bella ౨ৎ

potential part 2 for this one ;)

!warnings: toxic relationship, profanity, manipulative behaviour, physical aggression, emotional distress

“you're so pretty. y’know that? c’mere” he muttered gently as he pulled you in closer.

rafe was a busy guy. whenever he had some time to hangout, it felt like christmas to you. he was always the sweetest guy when he had time for you. with his arm around your shoulders, you guys walked down the hill to the golf course a few feet behind topper and kelce. as he whispered sweet words in your ear, you giggled and nervously played with the bottom edge of your skirt. rafe knew just how to make you feel like the princess you are. “say you’re pretty f'me” he demanded. “i’m prettyy~” you laughed. “gorgeous..” he placed kisses on the side of your neck making you giggle even more. the two boys in front of you guys had turned their heads to see what was going on behind them. “you two alright?” kelce joked as topper laughed along. “yeah!” you replied. rafe didn’t even bother lifting his head from your neck to respond.

“thank you for bringing me” you muttered still fiddling with your skirt. “hm?” he lifted his head to hear you better. “thank you.. for bringing me” you repeated a bit louder. he pulled back and looked down at you as a small smirk crossed his lips. “you thankin' me for hangin' out with you, baby? i’m your boyfriend, i have to” he chuckled. “i know but.. i never see you anymore. it’s nice to know you still care” his smirk faded at your words. “of course i care.. why would you say that?” he asked in a serious tone. you noticed the change in octaves and looked up at him to see if he was angry. from what you saw, you could tell he was in the early stages. “nothing. i- it was a joke” you looked back down at the path even though you could feel his gaze on you. “babe, you know i care about you, right?” he asked with his eyes now stuck on you. before you could respond, without realizing it, you guys had already arrived at the field.

“rafe!” topper called out. both your heads turn to him. “you gonna start?” he offered as he held out a club. rafe looked back at you who was still playing with your skirt. he slapped your hands away making you flinch. “how many times i gotta tell you not to do that? hm?” he was now in the middle stages, slight aggression. kelce scoffed at the action. he glared at you for a moment more before turning to topper and snatching the club from his hands and walking onto the course.

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a good half hour into playing, you noticed each one of rafe’s swings were strong and rough. you just told yourself that that’s how you’re supposed to play. you also saw that after every hit, he wouldn’t go near you, his “caddy”, topper had said which made kelce laugh. you didn’t know what it meant but you were happy to be rafe’s anything. with the heavy bag in hand, you approached the blonde who had crossed his arms waiting for kelce to swing. you tried holding his hand but he didn’t budge to make his hand accessible to hold. you simply gave up trying and laid your head on his bicep. “you’re doing really good, babe” you whispered to him as you traced shapes on his crossed arm. he stayed still while you covered him with attention. “i didn’t know you were so good at golf” you chuckled trying to lighten up the mood. “apparently you don’t know a lot about me” he grumbled.

your eyes widened. you felt a pain in your chest as if a knife was being screwed in between your ribs. he was mad at you. “..it was a joke, babe..” he scoffed at that. “i don’t care.. ‘s whatever” you knew that was a lie. and you knew if you didn’t do something to fix it soon, you would pay for it later.

rafe nudged your head off him and took kelce’s spot. that broke your heart. you couldn't help but pout a little. you were starting to question if this was even a hangout anymore. he was pissed. you rarely get to see him and you somehow managed to make him mad at you. sadly, you've learned from experience that you'd only make it worse. you needed to let him come to you so you could apologize properly. he wouldn't want to hear a word of it right now. heaven forbid you start crying in front of him. you could already feel that little tingle in your heart letting you know tears could fall any second now. he couldn't see you like this.

"hey!" you shouted a little louder than you wished to. before rafe swung, he turned his head back to you, so did kelce and topper. they looked at you with indifference but rafe didn't bother hiding his anger. "i think i'm gonna head home. i wasn't that good of a caddy anyways" you let out a nervous laugh mainly to comfort yourself.

rafe slowly walked towards you with a look of irritated confusion. "oh yeah?" he spoke softly, masking the emotion behind it. your feet shuffled nervously as he got closer. "y- yeah.." you subconsciously began fidgeting with the end of your skirt again which brought him to slap your hands. you let out a whimper. "stop. fucking. doing that." he spat on the verge of shouting. he stood directly in front of you as you looked up at him with big pleading eyes.

rafe stared at you for a bit before tightly shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath. once he opened his eyes, he looked back at kelce and topper then turned to you. "you know how fucked that is right?.. i mean we get to see each other every blue fucking moon and you're ditching me" the guilt could've swallowed you whole. you knew he was right but on the other hand, you leaving would be for the best. the conviction left you speechless.

"leave then. i don't give a shit" he said using his ordinary controlled tone before walking back to his friends. you nodded and tried to fight back tears. you set down the heavy equipment. "i- i'll.. catch you guys later" you gave them a small painful smile and wave before turning away, holding your hands behind your back to avoid messing with the hemline of your skirt.