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rafe cameron x reader

Summary: What if you were the one who saved Sarah from drowning instead of Topper? Unfortunately, being the hero comes with consequences in risking your own life at the hands of Rafe Cameron.  part one -> HERE ⚠️warnings⚠️: dead dove, do not eat, 18+ content, mommy kink asfff, smut (dubcon), mentions of murder & blood, drug usage, violence, language, kidnapping, manipulation, gaslighting, gun violence, childhood trauma, stockholm syndrome (ish), angst

As uncomfortable as you were, you eventually fell asleep. Waking up every now and then to make sure that you were still alive. You knew it was morning time when birds started to chirp outside. It was hard for you to process how you ended up in this situation.

One minute you were running an errand for your dad, and the next you were running for your life. You can't even imagine the amount of messages your parents and friends had sent you. Since Rafe took your phone, you could only assumed that he messaged them on your behalf, telling them that everything was fine. You pondered about your next concern when a sudden rattle shook the door.

Scrambling back to a fetal position, you pretended to fall asleep. Rafe entered the room with heavy footsteps, stalking closer to you.

Rafe looks you over, studying your current state. You were blindfolded, your wrists were bound together, and lastly you smelled like dirt and asphalt. From Rafe's point of view, you looked like a hot mess.

And while you couldn't see it now, he looked like one too. It was safe to say that Rafe hasn’t gotten proper sleep over the past few days. From crashing on Barry’s couch, to traveling to different countries with his dad, Rafe’s health has gone downhill. Not to mention that his dinner these days consisted of coke and whiskey.

He cleared his scratchy throat.

“I didn’t want to do this to you, but you left me with no choice.”

You controlled your breathing, enough to not make it obvious that you were awake. He hesitated to touch the scar on your forehead from when you collapsed, and immediately pulled his hand away. He removed the blindfold from your eyes. The morning sun blazing down on you, causing you to squint. It took you a while to adjust to the room’s lighting, but the first thing you noticed was how Rafe looked at you. He appeared more restless than angry or upset. And for a second there, you swore you saw a hint of guilt in his eyes.

“I brought you some food. Figured you were hungry” his voice echoed the room.

A paper bag was placed on the nightstand beside you. The aroma of pancakes and bacon filled your senses as your stomach grumbled. It's been hours since the last time you've eaten.

A small nod was all you gave him before turning your head away. There wasn’t much to say anyways.

"Thanks for keeping me alive."

"Can you let me go?"

"I won’t tell anyone!"

Those are just useless remarks that won't make Rafe budge.

“Look, what happened last night wasn’t supposed to happen.”

You slowly turned your head back towards him, as that caught your attention.

Rafe kneels next to the bed, reaching out his hand to touch your arm. You flinched immediately, causing Rafe to back up. He raises his hands up in defense, proving that he wasn’t a threat.

“I-i just lost control over myself, and I didn’t expect you to be there” He runs his hands through his hair.

JJ's theory then enters your mind.

"Remember, Pogue pass!"

You scrunched your face at that. “So, if I wasn’t there… you would’ve killed Sarah. Is that what you’re saying?”

Rafe's eyebrows furrow. Shocking him that you would even accuse him of such a thing.

“What? No! no. Sarah wanted to hurt me! She wanted to take what’s mine!” He attempted to raise his voice, but an abrupt cough stopped him.

You shifted uncomfortably at his contradictory response. “You pointed a gun at me, Rafe. Do you have an excuse for that?”

Rafe's patience was running thin. He raised his hands in disbelief at all these accusations you're throwing at him. How come nobody takes my side for once? He thought.

“No, y/n I don't. But I’m not the guy that you- or everyone thinks I am." He wipes his nose with the back of his hand. "You'll see."

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Rafe dedicated the rest of the day to “watch over you”. He knew that he couldn’t keep you for long before the police and your family started questioning about your whereabouts. Not to mention the rest of the Pogues sticking their nose into his fucking business. But in order for Rafe to prove that he’s not the “monster” that you think he is, your abductor decided to remove the zip ties from your hands and allowed you to use the bathroom to clean yourself up. Though that didn't mean that you were entirely free. You were only allowed in the bedroom, while the rest of the beach house was off limits. And the moment you got out of the shower, he was watching you like a hawk. Even suggested to watch you dress just in case you “pulled some bullshit” on him. You stated how that's totally unnecessary, but Rafe was unconvinced.

"You should be grateful that I'm letting you shower" he fired back.

Scoffing at his demand, you dropped your towel, exposing your naked body to him. You quickly dressed yourself with the clothes that he provided for you. Which was a navy blue tee that had a sunset on it, and a pair of black gym shorts. Rafe watched your every move, making your heart race at his predatory stare. Let alone, how he was ogling at your tits. The way they bounced when you pulled his t-shirt over your head. How beautiful and soft they looked under it. A visible tenting started to form on his jeans, making him painfully hard at the sight of you. Once you were done dressing up, Rafe had to turn around to adjust himself.

He might as well put a leash on you for how close he wanted you to him.

Rafe didn't mention Sarah at all. But the reason why he left the previous night was so see what ended up happening to her. It was confirmed that a fisherman saw her as he got off his boat and brought her to the hospital. She's now in a coma under critical conditions due to the head injury that Rafe caused her. And as fucked up as it sounds, it saved his ass.

You munched on your breakfast, while Rafe installed the new security system in the room. As he got to work, you noticed how fatigue and pale he's gotten. Even placing the alarm on top of the door had him breaking a sweat. You counted how many times he wiped his forehead, which was about 10 times. Not to mention the excessive over-the-counter meds and cough syrup that he dumped all over the floor. It was obvious that he just grabbed whatever he could find at the pharmacy. You hummed at the sight of this. Of course he’s not some immortal vampire, but it was strange to see Rafe so…weak. You wanted to laugh at how even the most toughest, violent people can get the flu.

“Are you sick?” you blurted out.

Rafe looked at you like you were the crazy one.

“No y/n, I’m not sick” He lifts his palm up in annoyance.

More sweat trickled down his forehead and towards his neck. You stood up from where you were sitting and placed the back of your hand on his forehead.

“What the-“ he weakly attempted to push your hand away.

“Rafe, you’re burning up” you solemnly said.

He looked everywhere else in the room, but you. His sweaty bangs clung onto his forehead as he continued to shiver. He pulled the same North Face grey jacket closer towards his body.

“Hello? Did you hear me?” You sarcastically waved at him. “Let me help you.”

A confused expression flashes on his face.

“A-and wh-why would you want do that, huh? Don't you hate me? You probably want me dead after what I-I did to Sarah.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose out of frustration. “Jesus, Rafe. Can I not be a decent human being?"

Looking down on the ground, you added, “And I … still don’t understand why you did that to her.” Confusion filled your mind as to why he even attempted to drown Sarah.

He shuts his eyes at that. More shivering and chattering releases from his body as he regretted bringing his sister up.

Rafe’s hand continued to shake as he grabbed his water bottle from the nightstand. Taking a big gulp from it, he grimaced when pain shot up from his throat.

“I don’t need your help” he mumbled. He then goes back to work on the alarm system when a loud exasperated sigh leaves you.

Rafe Cameron was a lot of things, but his stubbornness was like pouring salt on a wound.

“If you die, then who's Shoupe going to blame? Me, the Pogue! So can you just stop what you're doing and let me handle this?” Your chest rose up and down heavily. Rafe stops mid-way, not expecting that meltdown from you. He slowly drops the last piece of the alarm, and made his way towards you.

After experiencing the most stressful 24 hours of your life, you craved for at least some control. Even if that meant placing a cooling pack on Rafe Cameron’s forehead.

Rafe doesn’t remember the last time that he got sick, or even the last time he got taken cared by someone who wasn’t his mom. Mrs. Cameron was the most caring person that Rafe has ever met. She would take care of him when he would get sick as a child. Making sure he finished every drop of that nasty cherry cough syrup that he despised. But Rafe would easily comply, as long as it made his mom happy. “So you can be strong to play at the park again!” she would say to him. Afterwards, she would reward Rafe with his favorite orange popsicle to suppress the bitter taste of the medicine.

And if Rafe continued his good behavior, Mrs. Cameron would take him to the store to pick out a new toy. Those were the best memories that he had with his mom. But when there’s good, there’s also the bad. Along with taking the horrible cough medicine, the one thing that Rafe hated the most was getting fever dreams. It always consisted of somebody dying and leaving him to be all alone. He would wake up with cold sweat, screaming for his mom to come and comfort him. She would bust through his door in seconds, and without a doubt hold him to calm him down.

“Oh my baby! You’re okay, mommy’s here.”

But ever since she’s been gone, Ward refused to comfort him like how his mom would. Saying that it was “just a dream”, and to “man up” at such a young age. But when Sarah would get sick, Ward would be at her bedside giving her the same treatment that his mom once gave him. And that made Rafe's blood boil with jealousy. So from that moment forward, Rafe swore to himself that he’ll keep healthy to avoid those fever dreams.

Well, up until now.

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“You know, you were always my favorite out of all my sister’s friends.”

You rung the excess water of the soaked rag back into the basin of water. Placing the small towel on his forehead.

“We barely spoke, Rafe. You were always intoxicated when I saw you” you said, confused as to why he even brought that up.

Rafe picks at a small thread on the mini sofa, contemplating his thoughts.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t watching.”

You went quiet, not knowing what to say next. But this whole JJ theory of Rafe giving you the “Pogue pass” has been gnawing at you all day.

Hesitantly, you say, “Actually, it’s funny that you say that. JJ told me this crazy theory that you have a soft spot for me or something” You lazily wave your hand up in the air, indicating how ridiculous that sounded.

Rafe’s expression darkened. You mentioning JJ was like a threat to him. “Don’t. Don’t mention that Pogue bastard right now”, He snapped. His tone vulgar, like he ate something bad and spat it out.

You froze in place, wanting to take back what you said.

“He didn’t mean it in a bad way, Rafe. I didn’t even believe him. And don’t call him that, you know I’m also a Pogue” You defended.

Rafe scratches his chin seeing your reaction to his comment. He suddenly grabs both of your hands, stopping you from picking up another towel.

“No, I know that. I just don’t like it when people talk about me, you know?” His hands tightly gripping yours now.

You gently nodded, wanting to escape out of his hold. “Yeah of course. I do too.”

Rafe’s blue orbs stares you down, scanning your face once again. He finally releases your hands. “See, you get it” he says, shrugging. Silence fell over you two, while tension clouded the air. You then motioned him to give you his arm so you could start wiping them.

“It’s not a theory, by the way” Rafe mutters quietly. You looked up at him, hoping he could repeat what he said.

“I’ve always liked you, y/n. You were the kindest one out of all of them.”

Your face started to flush, it almost felt as hot as his temperature. It was one thing to hear it from somebody else, but since Rafe confirmed it, you didn’t know what to think. Did he always feel like this towards you? Who else did he treat this way? Does that mean that you’re safe from him?

You cleared your throat, trying to cover up your awkwardness.

“Uh, okay. I have to get your back now. Can you take off your shirt?” You instructed him.

He cocks his head to the side, moving forward on the sofa. He pulls off his shirt from grabbing it from the back. His defined abs and muscles were now present for you to touch.

“Your turn”, a cocky smirk grew on his face.

You threw the wet rag at his chest.

“Do that shit yourself!” you appalling said.

A light chuckle flows out of him, something so rare for you to hear.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry. Okay i’ll behave now.”

Blushing at this little interaction, you were more than grateful that his back was now facing you. Rafe would have definitely teased you about it. As you started to wipe down his muscular back in long slow strokes, you felt his muscles flex when you traced the edges of his back.

"Relax, Rafe" You reminded him, which he immediately did after saying so. While you proceeded to cool him down, you observed the rest of his body. You bit your lip at how big and tall he was. You would be lying if you said he wasn't attractive. Rafe's appearance has certainly changed over the past few months. For starters, he stopped abusing his hair gel. Now, he went for a more messy curtain bangs hairstyle that sculpted his facial features perfectly. And you couldn't ignore how his biceps looked like they were going to pop out from his stupid polo shirts. So it was a no brainer that Rafe worked out religiously, considering how the Cameron’s own a private gym in their home.

Shifting slightly from where you were sitting, your hand started to pick up the pace. But that didn't help the perverted thoughts from invading your mind. You fantasized about scratching his back while he was pressed on top of you. Your long manicured nails causing red marks all over him, marking him as your territory. And how he would grind himself further and further into you, making you scream his name in pleasure.

“Rafe! I need more of you!” you would whine.

He would start whispering into your ear, talking about how good you’re doing for him. Allowing your legs to wrap around his waist, so he could continue to fuck the hell out of you. Your pussy started to throb, causing you squeeze your thighs together to suppress the pain. Or how Rafe would-

“You okay? You went quiet” Rafe said, breaking your dirty sexual thoughts about him. He turned his head around to face you, blinking at your dreamy expression.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Guess I’m just tired” You gulped at your embarrassingly twisted thoughts, which made your head go dizzy.

“Cmon, let’s take a nap right here” Rafe suggested, patting the sofa so you can lay right next him.

The idea didn’t seem all too bad. Although he was still lethargic, he was no longer burning up. And the both of you were in deep need of sleep after everything that happened. You agreed to his suggestion, making yourself comfortable as you settled beside him. You thought about how he admitted that he liked you, so you were no longer in his bad graces.

“Here, take these”, you hand him two pills to overcome his sickness for good. He pops them in his mouth and washes it down with water. He slowly closes his eyes as he lays his head on your shoulder. Rafe has never looked so peaceful before, and it felt nice to just relax for once. Everything felt normal, like how it should be.

Until...it wasn't.

Flashbacks of last night started to rush to your mind. The way Sarah’s life was threatened by her own brother. His gun aimed directly at your head while you begged him for mercy. How he tied and locked you up, only letting you out because he needed someone to take care of him. Everything that you thought about, made you realize that this wasn’t okay at all. You should not be nice to Rafe. You should not be taking care of him. And most definitely, you should not be cuddling next to him! What would your friends think? How about Sarah? Was she even alive?

You slowly removed yourself from the couch, careful not to wake him. But the invisible leash that he put on you earlier had you reeling back in. A sudden cool hand engulfed your wrist, preventing you from going any further.

“Mhm. Where you going?” Rafe questions, his voice soft and sleepy.

You attempt to steady your voice from panicking.

“Rafe, hey. Uh, just go back to sleep” you reassured him.

Rafe was now fully alert with your sudden change of position. He sat up from his sleeping spot, and stares at you like you’re a painting on the wall.

“Y/n… Where were you going?” he repeats himself, but with more of a deep and low rumble.

“Nowhere, I was staying right here” you lied.

Rafe abruptly banged his fist on the sofa's arm rest, causing you to flinch.

“You were going to leave me were you? Leave me like the rest of them!” pool of tears started to flood his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that you never got to see naturally because they were always blown up from drugs.

“Rafe this isn’t right! You almost killed Sarah! An-and you pointed a gun at me!” Your voice broke down at each word that you managed to spit out.

Rafe lunges towards you, engulfing your hands with his. “I thought we passed this? Don’t you understand that I care about you now?” Rafe grabs your chin to look up at him, but you shook your head, refusing to even look in his direction.

Rafe slid down to his knees to match your height. His hands clutching your waist, already causing red handprints on them from his possessive grasp.

“Listen to yourself, Rafe! Nothing is going to fix this!”

You tried to push him away from you, but he didn’t move, not even an inch. Rafe started talking to himself, begging to not be alone.

“Please, I can’t be alone anymore. I- I can’t!”

Rafe then lifts your shirt, planting wet sloppy kisses on your abdomen, making his way down towards your pelvis.

His desperation for love made your heart wrench.

Rafe slowly stands up, backing you towards the bed. And with a little more force, he cages you beneath him.

You shrieked from the sudden impact that your body made to the bed.

“You got your strength back” You gasped, holding in a sob.

Rafe started to cradle your face, using his thumb to swipe your swollen lips. A mischievous smirk formed on his face as he inched closer and closer.

“Well, I got the best nurse on the island taking care of me.”

Not waiting any longer, Rafe crashes his lips onto yours. His soft lips drunkenly danced against yours, as he roughly held you against him.

You squeeze your eyes shut, your body stiffening at his "affection".

“Just let me, please. I won’t hurt you. You know that.” He deepens the kiss further, placing his hands on both sides of your head to trap you in. You slightly opened your mouth to take a deep breath, which gave Rafe's tongue the opportunity to enter your mouth. He removed one hand from the side of your face to take off your gym shorts and panties. He then strips your shirt- or his shirt- off in a second, drooling at the sight of your tits. He goes in to massage your inner thighs first, then making his way down towards your cunt. Your pussy was drenched in seconds, while your stomach twisted in pleasure and panic.

“Oh fuck, Rafe” you arched your back from the bed, a sense of euphoria sneaking up on you as he fastens the pace of fingering your tight pussy.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I got you” Rafe licks against your ear, making you squirm from the wetness.

“Let me be the one to take care of you now.”

The evidence of your arousal echos throughout the room. Your hand clawed at the bedsheets beside you, while your other hand was used to suppress your moans. But, you couldn’t keep quiet, making it hard for you to resist.

“So wet and good for me, baby. But don’t cum for me just yet. I wanna taste you when you do.”

Rafe lowers himself onto you, not breaking any eye contact. His intense gaze causes your nerves to jolt.

He licks his lips before attacking your wet sensitive pussy. Looking at you like you're his last meal. Rafe attaches his tongue on to you, his skilled technique causes your legs to shake tremendously. He creates swirls around your folds first, then licking each side back and forth.

Rafe frowns at the way you're covering your mouth. He shoots his hand out to pull yours away.

"If I don't hear you scream, you won't cum. You understand? It's just us here, baby. Be as loud as you want."

Your cheeks started to warm as you obeyed to his command. "Yeah, yeah okay."

"Good girl." Rafe directs your hand to his hair instead, giving you the chance to pull and tug on it. After teasing you, he finally goes to your clit. You whimpered, an explosive feeling that you've been anticipating for. Yanking on Rafe's hair, you felt his smile grow inside of you.

"Rafe! Oh, fuck me!” Your body felt like it was on fire.

"Fuck you? You want me to fuck you?" He taunts. You almost came in his mouth right then and there.

He sucked on your aching clit, while you grabbed your tits for more. Overstimulated by the pleasure, you felt yourself about to cum. And Rafe being...Rafe, he decided to spit directly inside of you. Tongue fucking you with his saliva and your cum all at once. Which was ultimately your breaking point. You moaned on the top of your lungs, too much pleasure taking over you like a tidal wave. Your tits bounced up and down while you released yourself into Rafe's mouth. As he was saturated with your juices, he licked every drop out of you. "That's it, cum all over my mouth" He praises.

"I'm not letting you rest, baby. Still gotta fuck you" Rafe pulls off his jeans, his large bulge already rubbing on you through his boxers. You were tired of his teasing, so you pulled down his boxers for him. He displays a playful smirk at your reaction to his hard cock being bigger than your hand. Rafe aligns himself up to you, rubbing himself onto your drenched cunt first. "Yeah, right there", he coos. He slaps his cock onto your pulsating cunt, then finally pushes himself into your opening. "This Pogue pussy so tight for me, yeah?" he exhales. A loud yelp escapes you, Rafe's cock stretches you out so good. He starts to pick up his pace, pumping himself into you. A 'gooey' sound bounces off the walls every time his cock disappears into your pretty cunt. You lift your legs to pull him closer, wrapping yourself around Rafe's waist like a present.

"Shit Rafe! Oh, that feels so good" You breathlessly moaned out. You started to rub his sculpted back up and down, feeling him clench himself around you. And without you knowing it, you were digging your nails into Rafe, marking him with your touch. Red scratches start to form from his shoulders down to his tailbone. You repeatedly scream his name, letting everyone on the island know that Rafe Cameron is fucking you. Rafe sucked on your neck that left purple bruises down to your breasts. "You're doing so good for me" He whispers, leaving a sloppy wet trail of kisses down your neck. The same warm feeling of sensation grows deeper as you grind yourself inside of him. Moving your hips at the same time as Rafe, he starts to whimper.

"Oh fuck, fuck I'm coming. Let me cum inside of you. I-I need you."

You jerk your head up and down, ready to take his cum too.

"Cum into me! Baby, I need you inside of me!"

You both arrive at the same time. Rafe's cum fires inside of you, filling up your walls. While you coat his dick with your creamy juices. "There's my girl, that's it" he praises once more. You fell silent, grabbing a blanket from the floor to wrap yourself up.

“How did I do, baby? Was it what you imagined?”

You blink rapidly, as you came back from your high off Rafe's cock. Your chest heaved up and down when you realized what you've done.

"Oh my god Rafe, I-"

"I love you too” He interjects, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek before making his way towards the bathroom.

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Rafe throws his head back. Your soft gentle hand pumps his hard long cock. The wet sensational noise fills the room, and his pretty moans with it. You look up at him, batting your lashes while you give him your best “fuck me” eyes that almost had him cumming all over your face.

“Baby, put me in your mouth. You can take me, can’t you?”

You nodded, replacing your hand with your sweet mouth, taking his entire length in one go. His pre-cum making contact with your watery mouth. Rafe bucked his hips faster at the same time you sucked him. His cock disappearing into you as he abused your mouth.

“Lemme move this for you” Rafe grabs your hair in a fist, pulling on it each time he feels like he's about to cum.

A deep moan escapes you. Your warm tongue sucks his cock like it’s a lollipop.

“You fuck my mouth so good, Rafe!”

You took his tip over and over, not taking him out once to even breathe. You smile to yourself as you scraped your teeth a little, just the way he likes it.

And that sent Rafe over the edge.

“Fuck! me baby. I’m coming. I’m coming!”

Rafe’s load fills your mouth, warm and sticky cum shooting down your throat. And like the dirty girl that you are, you swallowed all of it. More of his extra juices dripped down your chin, so you took your ring finger to wipe it off to smear it all over your perfectly plumped tits.

You were about to change positions, before Rafe suddenly stops you. Rafe grips your thighs while he towers over you on the bed. Holding the back of your neck so you only look at him.

"Once I get rid of Sarah, that Pogue bastard JJ, and the rest of them, it’ll just be you and I, y/n. I know you think I'm this terrible guy, but I promise you I'm not. I know you don’t want to be like them.”

You look up at him with the same "fuck me eyes", nodding at him like he was your savior.

"You're mine, yeah?"

"I'm only yours" You repeat back to him.

He pulls you closer by your neck, kissing you so hard that he start to growl. His teeth comes into contact with yours as he bruises your lips. You break the kiss, giggling as you push him down onto the bed. You then go on top of his thigh, while you start to grind on him. You shamelessly moan his name over and over.

“Rafe! Oh Rafe! Rafe!”

You used your hands to massage your breasts as they juggle in his direction. Rafe hums seeing you in such a vulgar state. It was like he was dreaming to see you like this. A fantasy he couldn’t even comprehend.

“Keep going, baby. Keep soakin' up my thigh" He swipes his tongue on his bottom lip.

An idea suddenly pops in your head, causing you to slow down. A teasing smirk plays on your face.

“I have a surprise for you” you cheer so sweetly. Rafe loved it when you were his biggest cheerleader.

“Oh yeah? What is it baby” Rafe props himself up with his elbows, intrigued by your next act.

You bit on your lip, laying gently on your back. “Ready?” you say with a giggle. You opened your legs like an elevator, exposing your pretty pussy to him. Rafe’s mouth gapes open, his cock still painfully hard from when you sucked it. He then goes on all fours, crawling towards your hot dripping cunt. Rafe couldn't wait any longer to insert himself into you and come all over of your insides. As he inched closer, a gush of water started to flow out of you.

Panic started to rise in him.

“Ar-are you okay?” he worriedly asked.

By the time you answered, a big wave of water comes out of you, causing him to fly backwards into a deep container of water. Rafe quickly swims to the top of the container, breathing heavily to catch his breath. As he started to breathe normally, he was suddenly pushed down again. Seeing his little sister, Sarah, with her hands around his neck. She forcefully holds him down, cutting off his airways. Rafe claws at her arms, screaming at her to stop. But it was no use, Rafe’s lungs were already filled with water. A sinister grin appeared on Sarah's sweet face as she walked away. Rafe’s eyes were left open as he stared into darkness. His soul watching himself die a miserable and lonely death. But then, a ray of light beamed down, making the darkness disappear. Sunshine appeared as you entered the room. Your eyes were swollen from crying so much, but the heat dried your tears immediately. You brought him flowers, a perfect shade of blue that matches with his eye color. Once you placed the flowers directly on his chest, you planted a sweet kiss on top of his forehead.

“Goodbye, Rafe.”

Before walking away, you picked something else from the ground. A black rectangular object fitting perfectly in your hands, all nice and sleek. With the initials R.C engraved on the trigger. Not wasting anymore time, you aim the gun at Rafe's head. A loud *boom* echoes, causing the water to ripple. The container overflowed with red, scarlet liquid.

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“Y/N! No!” Rafe shoots up from his bed. His chest heavy and wet from all the sweat. Fear rises in him as he searches his surroundings. But instead of seeing the devil waving at him in Hell, Rafe was safe in his room. He cursed to himself when he realized that it was indeed just a fever dream. Rafe lifts his hand to wipe his forehead, but something was stopping him. He looks down, seeing that his hands were tied together.

“The fuck?” he groans to himself. A whimper escapes him as he felt soreness radiating off his wrists.

Rafe rotates himself to the right side of the bed. Seeing an empty bed and wrinkled sheets, a spot that you were supposed to be in. He then attempts to stand up, but his ankles were tied up as well.

“Real kinky, y/n! You can come out now!” a crazed chuckle escapes him. Seconds had passed, and there was no indication that you were there. Rafe waited a bit longer, and still, the Cameron beach house remained silent as it was. Then, a heavy breeze enters the room, catching Rafe's attention. He turns his head to where it was coming from, seeing how the bedroom window was left wide open.

“Y/N!” he uses full force to scream now.

“Where the fuck are you!” Rafe’s face flushed of red, as he kicked the sheets away from him. His anger slowly turned into laughter, and his laughter turned into tears.

Rafe Cameron was all alone. No one to comfort him as another woman who shown compassionate for him, has left him.

authors note: aww! poor rafey cam cam! ☹️ anyways… LOLOL that’s the end of "Saving me or her?" !! thank you for all the likes and comments on part 1 ;) i finally managed to finish a story and not ghost it !! woo we all cheered !! 🥳 enjoy! (also popped my smut cherry w/ this story...yeah i discovered new things abt myself)

update on part 2: i just finished writing the ending! now i have to go back to proofread/ finish the parts that i’ve saved for later lmaoo (i got excited about the ending) so i can’t wait to see what you guys think!