i wasn't going to let this month pass without publishing part two. exam week has been crazyyy. if there's any weird text it's bcs my kitten was on the keyboard. hope you enjoy this!
!warnings: toxic relationship, profanity, manipulative behaviour, physical aggression, emotional distress
"no fucking way. she's ugly as shit" he cursed before tossing the phone back to kelce.
it had to be a bit really late, around ten thirty. before heading back to rafe's place, the boys took a trip to barry's trailer to pick up some nose candy, rafe's favorite.
when they got back to the house, they went to the back, in the pool house and spent a while smoking, snorting and drinking whatever ward wouldn't have noticed missing but after a few hours, rafe got needy. one of the many effects coke has on him. he gets agitated, violent and often very lustful. so they went on a hunt.
they were scrolling through all the girls in his followers to invite over. he couldn't call you, no way. because then you'd think that he's a weak little bitch. the truth is, he felt bad about earlier but he couldn't admit that. he knows that little fidget thing you do with your skirt is just a nervous response but it turns him on too much, too fast and he doesn't like you having so much power over him.
"what about her? she's been begging me to set you guys up" kelce flips his screen and shows him another girl. rafe shakes his head as he rolled his eyes. "dude, just call y/n" topper chimed in. "you see the way she treated me today? i'm not calling that bitch. fuck no" he spat. his knee bounced rapidly. kelce and topper both looked at each other knowing there was an issue.
"you know she'd come running, right? we're wasting time here. it's simple. just call her and fuck her" topper debated."she can go fuck herself" rafe muttered in response. the two boys sighed at his stubbornness, ready to give up on finding him a piece of ass. "well.. our girls are waiting for us so.." kelce hissed at the situation. rafe immediately piped up. "really? y'all 're ditchin' me now too?" he spoke softly with hurt behind his chest. "c'mon man" kelce pleaded. rafe let out a subtle laugh. "great" he stood up to lead his friends to the door. once they left, he waited a couple seconds then pulled out his phone and dialed your number.
you were at home, holding the skirt you wore earlier today. you ran your hands over the laced edge that was already tearing at the seams despite the fact you just bought it. it wasn't cheap, so you know it wasn't bad quality. it was you. you didn't know how to keep your hands off it and rafe wasn't any help.
since as long as you knew him, your closet slowly accumulated a collection of skirts you or rafe have ripped. but you loved skirts. you couldn't just throw them away. you promised yourself you would've fixed them but you feel like you aren't making any progress.
and you're probably right.
"hi" you greeted softly. his eyes shut tight by the sound of your voice. he worked up the courage to speak. "y/n" he tried to sound like there wasn't any sort of substance in his system. "yeah.. hey- i'm sorry about earlier. i know you're really busy all the time and i'm grateful that you still make time for me. that's all.." rafe could hear the shiver in your voice. why were you still afraid of him even at a distance? "you're good.. come over" he ordered simply. you went silent for a moment not understanding what he said.
"yo" he called out. "y- yeah. i'm here" you spoke. "you hear me?" he asked. "you want me to.. go to your house" she repeated properly. "mhm.. i miss you. i wanna see you" his words became a more prominent indicator that he was on something. "are you alright?" you ask worried. "nah, i need to see you" his response was quick. almost premeditated. "i-.. i don't know rafe-"
"stop fuckin'-.. get over here, please" his control was bursting at the seams as the drug settled in and you could hear it through the phone. "i was just about to sleep. maybe tomorrow we can meet up?" you suggested as sweetly as you could. you heard a loud groan muffled by a pillow on the other side of the line. he wasn't happy with your obstinance. "i'll go to your place right now now, y/n. you know that. don't make me" he had you. tonight was not going to pass without him seeing you which he made clear.
rafe texted you to go around the back. you heard faint rap music and grunting the further you walked down the side of the house. you were wearing a different skirt. not the one you tore up this morning. a new pretty one that rafe always compliments you for.
you saw him. shirtless and sweaty, shadow boxing, throwing fast punches at nothing before dropping down and hitting about ten pushups. his bpm was surely through the roof. there was no doubt in your mind that he had snorted something white and powdery before you arrived. recognizing your position, you took a deep breath before getting in the ring.
"rafe! babe!" the music was too loud for him to hear you. you approached him, walking carefully around the pool. he still had no clue of your presence. "rafe!" you shouted once more. he turned quickly at the sound of your voice. he paused the music. while looking you up and down he smiled, eyes pausing at your skirt. "you shouldn't have" he murmured softly. "what?" his eyes darted up once you spoke. "it's like you knew why i called. you readin' my mind now, baby? huh?" he strongly cupped the back of your neck and tugged you closer by your hip.
you yelped at the sudden motion. he continued to keep an uncomfortably tight hold on you and was equally way too close for your liking. "rafe! rafe, stop it!" despite your protest, he still kept you at the short distance. "i'll give you what you want, you fucking tease" he spat in a whisper that you still heard. you tried to push him off you but you were no match for his frame. "quit it! you're scaring me!" you shouted finally.
that made him freeze. his smile suddenly disappeared. you felt him ease up on you but the eye contact grew intense. he stumbled back a bit, that was the alcohol that weakened him. you shuffled back a bit as well. slowly, a small smile appeared on his face, followed by a weak laugh as he proceeded to analyze you. "scaredy cat" he scoffs. you told yourself there was definitely something wrong.
"rafe.." you spoke calmly. he plopped himself down on the couch after grabbing his beer can off the table where he also left some coke residue. "angel" he spoke gently in response, almost to mock you. "why did you call me?" you ask with a wavering voice. his smile left him again. he took a big swig from his can then looked at you intensely with his chin pointed to his chest. his knee bounced rapidly. "you're acting weird you- you're grabbing me and you're drinking and-.. i- i mean what does that mean when you call me?.. what is it that you want from me?" you ask desperately worried about him. you even dared move closer to him.
"that shit you pulled.. earlier" you could've sworn his voice got ten times deeper. he crushed the can with one fist and threw it aside. "it was low.. and you're gonna make it up to me. yeah?" there was no calm in him anymore. his stillness accentuated any amount of anger he had in him, which was a lot. "but.. you said it was okay" you recall. "if i hadn't said that, would you be here?" he spat.
your eyes widen for a second. "you need help, rafe" you shook your head worriedly. he simply laughed at your remark. this wasn't the first time someone had said that to him. the blond stood up and made a motion with his hand inviting you to move closer and so you did, not wanting him to fall or anything. "i need help, right?.." you felt both his hands slide onto your hips and tug at your skirt. with every pull, it felt as if your skirt was practically pushing itself off of you.
"then help me" he whispered. you felt him make his way into your panties and the skirt wasn't even fully off. you opened your mouth to protest but his fingers were already in motion. his heart was beating fast and his movement got stronger.
before you knew it, your clothes were tossed and so was his.
and your skirt was lying shredded on the ground.
divider by cursed-carmine
btw the skirt is a metaphor for something..