i broke my promiseee!!!! i'm so so so sorry. this is kinda long so i hope you enjoy it even though there isn't really anything going on :( in desperate need of ideas btw pls give reqs!!
!warnings: toxic relationship, profanity, aggression, abusive relationship
you knew you were lucky. so lucky that rafe cameron, the tall rich kook who's dad owns half the island, was fucking you every night. not making love, fucking. it was more his style. he does a lot of things his own unique little way. you used to think it was just the way ward raised him but no. rafe was just different.
it took you a few months to realize it but his addictions, his half-jokes about offing his family and, the biggest hint, his kinks are what helped you get the clue before it was too late. rafe was troubled, deeply disturbed, since the day you met him and many years before that.
but you knew you were lucky because he handled you like precious gold when by default, he treated everyone on the island like shit, especially jj maybank. jj was a good friend to you, one of your best but as far as rafe knew, jj was just an acquaintance. you and him used to be super close before rafe got in the picture. you guys would hang out all the time at your place when you were younger. now, you guys rarely talk. the only thing close about you and jj was your houses. you could see his place from your front door and vice versa.
even before you started dating rafe, the two boys would thrash wherever they had the chance, mostly at parties. so when jj first saw you and rafe making out next to his truck at a bonfire, he'd already lost you to the kooks. deep down he knew he never stood a chance. he couldn't buy you anything and he couldn't give you a better life. he most definitely couldn't take you out on a yacht, like rafe had done tonight.
tonight was you and rafe's four month anniversary and rafe prepared you a cruise under the stars. prepared it carefully even. there would be the pink heart shaped cake you wouldn't stop talking about, he'd hand you the four hundred dollar bouquet he ordered and the night would end with him ramming into you. every detail had to be perfect. after all, he envisioned how tonight would go down.
"how much was all this?" you asked as you marveled at the floral decor on the yacht. "enough to make you smile. that's all that matters" he took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on your skin. you blushed hard and he noticed. he likes seeing you melt at his touch.
you guys were sitting in a suite at a table for two. he wore a black polo and black dress pants. you wore a light blue silk dress, the one he told you to wear of course. you didn't mind wearing the dress. it was nice and he was already doing a lot for you.
"did anyone see you leave?" he takes a sip of his prestige cuvée. "uhm, no. i don't- i don't think so.. why?" you copy him. he looks at you for a short moment, blankly. "just askin', baby" he replies simply. you give a small smile in return. "'cause you know like- if someone saw you, your pretty face.. they'd follow you. try to uh.. hurt you" your eyes were locked on him. you could tell he was getting nervous as he spoke but he was still very serious. it was kind of scaring you.
he knew he was getting anxious. he quickly got himself together, clearing his throat. "we can't have that now can we.." his hold on your hand got tighter. "no, we can't.. no one saw me, rafe" you reassure him. he nods slowly before letting go of your hand.
"your dinner, mr and mrs cameron" the private chef calls out from the door to the galley. you weren't married. rafe just insisted that the staff call you by his name. he motioned the man to come in. "you hungry?" he asks. you nod with a smile. the man approaches the table with two plates with steel dome covers "steak au poivre, sir. coated in cognac cream sauce" he removed the covers. rafe's eyes don't leave you as the guy described the meal. "you like that?" he wanted to make sure you'd enjoy it as well as the whole night.
"yeah that- sounds great" you reply. "they don't have this shit out in the cut, huh?" he joked as he signaled the chef away. "not funny, babe" you pouted with a small grin. "what is it you guys have there? uhh fish sticks, is it?" he continued to jest as he cut out a piece of steak. "i like fish sticks" you challenged. a slow smile appeared on his lips. "oh yeah?" you nod in response. the blonde thinks for a moment, rethinking his plans for the night. "how about later.. we go catch some bass and- i'll have my guy cook up some fish sticks for you, yeah?"
deep down you knew rafe was a good man. despite his problems, his only goal was to make you happy. "i'd love to" you say softly. "great.. i love that you'd love to" he mocked smugly, making you laugh. "but first- i wanna give you something" he pauses to see your reaction. your eyes widen with intrigue. he mouths a small "wait here" as he got up and made his way into the galley.
you watched him as he left and wondered what he could've gotten you. you would have bought him something as well but you couldn't get him anything that he didn't already have or that he couldn't get himself.
"SHITTT!" you hear rafe shout from the main suite. you jump startled by the sound. suddenly, there was the noise of shattered glass coming from behind the door. you stood up and made your way to the door. voices were muffled by the thick walls but you could tell rafe was pissed. the chef seemed to be apologizing for something. you slowly opened the door.
"so you're a dumbass, huh? is that it? all we do is inject money into your account and this is the bullshit i get? i should make you walk into the- fucking water!" he shoves the chef making him hit the wall. "i'm s- sorry sir. i- i will fix it!" the cook stammers. your pulse beat rapidly as your eyes drifted to the counter where stood a purple heart shaped cake. "fix it? you know you can't fix that shit. now you're just lyin' to me" rafe seethes.
the fear in the man's eyes seemed familiar. reminded you of when you accidentally bumped into another guy on the street, or when you didn't pick up the phone after the first ring. it reminded you of you. as the man continued to plead with rafe, he only spewed curses at him ignoring every word he said. "baby, you should calm-" "shut up!" he spat back at you. his eyes were filled with rage, blinded by it. you took a deep breath in as the focus was shifted on you for a bit.
you saw him reach for his waistband under his shirt. his fingers wrap around a 9-millimeter and pull it out of his pants. he doesn't point it at you, just holds it. "wait for me outside" he orders intensely. giving up, you fought back tears and left the room. all you could do was pray he wouldn't hurt the man too bad even though you knew he could surely be on the verge of shooting one right through his head.
the door shut behind you and seconds later you heard a single gunshot.
"i hope you're aren't mad at me"
"can you look at me please?"
your arms were resting on the railing of the yacht. as the wind blew through your hair, you slowly turned your head away from the water to look back at rafe. he was holding a fishing rod in one hand and the other was behind his back. you made no attempt to hide your tear stained face. his expression altered at the sight. he simply gave you a small smile and handed you the bouquet he was hiding behind him, this one being the right color.
you look down at the flowers, pink and alive. they were so perfect, you thought. hesitantly, you accepted them from his hand and analyzed them close up. "they reminded me of you.. pretty, soft" he adds trying to lighten the mood. seeing that his attempt was futile according to the situation, he let out a deep sigh.
"look at me" he commanded. you immediately obeyed without thought, a habit you picked up over the last few months. "i did not hurt him, okay?.. he's fine. i just had to scare him a bit, yeah?" he explained carefully. you could feel tears well up in your eyes with each word he said. you couldn't tell if it was out of relief or out of fear. "i didn't mean to snap at you.. don't be mad at me" you weren't mad at him. it wasn't his fault he was so fucked up. he just wanted the night to be perfect for you because he loves you oh so much.
his arms were held out towards you. he wanted a hug. so you gave him a hug. it was deep and warm. his large frame swallowed you. "you love me?" he asks. "yes" you choked out weakly. he suggests as he slowly caressed the side of your torso. "i love you, rafe" you choked out with your face smushed against his chest. he let out a loud sigh. "good, good" he gently pushed you off him. "let's switch, yeah?" he handed you the fishing rod and took the bouquet from you. "i'm gonna put this next to your bag, okay? wait f'me" he left you on the deck and went back to the suite.
after entering through the door, he spots your bag. taking a few steps, he approaches your birkin and opens it. just as he was about to place your bouquet inside, your phone lit up from the movement. a wallpaper of you and rafe wearing matching sunglasses, that made him smile. although, a notification at the bottom of the screen, from jj - "what you all dressed up for? you really went full kook". that didn't just make his smile disappear but also summoned a storm within him and he was experiencing the calm before it.
the blond emerged from the suite, face as cold as ice. with the sound of his footsteps, you whip your head around. "i think i saw a dolphin!" you laughed with excitement. you look back in the water to see if anything else jumped up. "you think we could catch a shark?!" you shouted over your shoulder for him to hear. he took slow, quiet steps towards you. you were brave to turn your back towards him, he thought.
"rafe?" you call out again. "no sharks tonight, baby" he responds in a low tone. "drop the rod" the strong order from his lips made the fishing rod fall immediately. your back was facing him. he slides his hands on both sides of your torso. you can feel his breath on your neck as stepped closer. you expected him to hike up your dress and rip through your panties but he was oddly still and silent.
he pulled you as close as possible, your back was flush against his body. he placed a soft long kiss on your neck, biting every now and then. with his big hands he squeezed your breasts, completely covering them. eventually, he stopped and with a smirk that you could hear he whispers to you. "why is maybank texting you so late, baby?"
you froze. you had no idea what rafe was talking about. you quickly spun around and realized your phone wasn't with you. "jj?" you mutter. his smirk disappears just at the thought of you acting stupid. in a flash, his hand met with your throat.
"he's a dead man, you know that?" the rise of his chest let you know he was serious. "pleas- please, rafe" you whined. "nah, nah. he's gone.." you could feel his grip tightening with no mercy.
"you're lucky i'm choosin' to hurt him and not you"
divider by cursed-carmine
