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rotten - r.c

rafe cameron x nerd!reader

summary: being rafe cameron's stepsister would be hell for anyone, but for a girl like her? he'd make it worse.

a/n: hi, i’ve never written anything ever but i kind of had this idea. i hope u like it! i hope i don’t end up writing anything too dark, but my thoughts do go there sometimes so idk (brace for it just in case, i guess?¿). this is just a preview, ‘cause i want to see if people would like to read it or not. also, as cliche as it is, english is not my first language so i’m sorry if there are any mistakes lmao. i don’t know how this fic will go, but if there are any warnings necessary at some point, don’t worry, i’ll place them before the chapter! i do plan to have smut in this but only as the story progresses, as fun as it can be i don’t want it to be the main focus for this particular story. the povs will probably change throughout the story but i'm not sure yet!

warnings: psychological abuse, emotional abuse, angst, misoginy, dark!rafe, obsessive behavior, step-siblings, toxic family dynamics, eventual sexual content

She didn’t get it, why her stepbrother seemed to resent her so much. I mean, she and her mom did intrude on his life all of a sudden – but it wasn’t her fault, she didn’t want it to happen either. So she tried not to be loud and obnoxious about it, barely making her presence known since she was 16, walking quietly and talking even more so.

It wasn’t all bad though, she enjoyed spending time in her room, skipping through book pages, mostly biographies or feminist manifestos. At nineteen, she was an avid reader and a passionate learner, devouring books as if they were her only means of survival – they kind of were. Without them, she’d be depressed; it is as simple as that. No place to hide from her intruding thoughts.

Her quiet demeanor made Rafe Cameron flare with anger. Three long years of her presence had felt like hell to him, because why on earth would he be accepting of someone who doesn’t share his blood – let alone someone who he deemed as inferior – living under the same roof as him as if they belonged there? The more she made herself smaller, the more she kept getting quieter – the more his contempt for her grew. He hated how weak she seemed, how every time he’d look at her she’d shrink under his gaze, and how when he talked to her, her reply would reach his ears in the shape of a whisper.

He was the opposite, loud and proud to be so. People worshipped the ground he walked on, and he felt like he deserved it. Truth was, most of them were just too scared to ever say “no” to the guy. “Better to be on his side, than against him”, some would say. And it was true, he could ruin anyone’s life if he felt like it – and he always felt like it. For a man who feels boredom as much as he does, making others suffer as the only source of pleasure made sense. It was entertaining.

He couldn’t do that to her, not because he didn’t want to – believe me, he thought about it way more than he, or any mentally stable person, should – but he knew he’d face consequences from Ward, his iron fist dad, so it was better not to risk it, or at least not be blatant about it when it became inevitable. He knew he’d break her eventually, just didn’t know when.

He needed an opportunity, and oh how lucky, he’d finally have one. Thanks to Wheezie. As annoying as his little sister was he was very thankful to her in that moment, she was the one who decided doing an exchange program in Germany would be an enriching experience, and Ward couldn’t let his little girl go by herself, not when he had the means to go with her, dragging the rest of his family along and turning it into some wholesome 6-month family vacation. God, how pathetic, Rafe thought, as if this weren’t a sick way to not lose control of his youngest and most beloved daughter. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how no one else noticed how controlling Ward was about his family. But he didn’t care, not really, what he did care about, though, was that he’d be alone with his stupid stepsister for a really long time, he couldn’t be more thrilled.

And she? Well, she couldn’t be less. She’d go with the rest of the family if she could, of course she would, but her college year was just starting, so she was stuck on the island. And so was her angry sociopathic older stepbrother who was given the responsibility of taking care of business while Ward didn’t return. It wasn’t even a difficult job, looking at a laptop for three hours and sending emails for people who’d do his job for him. Ward had it easy. And so would Rafe, she thought.

She knew Rafe hated her with all of his willpower, he couldn’t conceal it if he tried. She also knew he had an affinity for breaking things for fun, and when it got boring he’d break people too. She knew how cruel and, dare I say it, how evil he could be. She couldn’t know, though – and even if she did, she couldn’t prevent it – how miserable Rafe Cameron would make her.