you have to pull your dress on from last night and embark on the walk of shame once again.
âRafe, I have to goâ you poke the boy after youâre dressed. Heâs laid in bed but he doesnât even react to your touch. Shoving him a few more times you plead. âIâm going to be late for workâ
A low groan came from his mouth before rolling over and revealing his bare ass to you. You gasp out and turn away, accepting he wasnât going to be moving anytime soon. So you grab your purse and order the uber you remember wanting last night. Once in the lobby you see your ride already waiting and rush to it before people can recognize youâre wearing what you had on the night before.
Sighing itâs not long until you pull up to the bar that is just about to open for lunch hours. Before any customers can arrive you rush in to find Mila working feverishly behind the bar to set up todayâs workload. She barely realizes youâre there until you step behind the bar and go to enter the kitchen and find your office.
âMaybe we should start packing overnight bags for work partiesâ she teases and you rolls your eyes, in search of coffee and food.
âWhatâs the fun in that?â you tell her before slipping into the kitchen and ignoring the looks your employees gave you. Once locked in your office you find the spare set of work clothes packed away and quickly change. When you swing your door back open, Eddie the head chef is standing in front of it with coffee and a bagel.
âYou might need thisâ he says and you take it with a smile, thanking him, even though you are now morbidly embarrassed for doing the walk of shame in front of people you had to lead.
âGonna tell me about last night?â Mila asks once youâre back behind the bar, a quarter of the bagel already stuffed in your mouth.
âIf I can remember it, sureâ and she gasps at you and thatâs when youâre hit with the memory of the elevator ride. Rafeâs hands on your hips and how he had squeezed your ass. Mila watches as realization crosses your face. âOh Godâ
âOkay, now you have to tell meâ she says and more floods back, him pulling you into the room. How he had undressed you and how good his hands and mouth had felt all over you. How you had pulled his pants down so eagerly. How he had his head inbetween your legs.
âDamnit, we had sexâ and Mila doesnât understand your disappointment before letting out a squeal and jumping up and down like a school girl.
âThis is so great!â she squeaks, coming to squeeze your arms but then she catches the forlorn look painted on your face.
âMila I barely remember it and on top of that what if he didnât like it and I was too drunk to noticeâ you pout and she rolls her eyes before crossing her arms.
âOf course he liked it, I mean what did he say this morningâ and you give her a sheepish look that has her gasping out loud.
âYou snuck out on him!â she gives your arm a quick whack and you yelp before holding where she hit you.
âIt wasnât like that, you called freaking out and I couldnât get him to wake up. I was already running late so I just called an uber and sent him a text explaining whyâ Mila was burying her face in her hands and groaning at her silly best friend. She didnât care if she was late if it meant her best friend was finally comfortable enough to be with another man.
âThat donât matter, you snuck out after he slept with you. Now he thinks you regret itâ Mila tells you and the realization dawns on you. You did sneak out like he was just some one night stand which is so not true.
âFuckâ you groan before leaning on the counter and dropping your head into your arms. You had been in love with Rafe this entire time and you always thought heâd be the one to screw it up. Not you.
âListen, donât lose all hope. Iâll see if Randy can come in and you just go and see himâ Mila says as she pulls out her phone to already text Randy and beg him to come in on his day off. He would more than likely say yes, Mila had that kind of effect on people.
âI donât know what to say to him. Hey glad we slept together, donât take me sneaking out as I didnât like itâ you wished more than anything that you could tell her the truth right now. That it was never real, the relationship was fake and you were the one stupid enough to catch feelings and sleep with the guy. Any chance of keeping him for real was now long gone.
âNo, just say you didnât want to leave but had an emergency here. Once everything was covered you made sure to come back and see himâ she says setting a reassuring hand on your back and you sigh.
âI donât know why I just donât think sometimesâ you groan and she presses her lips together as she gives you a quick hug.
âItâs new to you, trusting someone like that. Just explain that to himâ she says and you can only smile at your dearest friend, the one who has always been there for you. Loved you no matter your size.
âThanks Milaâ you tell her and she grins, squeezing you closer, and for once you realize that even if Rafe does break your heart at least you have the best friend in the world to help pick up the pieces.
It takes Randy only an hour to get to your shift and by then youâre in full panic mode. Rafe still hadnât texted you back and to you that was a sign that he was mad. Whether it was about you sneaking out or the fact he slept with you, you werenât sure. It was scary either way. Which is why you rush into his condo entrance in a rush.
âMiss Y/N, so glad to see youâ the doorman Robert says to you. Rafe had made sure he knew who you were so youâd have no issues getting to his floor.
âYeah you too Robert, hey do you know if Rafe is home?â you ask, a bit panicked, and knowing your eyes darting around the lobby made it look like something bad happened.
âIâm sorry hun but I havenât seen him, figured he had a rough night at that party. Thatâs how it usually goesâ he says and you somehow manage to crack a smile.
âThatâs true, thanks Robertâ you tell him and he nods as you rush back out of the condo complex and back to Milaâs car that she let you borrow. You know Rafe wasnât still at the hotel, that wasnât his style. So you set off in the direction of his work, knowing only he would find time to finish work on a Sunday.
Getting into Rafeâs building is much more difficult than the condo. Yet thankfully the woman at the front desk recognizes you and you assume only for being shocked to see you with Rafe in the first place. By the time youâre in the elevator youâre freaking out, unsure of what to say to him as you reach his now empty work floor. Heading towards his office you see his office has the door cracked open. Yet before you push it fully open, a familiar voice stops you.
âCanât believe youâre still with that girlâ you freeze against the door, heart thumping wildly. You lean forward to see those perfect long legs crossed and revealing too much thigh in the tight pencil skirt. If the voice wasnât a dead giveaway, the blond hair sure as hell was. AJ.
âCome on AJ, sheâs a sweet girl. You gotta know that by nowâ Rafeâs familiar voice envelopes you and your heart instantly slows. Itâs in this moment you realize it wasnât the alcohol that convinced you to trust him last night. You already did. He knew you, and you werenât afraid anymore to let him see that.
âWell of course I do Rafe, that doesnât change the fact sheâs a big girlâ yes you had judged AJ for her looks, because she was perfect. Yet with how nice she had been to you, you didnât expect this.
âWell obviously AJ, she is a big girl but sheâs got a big heart to match. Itâs not always about the looksâ Rafeâs defense has you calming down but it doesnât change the fact youâre hearing a conversation you didnât want to be apart of. Hearing how he didnât find you attractive.
âBut isnât it? I mean you of all people would never date a big girl, hell based on the way you throw me around the bedroom Iâm surprised youâre even still with herâ and thereâs the kicker, the pierce in your heart. Rafe was still sleeping with AJ. This whole time. Sneaking around with the perfect skinny blonde girl just to be able to deal spending time with you.
âListen, I have never been attracted to big girls-â but you donât want to hear anymore. You donât want to hear about all the ways AJ was so much better than you and you had let Rafe sleep with you when all along he was sleeping with her. So as the silent tears stream down your face you rush away before you hear any of the vile things Rafe has to say. Thing was, you didnât hear the best part.
âBut I donât know why! I mean AJ, sheâs so beautiful. All of the time, and her laugh, it makes my heart flutter everytime. If I could make her laugh forever I would. I spent so long thinking there was this ideal standard of a girl to be with and up until now I realize that isnât true. Itâs not about looks. No one is truly beautiful until you love them for all the pieces that make them who they are. I donât think Iâve ever been in love until nowâ Rafe is grinning by the time heâs done talking and AJ chuckles.
âWell would you look at that, Rafeâs gone all softâ and Rafe is rolling his eyes at one of his oldest friends. Someone he never truly loved like that either.
âI guess thatâs just what happens when you meet the right oneâ Rafe tells her and AJ shrugs before sitting up.
âWell softie, donât work too hard. Itâs Sunday and I know thatâs the tux you wore to the party last night. Iâll see you in the morningâ AJ says as she uncrosses her legs and pushes the chair back. Rafe watches as she leaves the office and smiles with his mind still on you.
Thatâs when his phone finally buzzes to life on his desk, the charger connected to his computer finally providing power to text you back after this morning. He was a little hurt you werenât there, but it was you. He knew you had good reason. Which is true when he is met with the text you had sent him this morning. Before he can respond though, another one comes through.
âWhat the fuckâ
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I enjoyed this chapter even through the hard parts, and I love Rafeđđ
youâre on your own, kidâchapter eleven
series masterlist
pairing: Rafe Cameron x female reader
word count: 7.6k
warnings: swearing, vomiting, anxiety/panic attacks, depression, mentions of food/food monitoring, ptsd (nightmares, panic attacks) mentions of rape and sexual assault, mentions of eating disorder/throwing up, cocaine/cocaine addiction, counseling, hospitals, mentions of STDs (please let me know if I missed any!)
a/n: if this chapter seems choppy, itâs because it is. Iâm sorry. I have to start speeding stuff up or else we will never get anywhere in this series. also the moral of this chapter is that healing is not linear. also Iâm sorry for the long wait for the update, Iâve been too busy being insane. thanks for reading!
PLEASE READ: this story will contain dark topics of eating disorders, vomiting, rape, and sexual assault (not by Rafe). Please proceed with caution and do not read if these are triggering topics to you!! This fic is in no way intended to romanticize any type of sexual abuse or disordered eating.
If you are a victim of rape or sexual assault, please know that you are worthy and your feelings are valid. Please contact the following for resources and professionals who can help you:
USâNational Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673/https://www.rainn.org
UKâ Rape Crisis England and Wales https://rapecrisis.org.uk
AUSâ https://www.nasasv.org.au/support-directory
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Memorial Day weekend came and went, and like most of Rafeâs days lately, it was uneventful.
There were no parades or cookouts this year, and when Rafe wasnât dodging the calls of all his friends, he was watching Gilmore Girls on the couch with you.
Rafe made waffles on Sunday morning, and okay, they came frozen in a cardboard box and made in the toaster, but he made them nonetheless. It was the first thing you had actually requested food-wise, and Rafe was over the moon thrilled.
âI just donât understand how they can eat out everyday while living in a large house with a car as a single-income household,â Rafe exclaimed. âEven taking into account the inflation differences of twenty years, it still doesnât add up. Lorelei couldnât have been making that much working at the inn.â
You peered at him from the other side of the couch, giving him a half-smile. Rafe didnât really care about the financial inaccuracy of your favorite show, but he knew proclamation would garner him a response.
âI think weâre to assume Luke gives them most of their meals for free,â you answered.
âThat still doesnât account for all the times they order pizza, get snacks at the market, or go to Alâs.â
The smirk you gave caused him to change topics. âAnd I knew Dean was bad news. I never liked himânot even at the beginning.â
You smirked again, straightening your legs out from under you and heading toward the kitchen.
Rafe jumped up. âWhat do you need? Iâll get it.â
You shot him a sideways look. âYouâre not my servant, Rafe. Iâm just getting some water.â
He nodded, hesitantly sitting back down and watching your every move: the way you had to stretch up on your tiptoes to reach the reusable bottle you wanted and the way you flinched slightly at the sound of the ice hitting the side of the cup. It was like Rafe couldnât take his eyes off you, like if he did, youâd start slipping again, and he would do everything in his power to keep you upright.
Since Monday was a holiday, you got a break from therapy for one day. However, that didnât mean Rafe was giving you a free pass, he only moved your appointment to Tuesday, insistent that you didnât fall behind on any progress (or lack there of) you were making.
When Tuesday morning came, you sat in Rafeâs passenger seat listening to Folklore and the Long Pond sessions on the nearly two hour drive.
âDid you know I wrote about The Lakes in an English Lit essay?â
Your question surprised Rafe, but not in the way he was unaware of your Taylor Swift references in your paper on The Awakening. He didnât expect the question, or for you to speak at all for that matter. Most of your car ride chatter was initiated by him.
âI remember,â he told you. âI also remember you getting into an argument with Mr. Bradshaw over it.â
You let out the closest thing to a chuckle heâd heard in weeks. âYeah, he said he didnât understand the connection even though I clearly explained it on the third page. I just think the lazy bastard didnât read it all the way.â
âI also remember you calling him a misogynist in front of the whole class,â he admused. He saw your smirk out of the corner of his eye.
âHe was,â you defended. âHe was always harder on the women than he was on the men, because he was all buddy-buddy with most of you since he helped coach.â
Rafe never thought of it in that way, but thinking back, you were right.
âYou never saw it, though, because you were one of them,â you continued. âDidnât you notice how Sean always got As even though he didnât read a single book all year?â
It was bizarre, especially since the only subject Sean really excelled at was lunch. The only reason he got into the school was because his mother was a board member.
âI guess I never noticed,â he confessed. âBradshaw deserved it, though. He is a misogynist.â The assistant coach made one too many pointed comments about some of the hemlines for Rafeâs liking, but what was he to do about it? He was just a kid and afraid of retaliation, like any pushback would prevent him from becoming team captain or quarterback after Josh Cook graduated. Everyone else on the team either took part in his games or feared him more than Rafe.
Not you, though. You didnât care about retaliation or a bad grade on a paper, not when a blatant injustice was occurring.
Thatâs what Rafe admired most about you: how you were never afraid of doing the right thing. How youâd look fear right in the eye and tear it to shreds, bravely and beautifully all at the same time. The fire in your eyes may have dulled the last few weeks, but it was always there, and Rafe was determined to see their fiery glow again.
You and Rafe got smoothies on the way home from therapy and spent the rest of the day on the couch watching 90s sitcoms and occasionally writing in your journal. When you ate a small bowl of pasta for dinner, Rafe couldâve cried.
Wednesdayâs journey carried on the same way, except listening to Fearless and reminiscing silently about the time Rafe sang a horrible rendition of Love Story outside your bedroom window in the middle of the night.
Rafe didnât remember much of his actions from that night, but he remembers how he felt clear as day. Junior year was when he first started messing around with harder drugs, trying to find a release from Wardâs constant comparisons to Sarah and considerable responsibility with carrying the Cameron name. Getting drunk and smoking weed only helped for so long.
He knew he wanted to marry you for years then (not much has changed in the two years since that had passed), but obviously in his fuddled state he couldn't contain himself. He remembers thinking if he had to wait a second longer his heart might explode all over your front yard.
Kelce and Topper told him it was stupid, and called him a âsimpâ and âpussy-whippedâ, but he didnât care. You had to realize then how he felt, since you hadnât before, and what better way to show it than this? Taylor Swift was romantic, and showing up at your window like Rapunzel in her tower was romantic. Fitzgerald and Austen were romantic, and some of your favorite authors. Fearless was such a monumental album for you growing up (Rafe remembers The Way I Loved You blasting through the speaker of your iPod Touch in grade school) and the two of you were casted as Romeo and Juliet in sophomore year English class. It was perfectâit was fate, and everything had a special meaning only you two would understand.
When you looked down at him with your chin up, perched in your windowsill like he was nothing but a nuisance, he thought his life was over. Maybe that was a tad dramatic for a seventeen year old boy, but it was how he felt. All he ever gave you was his heart and you couldnât even spare half a look of empathy in return.
Why wonât she love me? He asked your father, rather embarrassingly, as for the next time he shook your fathers hand he squeezed a little too tight, giving the boy a look of disapproval. Rafe didnât blame him, thoughâif his daughter, who heâd given everything for, captured the attention of a rambunctious teenage heartbreaker, he wouldnât trust him either.
Your father had sighed as Rafe pleaded to him with tears in his eyes, like maybe having his blessing would change your opinion on him. Your father was the only man you were ever soft for.
Just give her time, Rafe, he told him. You know how she is. She needs to figure things out on her own. Just give her time.
You emerged from the small office with the same glimmer of hope in your eyes that had been there for the last few days. It was the faintest flicker, so small and inconsistent you might miss it if you didnât look hard enough, but it was there nonetheless. Rafe wouldnât trade that flicker for all the riches in the world.
The two of you walked across the street to a cafe Rafe had spotted driving in. You opted to stay outside on the bench while he went in and ordered, keeping an eye on you through the storefront window. He was afraid to take his eyes off you, like if he did something might happen to you again, and now heâd be even more at fault.
He watched you chew on your thumbnail as the barista helped the customer in front of him, keeping your eyes constantly moving to monitor your surroundings.
From this angle he was able to see parts of you he knew existed but hadnât seen in a while, like the freckle on the side of your neck or the scar on your elbow from when he pushed you off the jungle gym as kids. He smiled at the way you chewed on your nail, much like you did before every debate or student body president speech you gave. You never said outright that you were nervous, but he knew all your tells. The two of you may grow older, but some things never change.
Rafe stepped forward to order, paying no mind to the bell dinging on the front door as he asked for a few almond croissants and iced coffees.
The whoosh of air swirling up next to him, along with the loud sigh made him turn his head. There you were, panting quietly, fingers wiggling, standing as close to him as publicly acceptable.
He moved to the side with you as the barista made your drinks. âAre you okay?â He asked, placing his hands on your shoulders.
You swallowed but didnât answer, looking down in shame. You said you werenât ready to see anyone else today, which is why you waited outside. You must not be ready to be away from him yet either.
Though on the inside he was beaming, to finally be needed for once, he knew it was a big deal to you, so he didnât press it.
You seemed to relax now that you were near him, away from the passing cars who all seemed to be eyeing you and the stranger taking out his trash down the alley on the right.
Rafe led you back outside, drinks in hand, with his other one on the small of your back.
âSo I was thinking,â he started as you took a few steps down the sidewalk. âWe could go sit on the beach on the other side of the lot. It backs up to the offices, so I donât think anyone will be there.â
You were silentânot saying yes, but also not giving him a flat-out no before the last word even left his lips, much like every other time heâs suggested it.
You thought and thought.
The hands of his watch ticked by, waiting for your answer. âOkay.â
Rafe was rightâthere wasnât anyone on the beach behind the series of townhouses and office buildings. If it was private property, he didnât care. He was Rafe Cameron after all, and he would break a million laws to get you anywhere other than your apartment or his car.
You sat in the sand, picking the almond slices off your pastry and eating them one by one. Rafe sat close to you, your shoulders brushing every so often while neither of you said anything. It reminded him of prom senior yearâthe way the sand felt beneath his palms, the way your hair flowed in the breeze, sometimes flicking his cheek. He wondered if you remembered that night, too, but he didnât mention it.
âHow about we play a game?â He asked, licking the powdered sugar off his thumb.
You quirked your brow, urging him to go on.
âHow about we ask each other questions, and you be honest with me and Iâll be honest with you?â
You gulped. âWhat kind of questions?â
âWhatâs your favorite color?â
Your shoulders dropped, probably anticipating his question to dig much deeper into a topic you werenât ready to talk about.
You told him, then asked him the same.
âBlue,â he said. âYour turn.â
âWhatâs your favorite song right now?â
âMisery Business.â
You laughed.
âWhat? You recently reminded me how much of a banger it is.â
âIt is,â you agreed. You offered your favorite song without him having to ask.
âWhatâs your favorite book?â
You had the audacity to look offended when he told you his was East of Eden.
âJohn Steinbeck literally made two women fight over him,â you chastised.
Rafe rolled his eyes. âYou say Steinbeck and Hemingway were misogynists because they often wrote the female characters as the villains. What you donât see is that these villains are also extremely powerful.â
âYes, Iâm sure while he was writing all he could think about was how powerful this child-abandoning hooker would seem to high school boys seventy years in the future,â you argued through furrowed brows.
âYou got me there,â he laughed. âBut Cathy holds power over all the men in her lifeâAdam and her sonsâ for years. Aron dies trying to distance himself from her and Cal spends his entire life trying to be different from her. If you donât see that as power over someone, I donât know what to tell you.â
Rafe doesnât miss the tick in your jaw. âCathy commits every sin imaginable, including the ultimate sin of suicide. He doesnât respect womenâyou even see that with Curleyâs wife in Of Mice and Men. He doesnât even respect her enough to give her a name.â
Rafe continued to banter with you as you wiggled your toes in the sand, your Birkenstocks long thrown to the side. He didnât really care enough about Steinbeck or the way he wrote about women, but he did care about getting you to talk so passionately about the only thing he knew howâbooks.
Your iced coffees were finished off a while ago, the sand stuck up the edge of the cup where condensation collected. Rafe didnât mind the sand in his shoes or the sun beating down on his skin, turning it red. He was glad you were talking to him, even if it was as asinine as a game of Twenty Questions. Rafe knew most of your answers already, but you gave him a few surprises.
He also liked you knowing the details about himself, like his favorite Disney princess or his dream vacation spot. It felt intimate, like you were seeing a piece of him you'd never seen before. Maybe you didnât care to know this about him, or you were too shy to ask, but he was glad to share this piece of his heart with you.
The ride back to the island you listened to Lover, your âfeel goodâ album, and Rafe could only presume it was because you were feeling good. He smiled, keeping his hand on the gear shift, wishing that one day it would be your hand holding his while he drove.
âAnother question,â he started. âWhat are you thinking about right now?â
âUmâŠIâm thinking that, uh, today was nice,â you sputtered out after a long pause, like you had a hard time accepting a good thing.
Rafe beamed at your admittance. âMe too, honey. I had a really great time today.â
When you got home, the two of you sat on the balcony. You journaled while Rafe picked up your copy of East of Eden, stating your discussion inspired him to pick it up again. He had watched too much TV the last few weeks anyways.
His focus was only half on the words on the page, the other half watching you out of the corner of his eye, your tongue peeking out of your lips and eyes creasing when you scribbled out something you wrote.
âYouâve only turned the page three times in the last twenty minutes,â you said knowingly, setting your pen down and looking up at him for a second.
âI know. Iâve been distracted,â he admitted.
âBy what?â
âYou.â
Redness creeped up your neck and onto your cheeks. You picked up your pen and finished writing down your thought, the only acknowledgment of his words a subtle hum.
Rafe smirked and fixated back on his page, feeling like the cocky boy he was a year ago flirting with you at the lunch table. He urged to reach over a brush the stand of hair falling out of your claw clip behind your ear, to make you blush even further, just like he would in school.
Instead, he asked what you wanted for dinner that night.
You shrugged, not taking your eyes off what you were writing. He knew to take things slowly. You were just starting to get your appetite back, and after weeks of nibbling on toast and vomiting three times a day, you wouldnât be back to normal overnight. It was taking a toll on youâhe could tell from your sunken cheeks and hollowed eyes, the bones in neck and shoulders protruding more than before.
âHow about we order in?â He offered. âThai? Indian? Pizza?â
You contemplated for a while before deciding. âThaiâs good.â
An hour later you sat across each other on the couch, Rafe watching you as you slowly ate a piece of broccoli stalk-first out of your pad see ew.
âYou feeling okay?â He asked, wanting to make sure your stomach was settled.
You nodded, not taking your eyes off the screen where you watched Boy Meets World.
You twirled a rice noodle on your fork and chewed it slowly, eating each ingredient one at a time. Rafe studied you closely, watching each swallow and movement of the fork.
âStop watching me,â you barked at him.
He stiffened but obliged, turning back to face the screen.
Thursday was spent on your balcony, enjoying the feeling of the ocean breeze running across your skin and through your hair. Rafe picked up where he left off in East of Eden while you started Tender is the Night.
It was silent in the world surrounding you two, the only sounds coming from a car door slamming in the parking lot or a speedboat passing by on the water.
The two of you sat there for hours, in the silence of turning pages until you spoke suddenly, as if you had been working up the courage until now.
âCan I ask you something?â
âOf course,â he answered, surprised. âAnything.â
âWhy are you here with me this summer?â You looked up at him from under your lashes, your body inadvertently shying away from him though your words held strong.
He was astonished. âBecause you called.â That was all he really needed to say. Because you called, and I answered, just like I will always answer.
Yet he continued, laying it all out for you like he always did. âIt was so out of character for you to need me for something. I knew something had to be bad if you were that desperate.â Even though you didnât look at him, he could feel the guilt radiating through the air. âThen I found out andâI donât know, Y/N. I couldnât leave you like that, all alone. I couldnât leave knowing someone hurt you and that you were hurting and do nothing about it.â
He felt the lump in his throat grow bigger and bigger with each word he spoke. He canât leave you in this shattered state youâre in. It physically hurts him to think about, and he canât know he stood by doing nothing to take the pain from you.
You looked at him, your eyes apologetic yet unyielding. âNo, I meanâŠwhy are you here this summer? And not at schoolâŠor training camp?â
He sighed. He knew it was coming. He knew he would have to talk about it eventually.
Last summer Rafe spent most of his time at UNC, training with the football team for the upcoming season. This year shouldâve been no different, especially since it would be the current quarterback's senior year, and this wouldâve been a great time for Rafe to show his skills to earn the position for the next season. But just like everything else in his life, he ruined it.
âIâm sure you know already,â he grumbled while running his hand over his eyes, the irritation in his voice bubbling up from a place of his own self-hatred.
âI donât,â you admitted, your voice unwavering.
He sighed again. âI was kicked off the team.â
âWhy?â
He chuckled slightly at your bluntness.
Thatâs what he loved about youâthe way you didnât care about sounding polite or meek in your quest to find the truth. You asked the questions most people wouldnât, the ones theyâd be too scared to ask, but you spoke the words with a certainty like you were asking the weather.
âThe dean found out about the cocaine,â he started. âI think the coach knew already, but my dad made a big donation for him to keep quiet. The dean found out and kicked me off before he had his chance with him.â
All honesty is what he promised you, and honesty is what you would get.
âIâm sorry,â you said, and it didnât even sound forced. âI know youâre really passionate about football, and I know you worked hard to get there.â
âItâs my own damn fault,â he shook his head. âI didnât work hardâI got where I am because of my name, because of my father. I didnât do anything to deserve it.â
âThatâs not true,â you argued. âYouâre a talented football player. You got to where you are because you earned it.â
Rafe chuckled again. âYou never came to any games.â
âI came to a few,â you protested, and oh, how he remembered those nights so clearly. How heâd look up in the stands to find you talking with one of the girls, or silently trying to track where the ball was, or sometimes reading during a timeout. Those were his favorite memories.
âI didnât think you watched enough of the game in between reading breaks to notice,â he joked, nudging you with his elbow.
âI noticed,â you replied coyly, and Rafe couldâve sworn he saw you bat an eyelash or two
He felt frozen in this momentâstuck between wanting to take to his knees in front of your chair and grab your face and kiss you, and slap himself silly for thinking youâd ever doubted him.
When he didnât speak again, too busy gawking at you like an angel fallen from heaven, you continued: âSo what now?â
âWhat do you mean, âwhat nowâ?â
âWhat are you going to do now? With your life?â
He laughed again at your blatant phrasing. âI donât know. I suppose Iâll keep going to school in the fall and read or watch Gilmore Girls reruns in my free time,â he nudged his elbow at you.
You smirked at his subtle jab at you. âBut what aboutâare youâŠare you still doing it?â
âNo. Iâm trying to be better.â And he was, for you, and that cost him dearly.
Your mouth quirked. âThatâs good, I guess.â He chuckled. âThatâs hard to overcome.â
He reckoned that's as close to a compliment as heâd get from you, but he accepted it nonetheless. âYeah, I guess it is.â
Friday carried on the same as Wednesday: therapy in the morning, Taylor Swift on the car ride, coffee from the cafe, walking along the beach until the early afternoon.
Since you spent more time on the mainland, the line for the ferry back was particularly long. Rafe didnât mind, though, as driving with you was becoming his favorite part of the day.
He saw you smile out of the corner of his eye as he absentmindedly sung under his breath.
âPut the money in a bag and I stole the keys, that was the last time you ever saw me.â
âWhat?â He asked innocently, the cheeky glint in his eyes giving him away.
âNothing,â you answered coyly.
âI thought we said all honesty?â
âI never agreed to that, I just played along.â
âOkay then, tell me what youâre thinking now,â he countered. âIâm thinking that I love your smile.â
Your eyes went wide for a split second. âI was thinking about how I used to think you were Rep-coded.â
âUsed to?â He astonished. âWhat do you think now?â
âI shouldâve realized all along that youâre a Lover boy.â
When the two of you returned home, Rafe sat on the balcony with you while you wrote in your journal. He kept reading, only stopping to make dinner. You only ate a bit, but he figured you just werenât very hungry.
You kept writing furiously into the night, well after the sun had set and you relied on the porch light to see where you were writing.
Rafe gave up reading about an hour ago, watching the sunset across the marina and cars drive by. He had no desire to scroll through social media much these days, not when everything he needed was right in front of him.
âDo you want to watch a movie or something? Itâs the weekend, so we can stay up late,â he wiggled his eyebrows playfully as if you were kids with no bedtime but was met with your blank stare.
âI think Iâm just going to go to bed.â Without room for reply, you turned and slid the sliding door open, disappearing into your room for the rest of the night.
Rafe was up early on Saturday morning, his bodyâs internal alarm growing used to your therapy schedule. You awoke a little while later, coming out to get some water without so much as a âgood morningâ and then retreating to your room where you stayed for hours.
As the clock struck noon, he went to check on you. He called your name and knocked softly on your bedroom door, not wanting to interrupt if your body was just catching up on much needed sleep. He peeked his head in when he didnât get a reply and saw you awake, bundled up in your comforter and sobbing quietly.
Rafe crouched down to where you were laying in your bed. He stared into your sullen eyes, rubbed raw with red veins streaking your scleras.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked worriedly.
You shook your head.
âBad day?â He asked simply, almost like he knew, and you nodded like a sleepy toddler when asked if you were ready for bed.
Rafeâs heart broke when you sniffled from taking a sharp inhale.
âWhat can I do?â He asked helplessly while stroking a piece of hair out from where it had fallen into your mouth.
You shook your head, finally replying through sobs, âI donât know whatâs wrong with me.â
âSweetheart, nothingâs wrong with you,â he said softly.
âYes there is,â you whined, your voice barely audible. âI feltâ I thought I was getting better.â
Rafe slumped his shoulders at your defeat. âY/N, itâs normal.â He stroked your hair again. âThere will be good days and bad days, and thatâs okay. No one expects you to be instantaneously⊠healed.â
âI do.â
Rafe was taken aback. âWhat do you mean?â He asked with furrowed brows.
âI expected more out of myself,â you replied. âI didnât expect to feel like this, especially for so long.â
âYou shouldnât âexpectâ yourself to feel any kind of way,â Rafe said almost angrily. âNothing like this shouldâve ever happened to you, and donât for a second think anything different. You feel however you want to feel.â He brushed another hair away, pausing when his fingers reached the shell of your ear. âYou have astronomically high expectations for yourself, and I know letting go of control isnât easy for you.â
You shot him a look, but he continued. âOf course I donât want you to keep hurting, and Iâd do anything to see you smile again, but you shouldnât blame yourself for how youâre feeling.â
Though his tone was harsh, his anger wasnât directed towards you. He wished you werenât so head-strong on keeping your emotions hidden so you could try to get back to normal. âThe doctor said it was normal for you to have tough days. That doesnât mean youâre not getting better.â
You nodded slowly, your tears staining your pillowcase.
âCan you tell me how youâre feeling?â He asked hopefully, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.
âI just feel reallyâŠheavy,â you admitted. âLike something is sitting on my chest.â
He nodded in understanding. âI wish I could take the weight from you and carry it myself.â
You shouldnât have to feel like this, but you do, so telling you so isnât helpful. Rafe just has to watch you suffer as a bystander, feeling his own weight of helplessness sitting on his chest.
You shook your head. âYouâve already done too much for me, Rafe.â
âNonsense,â he argued. âI will do anything that I can for you. I always have and I always will.â
You stayed silent, taking slow, deep breaths while your tears slowed to a stop. Rafe sat at your side, stroking your hair, your faceâreally any skin he could to soothe you. He admitted it felt so natural there, him at your side, like he was always meant to be there.
âDo you want to go for a drive?â He offered after a while of your blank stare. âMaybe being outside will make you feel a bit better. We can even get ice cream on the way home.â
You nodded hesitantly, your teeth gnawing into your bottom lip.
He pulled you up from your position on your bed, keeping ahold of your hand while he led you to the foyer and helped you slide your feet into sandals.
âCan weâŠnot drive around Figure Eight,â you asked hesitantly once you sat down in the car.
âOf course,â he assured you. âI was thinking weâd drive near the marshes, on the north side of the island.â
You agreed and set out, keeping the windows up at your request until you were driving down country roads.
You picked Ultraviolence as the album of choice, biting your cheek as your gaze stayed fixed out the window.
Rafe drove you through many backroads, some he was familiar with from his days driving to Barryâs trailer and others new to him. They all looked the same, though: overgrown weeds crawling up the edge of the road, low hanging tree branches blocking most of the afternoon sunâand the fact that there was no trace of civilization anywhere.
Rafe felt the breeze through his fingertips, hanging lazily out the window, and wondered if it gave you the same feeling too. The feeling of the wind washing over your skin or through the wisps of your hair, brushing away the heaviness you feel. Heâs felt it all too many timesâthe expectations of his father, the looks of disappointment when the sheriff called in the middle of the night letting him know his only son was arrested. The disgust on Wardâs face as he threw a stack of bills at Barryâs feet, realizing his own son was now just a pawn in this disgusting filthâs game. Your fatherâs hardening stare as he overheard a tasteless comment made at his daughterâs expense. The twinkling blue eyes of his mother, one of his last memories of herâit was all too much sometimes, and on those days he would drive to Barryâs trailer with the windows down. Though the cocaine numbed the ache in his chest, the warm sun and cool breeze gave him a sense of impending calm, if only temporary.
Rafe couldnât know what youâre going through as you had yet to let him into your head in any way. He didnât know what it was like to be assaulted, violatedâhumiliated and left for dead. He didnât have the courage to stand up to a superior or call the last person on earth youâd ever want to see out of desperation. He didnât know what it was like to be the golden child, always making your father proud or even stone-hearted mother crack a smile when her daughter was named valedictorian.
But he did know the feeling of heaviness, how debilitating it can be. He wished he could feel it for you, to take your heart and only give you the good parts of his.
All honesty.
So he told youâhe told you about the trips to Barryâs trailer, the fights with Pogueâs at the Boneyard senior year, the nights spent in a jail cell.
All honesty.
He told you how he could never compete with Sarah, how Ward Cameronâs son was just a useless fuck-up in his eyes. All the times Ward bailed him out, the time he stole money out of his safe (it was too easyâthe combination was always Sarahâs birthday, never his).
All honesty.
Rafe didnât know if you were processing his words or even listeningânot until you pulled back into the lot of your apartment complex. You reached your hand over to his and gave it the faintest squeeze.
All he could do was lay his heart out on the tableâevery ugly piece of him he wanted to keep hidden, every mistake, every regret heâs ever had. Now he can only wait and hope you could do the same.
The following week was spent the same: therapy every other day, iced coffee from the cafe, Gilmore Girls and Steinbeck books and What are you thinking about right now? Sitting on the ferry, takeout for dinner, writing in your journal, so many nights spent on your couch Rafe was forgetting what his own bed felt likeâthis was his life now.
Though Rafe would never complain (because you were getting betterâyou didnât vomit after every meal, the nightmares werenât every night), he couldnât help but feel a sense of looming despair. After all, it was nearly Fatherâs Day, and school would be starting back up in less than two months. Was that enough time for you?
Rafe didnât know how to expect you to jump right back into your courses after a month of barely leaving the house, but he knew better than to question you on it.
That Sunday had been one month since that text he received on the golf course. One month of the two of you in your own little worldâyour father was too busy working on a case for Kristenâs grandfather, a notable business owner on the mainland, and Ward didnât bother to reach out to his son any more than the occasional text about your wellbeing. All texts from his friends were ignored.
That Tuesday you had a follow-up appointment with Dr Hartman to check on your recovery and make sure you didnât test positive for any late-onset STDs.
The day before was one of the roughest. Although you didnât outright say so, Rafe could tell through your actionsâyou barely ate anything for breakfast, your twiddling fingers on the ferry ride over to the mainland, the swollen corner of your bottom lip where you had been chewing endlessly on it.
âHey,â he spoke for the first time on the ride back to the island. You didnât feel up to your usual beach-walk, and he didnât push it. âItâs all going to be okay.â He reached his hand over ever so slowly, placing it on top of your own that were picking the skin around your cuticles.
He almost feared it was the wrong moveâtoo much physical contact and not enough warningâuntil you moved out from under it, holding his hand in both of yours.
You played with his fingers, your knee bouncing out under you. You traced the veins in his hand like lines on a map before flipping his hand over to trace the creases in his palm.
âIâm scared,â you squeaked.
âI know you are.â
âWhat if something is wrong with me?â
âThen weâll figure it out. Together,â he promised.
âMy life will be over.â
âIt wonât be. I promise you, it will all be okay in the end. Itâs okay to be nervous, but donât let it paralyze you.â
You turned to him, tracing your finger around each of his. âWhy are you here with me?â
âBecause you called,â he reminded you. âAnd I will always answer.â
You shook your head, pinching the skin above his knuckle. âI didnât expect you to give up your entire summer for me.â
âI didnât give anything up,â he argued. âWhy do you assume Iâm not satisfied with my life right now?â
âA guy like you needs to go out.â You shook your head again. âYou need to see other people besides me, to go somewhere besides my shrinkâs office.â
âAll Iâve ever needed is you. I wish you would see that.â
The afternoon consisted of many panic attacksâRafe reminding you to breathe in, hold it for five seconds, exhale through your mouthâheaving into the toilet bowl, and gently crying.
âDeep breath for me,â Rafe instructed as he rubbed your back with one hand, holding your hair in the other. You slumped over the toilet with Rafe behind you, having been reminded of the promise you made to let him in after the night he found you out cold on the bathroom floor.
âJust go away,â you grumbled, never thinking youâd miss the luxury of vomiting in peace.
âCanât,â he clicked his tongue, wringing out the washcloth he ran under the tap before placing it on your burning skin. âNot after I found you passed out. Itâs okay if you feel sick, but you have to let me help you.â
You pressed your cheek to the cool porcelain of the seat. âMy chest hurts.â
He rubbed your back some more, maneuvering you to sit upward until your chest pressed against your bent knees.
âYouâre safe here, I promise. Itâs just you and me here, and Iâm not going anywhere,â he assured. âJust keep taking nice deep breaths for me, honey.â
You complied, and when the breathing didnât work and the heaving started again, he was there, grabbing a claw clip from the counter and twisting your hair into it. He was there, pressing the washcloth to your flushed forehead and reminding you he wasnât leaving.
âDo you want to go sit on the balcony?â He asked quietly, the last hour spent curled over yourself on the bathroom floor.
You didnât answer, just slumped back into his chest. It was all too easy, the way you two fit together. Even when you felt defeated, Rafe held you up like he was meant to all along.
âWe can order some dinner,â he offered, his lips grazing your temple when your head rolled back on his shoulder. The closeness at which he held you would have you believe your skin wasnât covered in sweat and tears (and probably vomit). âAnything you want.â
âCanât eat,â you croaked.
âThatâs okay. Can we at least go outside, get you some fresh air?â
You nodded weakly and he pulled you up, supporting and nearly dragging you by the arm around your waist.
He set you down in the chair, your eyes heavy with exhaustion as you pulled your feet up and curled into a ball.
Rafe scooted his own chair closer, pushing the table out of the way.
âWhat can I do?â He offered.
You shook your head slowly, as if a realization just came over you. âNothing.â
You stayed in that chair, staring blankly for hours.
In the dead of night, long after the TV was turned off and bedroom doors closed, Rafe heard a blood-curdling scream.
He sprang up, bare feet scampering across the hardwood floors to you.
You screamed like in a horror movie, awaking him from the deepest part of his sleep. His heart pounded, like his mind hadnât quite caught up yet to the chill in his bones.
He flung your bedroom door open to see you trashing, never seeing someone move so quickly. Your hands beat against the headboard and the sheets, knuckles banging into the hard surfaces so hard he thought they would break.
âNo, noâstop,â you screamed, hair knotted and unruly from your tossing.
âY/N, wake up, Y/N,â he commanded, rushing to your side and gripping your wrists tightly. Even with his arms in the best shape of his life, it was nearly impossible. He could only imagine how hard you fought.
âY/N, wake up,â he repeated. âItâs a dream, itâs not real. Wake up.â
You tried to beat away the figures in your dream, circumvented only by Rafeâs strong hands.
Rafe got louder, insisting you wake, louder and louder until his shouts were louder and deeper than your own.
âY/N, wake up!â
Your eyes flew open and tried to pry his hands off you, but he held strong, not letting go until he was sure you wouldnât hurt yourself.
âY/N, itâs okay. Just breathe.â
You looked around the room, lost. A wild animal, trapped in its enclosure.
âIt was just a dream,â he told you. âYouâre safe here. Weâre in your apartmentâitâs just you and me here, and I wonât let anything happen.â
You rubbed at your chest, groaning.
Rafe got closer to feel it too, to check your heart rate, when he faltered. âCan I touch you?â
You nodded, pulling his hand into your chest. Your heart was soaring, and Rafe could practically hear it pounding.
âJust try to relax for me, okay? Deep breath.â
He breathed with you, letting you hold his hand in both of yours against your chest, playing with his fingers like you had earlier.
Your lip trembled as your breathing slowed, inching closer to him with every breath. Inhale, scoot, exhale. Inhale, scoot, exhale.
When your legs brushed his, close enough to where it was practically thrown over his lap, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap.
âIs this okay?â He confirmed, his words muffled by your hair.
You nodded, nuzzling your face further into his neck.
He could feel your heartbeat against his, yours slowing down or his speeding up until it became just one.
He held you there, his warm arms holding you tight and murmuring to you reassurances: how you were safe, alone, and the promise that Rafe would never let anyone hurt you again. He held you there until the tips of the sunâs rays peeked over the horizon, lighting up your room so Rafe didnât just have to know you were asleep by the soft snores leaving your mouth, he could see your closed eyelids and peaceful look on your face. While you slept you always reminded him of how you looked as a kidâsweet, innocent, soft. You looked like an angel, complete with the halo of the morning glow around your face. If someone didnât know better, theyâd probably think you a meek, timid little girl with a mellow voice and shadowy presence.
But when you opened your eyes anyone could see it: the resilience, the strength. Rafe knew it was there, just like it had been since you were toddlers with the mischievous glint in your eye.
Rafe sat next to you and watched as you slept, staying until he could be sure you would wake once again.
Your knee bounced anxiously as you sat in the plastic chair to Rafeâs left. You were sitting outside the room you were to meet the doctor in, who stated she was running about ten minutes behind with another patient. Rafe felt he could slap her for making you wait a second longer.
âItâs going to be okay,â he told you, his mantra for the last few days. Like he has any clue to how your appointment today would end.
Whoever did this to youâRafe still had no idea who the multiple whoâs could beâ already stripped you of your dignity, your freedom. He canât even imagine if they gave you a disease in return.
He watched as you chewed on your bottom lip and picked at the skin around your nails.
He offered you his hand silently, elbow sitting comfortably in the crease between the two armrests.
You took it in your own, fingers circling the plane of the gold signet ring on his forefinger.
âI know itâs unlikely, and worrying wonât do anything to prevent it,â you spoke candidly. âBut Iâm still nervous.â
âThatâs natural,â he replied, reveling in the way you twisted his ring around and around. âNo matter what happens, you can face it.â
You nodded, pulling the ring up to the first knuckle and dropping it again. You were about to speak when Dr Hartman walked up, apologizing under Rafeâs hard glare for her delay. She gestured for you to follow her in the exam room, standing and dropping Rafeâs precious hand from your grasp.
âIâll wait here,â he said, but it was more a question.
You nodded, taking a sharp breath and following her inside.
Rafe was relieved to hear you were recovering physically as well as could be, treating you to ice cream and a drive around the island on the way home.
When you got your test results back days later and you were clean, Rafe hugged you, and you hugged him right back, squeezing him so tight as he poured his life into you.
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