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I am not his sister. We are not ever REMOTELY related. It is not even a matter of me disowning him for what he's down. It is simple truth. We are not, by blood, related. We were not RAISED together. Our relation? A farce. A legal machination by my... my Father, oh gods... No! Don't get swallowed by the memories! T-The blood. Focus!!

Fafnir is... WAS just one of many promising, talented, ambitious young men with no father's that DEFINITELY were my Father's bastard sons, no really. He most certainly wasn't COLLECTING meritorious youth into our house, under his name, and training them up with his wealth and influence. To bypass the bullshit class system and give them a chance at better lives!

Maybe suggest they pay it forward.

My father would never be so duplicitous. No, no, he was just a very lustful man... that no one ever saw going out to have sex. Who's wife had never been the least bit upset with him. And to whom he was fiercely loyal. Yes. Very, very lustful my father... w-was.

It was just while the family continued it's work on opening up opportunities for the lower classes. Jobs and better quality of life. Hospitals and schools. Fighting against those who benefited from nothing changing. It was slow. Like pulling teeth. The work of lifetimes, he'd said. I... I was expected to help continue it.

I'd been GLAD too. So utterly RELIEVED I was reborn into a house with some fucking sense of RESPONSIBILITY. Duty and honor and taking care of people! Building up social services! I had grand plans. Even after recognizing, a little alarmed, that I was on the fringe of a god damned OTOME game of all things.

One I barely remembered. Had played, loved most likely, as a preteen. A literal lifetime ago.

It didn't effect me, right? I wasn't here for boys or parties. Politics or fanciful dreams. Let someone else have their lace filled, flower coated, high drama adventures of love. I had late night paperwork and community research. Surprise to orphanages and hospitals to insure their was no corruption or mischief going on.

That one health clinic in Oakworth that took forever to get going.

Except...

Except??

Fafnir was a capture target! Which is why it took me forever to realize. As he had been so very small and filthy at first. Then merely small and in poor health. Short hair because his poor hair had been beyond saving. We passed by each other. Nodded, maybe exchanged pleasantries, but did not truely interact.

He lived in the dorms. I lived in the main house. He was basicly a student my father was paying to have taught, using our name. I was my father's actual daughter. We may have LEGALLY been related. LEGALLY brother and sister. But in actuality? We were no such thing.

Honestly, most of the "Sons"? Kept their original last names in day to day life.

Or at least... they did.

I.. I think I had shit taste, as a preteen. That or my luck has finally run out. Maybe it was my family's fortune, that finally could no longer best the odds. After all, there is always one. That ONE soul. Who sees something good and doesn't care about anything or anyone but themselves. Ruins things for everyone.

As long as they get their's, right?

A sea of motivated and ambitious young men. Trying to change their station in life. Have Better and MORE. Change the world around them. Leave their marks. Is... ha! Is it any wonder, in hindsight, that our luck eventually gave out? It was always going too. I guess Fafnir just wanted MORE.

He was supposed to go to the Royal Academy, fall in love. Compete against prince's and duke's, knights and heirs to merchant companies. All for the heart of the only daughter of a Ducal house, that had been (of course) raised by peasants. A carriage accident and presumed death cliché.

I honestly couldn't even remember his route. I might have read about it. But had never PLAYED it. He had had short hair, all but two had. So I played the foriegn prince route, even though he was kind of an ass. He was a handsome one at least. At least to me. It was just, I had never... still never...

I liked men with long hair.

Something which I had never told anyone.

Yet? As Fafnir grew? He did not transition into the character I remembered, like the others had. He grew his hair out. Became not only fiercely protective of it, but invested in higher quality products to care for it. Discovered my favorite perfume maker and commissioned a cologne for himself, that would mix well with the scent I always wore. Systematically tracked down each and everything I've ever liked, behind my back, to consume and memorize every facet of them.

I was blind to it.

My Father was not.

And... a-and... it cost him his life.

Father was not pleased with want he saw. But assumed it was a crush at first. We were young after all. Young people do weird, awkward, over the line things. Are learning about boundaries even as they grapple with sudden floods of hormonal shifts. A terrible time, really. It could be excused. As long as it didn't go TOO far. So long as someone sat Fafnir down for a talk.

They did.

He got more subtle.

A cycle developed. One my Father was not pleased to see. Fafnir would cross boundaries, be caught, get scolded, and contritely apologize... then get more subtle in his approach. Be more clever. As though all he had learned was "don't get caught". and "if you want to get, what you want to have, you need to have the skills to get passed us."

He grew concerned. Eventually, alarmed. I had thought nothing of it, back then, because "of COURSE he was supposed to go" to the Royal Academy? But... we honestly, really, Truely? HADN'T sent anyone there before. And there HAD been far more skilled boy then him. Prodigies.

But... my favorite ribbon necklace had gone missing.

From the room where I slept.

Overnight.

My Father took one look at Fafnir's pleased expression amongst the chaos and needed no further proof. He would not kick him out. Far too dangerous, he thought. But he WOULD send him away. Now?

Now I wish he'd risked it. Because... because everyone was dead. Struck down by the monster we let into our home. And by ancient law, which we both KNEW he was planning to exploit? This was a... a "family matter". Because, after all, we WERE legally family. Members of the same House.

"Such hesitation, Sister. You'd think I was a threat." He muses into his cup of tea, swirling it lightly. His eyes flit back to me, lips curling just slightly. "Don't worry, though. I understand completely. I would never hurt you."

But he would hurt others. He already has. Most of them didn't survive it. Ha ha... like a brutal yank on some unseen leash. I want to cry. Not sure if this is what shock feels like. But yes, thank you, for the lovely remind, Fafnir. That you have filled my home with bodies. The corpses of those I loved.

I use what little dignity I have left to walk forward and sit down.

Oh look, he has utterly ruined all my favorite things in one blow. There, my favorite tea. That, my favorite flower. Across the table my favorite snacks. Even a few favorite fruits. A dish or two. My favorite cup. And now? N..NOW? All I will every be able to associate with them is death. The stench of copper and the horror of this moment.

The joy of them is gone.

"See? Isn't that better? No more standing awkwardly to the side. Now we can sit, face to magnificent face. I've brought you a few things I know you'll enjoy. Isn't that nice? I've wanted to do this for the longest time." He sighs in contentment, as though this were no more then a matter of busy schedules and social anxiety. "And now? Now we are finally together. Siblings for now, but I am working to fix that. And if i can't, well..."

His smirk was a thing of nightmares.

Kyle always carried an air of uncertainty about him—tall and lanky, seemingly unsure as he shielded himself with self-deprecating humor. His peculiarities earned him the label of an eccentric both at the cut and Figure 8. Yet, amidst the collective judgment, you found his goofiness endearing and cute.

When he finally asked you out, you agreed. The first date was a grand gesture: roses upon arrival, a beach picnic, and moon gazing beneath the stars. Despite his awkwardness, the evening resonated with romance, eliciting a flutter in your heart.

As your relationship with Kyle unfolded, it seemed healthy, or at least you believed it to be until the day you discovered him in bed with Ella Mae. Ella, your neighbor, cherished by her parents and yours, and seemingly adored by the entire town. Sometimes it felt as if she were the complete opposite of you, and oftentimes it made you feel…small.

She carried the reputation of a sweet soul—a hardworking and generous heart. Yet, for you, she was a tormentor, making your entire school experience and parts of your adult life a living hell. Kyle understood this; he knew that, behind closed doors, her ultimate mission was to bring you utter misery. Countless times, you'd rush to him in tears after a negative interaction with her, and yet, he chose to betray you with her.

Her life's apparent purpose seemed solely to make yours as miserable as possible. Fortunately, your friends usually paid her no mind. However, if you were honest with yourself, they rarely paid you much attention either. You were convinced that if you were to vanish the next day, they wouldn't even notice.

Perhaps that's why you called them your friends; your connection with them was so delicate that there was no way for Ella Mae to steal them from you, and that clearly frustrated her. Admittedly, you couldn't deny feeling some satisfaction from her frustration.

On a visit to Kyle's home, as you typically did, you let yourself in. Walking through the house, you heard noises from his room. Upon opening the door, there they were—both naked, covered by a flimsy sheet.

To add insult to injury, Ella Mae had the audacity to scream at you about disrespecting their privacy.

Initially, heartbreak struck with a visceral force, the painful sensation of your heart cracking under the weight of betrayal. Then, a sinking feeling settled in your stomach, morphing the pain into a profound sense of disgust. The urge to cry and retch overwhelmed you simultaneously. In response, you released a scream and bolted out, your body trembling with a tumult of emotions, leaving you grappling with the intensity of the moment.

As the day unfolded, you wandered aimlessly across the island, a heavy sense of isolation and desolation weighing on your shoulders. The remnants of dread, disgust, and heartbreak clung to you like a relentless shadow. Kyle, in the cruelest of betrayals, had wounded you deeply, fully aware of the history you shared with Ella. The ache of the betrayal persisted, refusing to dissipate.

The image of Kyle's smug expression and the pity evident in his eyes when you stumbled on them replayed in your mind like a haunting loop. Tears streamed down your face, and the pain seemed insurmountable. A glance at your phone revealed two missed calls—one from your mother and the other from Kyle. His text attempted to explain, claiming he never meant to hurt you. According to him, Ella had come over to discuss the situation between you two, and he, naively or deliberately, played the role of a mediator. Unexpectedly, emotions blossomed between them.

Confusion enveloped you like a shroud, prompting you to send a question you feared would unveil more hurt than you could bear: 

'How long has this been going on?'

The response struck like a thunderbolt:

'A few months.'

A few months? The revelation left you paralyzed, unable to conjure a response. Just a short while ago, Kyle had taken you on a special date in the marshes, serenading you with what you believed to be a heartfelt, loving tune. The stark contrast between that cherished memory and the horrifying reality had anger boiling within you, a tempest of emotions threatening to consume everything in its path.

Dialing your mother's number, you mustered the strength to articulate the pain that now permeated your being, the wounds Kyle had callously inflicted. To your surprise, your mother already knew, calmly stating that Kyle didn't intend to hurt you and somehow still harbored feelings for you. As she explained that Kyle's connection with Ella seemed to be progressing, she suggested an amicable withdrawal, acknowledging that perhaps you and Kyle were not meant to be together.

Her words, though meant to bring solace, only intensified the agony. How could these people, who claimed to be your family and to have love for you, be capable of such heartless actions? Your mother continued to speak, but her words became distant echoes as the pain tightened its grip on your chest. Unable to bear the weight of it all, you abruptly ended the call, the abruptness mirroring the shattering of your trust.

Through blurry, tear-filled eyes, you texted Sarah, seeking refuge from the turmoil. Her affirmative response brought a momentary sense of relief, even though she wasn't home at the moment.

You didn't want to face those who had so callously turned their allegiance, their pitying gazes cutting through you like a blade. The betrayal stung deeper because they were supposed to be your established relationships. In a desperate attempt to escape, you made your way to Sarah's, craving the solace of a friend who wouldn't scrutinize you with judgment or abandon you in your moment of vulnerability.

When arriving at Sarah's home, the distant thump of music reached your ears, but Sarah's car was absent from the driveway. You assumed she had invited everyone over, and they were also awaiting her arrival. The open door granted you entry, and as you ventured into the living room where the music emanated, a jolt of shock coursed through you at the sight of Rafe, Topper, and Kelce.

Your blood ran cold as all three pairs of eyes locked onto you. The room was a chaotic tableau of liquor, drugs, and various substances, heightening the unease pulsing through your chest.

Fear mingled with heartbreak as you observed the trio. While Kelce and Topper were generally harmless in their own right, Rafe was a different story. His history of bullying, the tense interactions with your friends, and the traumatic incident at the last OBX bonfire where he violently confronted you lingered as haunting memories. Each glance from him felt like a threat, a promise of impending harm.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Rafe's voice cut through the room, loud and intimidating, as he rose to approach you.

"S-Sarah said I could come over," you whimpered, your voice small and tremulous. Despite your attempts to back away, Rafe's advance remained relentless.

"She knows better than to let a bunch of disgusting pogues in the house," he sneered.

In an inexplicable moment, tears erupted from your eyes. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce wore expressions of bewilderment as you succumbed to a breakdown in the heart of the Cameron household. Collapsing to your knees, you clutched your body tightly, desperately trying to make yourself as small as possible.

Nothing seemed to be going right, and this day had reached a new low. Every conceivable emotion violently tore through your body as you pleaded with Rafe, a mantra of "please don't hurt me, I'm sorry" repeating in an unsteady and tearful voice. Waterfalls streamed down your face, the weight of it all becoming unbearable.

Time seemed to stretch, each moment an agonizing heartbeat as you grappled with the aftermath of your emotional breakdown. Topper, with evident uncertainty, broke the uneasy silence, his voice carrying a hint of concern, "Hey, you okay?"

You managed to suppress your sobs, though occasional whimpers betrayed the storm of emotions within. "I'm fine," you hiccupped, your attempt at reassurance falling short.

Rafe, appearing less threatening now, took a step forward, prompting an instinctual shriek from you as you tried to retreat, ending up on the floor. "Chill," he uttered, his voice softer. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Suspicion lingered in your gaze as sniffles continued to wrack your body. An awkward moment of eye contact passed between you and Rafe, but without saying a word, you hastily got up and continued to back away. The discomfort in the air hung heavy, compelling you to remove yourself entirely from the situation.

"I think I'll go wait for Sarah outside," you declared, and without waiting for any response, you briskly walked out of the front door.

The coolness of the evening greeted you, bearable but a stark contrast to the emotional heat indoors. Opting for the back, where the pool was, you settled into a lawn chair. Retrieving your phone, you sent Sarah a quick text: 'How long do you think it'll be before you get here?'

Her response was prompt: 'Something came up, just hang out till I get there.'

A sigh escaped you, choosing not to disclose the unsettling encounter with Rafe. You hoped fervently that he would be gone by the time Sarah returned.

An hour passed, and another message to Sarah went unanswered. Concern began to seep in, compounded by the increasing chill in the air. Fearful of facing the tumultuous atmosphere inside, you hesitated, caught between the discomfort of waiting and the apprehension of returning indoors.

As you sat in the Cameron backyard, contemplating your own struggles, a familiar face appeared at the gate—Butterfly, Topper's new girlfriend. You and Sarah had shared concerns about Butterfly possibly being used by Topper to make Sarah jealous. Despite feeling some pity for her, you were currently immersed in your own emotional turmoil.

"What are you doing out here?" she inquired, a certain understanding in her tone.

"Just waiting for Sarah," you replied, your voice carrying the weight of uncertainty.

She paused, absorbing your words. Despite the limited interactions with Butterfly, you hadn't found her to be judgmental or aloof. Like Sarah, she seemed laid-back, just wanting to enjoy life. Unfortunately, Topper's lingering feelings for Sarah cast a shadow over Butterfly's relationship.

"So she's coming right now?" Butterfly asked, seemingly breaking out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, but she's being held up, so I don't really know how much longer," you explained, subtly hinting that Sarah might not be returning soon.

While you might have once advocated more assertively for Butterfly not to allow Topper to diminish her, the shattered pieces of your heart made empathy the prevailing emotion. The notion that someone you cared about could cause such profound hurt resonated deeply.

"Well, Topper called me over to bring him and Kelce home," Butterfly shared.

"Okay, they should be inside," you pointed toward the house.

"Right then, see you later."

Butterfly hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, uncertainty marking her path into the chaos created by her boyfriend and his friends.

Alone again, you listened to the voices emanating from the front and the fading sounds of a departing car. Another message to Sarah yielded no response. The thought of going home made your stomach churn, yet staying in the chilly air seemed equally unappealing. The dilemma weighed on you—should you tough it out in the cold or face the nauseating prospect of returning home?

You make a decision to head to the Chateau instead. Your mother hated when you hung out with other pogues, so you did your best to appease her while still maintaining your friendships. But at the moment, you could care less about how she felt about the matter. You needed to be with yourself before you could find any courage to face her or even Kyle again.

As you sent a text out to Sarah, the sliding back door opened, and to your surprise, Rafe emerged with two bottles in hand. You immediately rose in his presence, intending to leave.

"It looks like Sarah isn't coming anytime soon, so I think I'll head out," you declared, grabbing your purse to make a quick exit.

"You don't have to," he responded, walking over to you.

"No, it's fine. I don't want to be a burden," you said, starting to back away.

"You're not," he insisted. "So sit," he demanded.

Reluctantly, you retook your seat as Rafe handed you one of the beers. Initially declining, you eventually accepted the cold bottle, shivering from the prolonged exposure to the chilly air.

"So why'd you have your little breakdown?" Rafe asked, catching you off guard.

"What?" you stammered, taken aback by the directness of his question.

"Why did you freak out in the middle of my living room?" he repeated.

Reluctant to answer, you took a sip of the beer to buy yourself some time. "I don't really want to answer that," you finally managed to say.

"Alright," he responded before swiftly moving, placing his drink down and crouching in front of you, and placing his hands on your thighs.

"Look, I know I may seem like an asshole sometimes, but you really had me worried in there earlier," he admitted.

Confused and uncomfortable, you tried to push his hands away, but he persisted. "Hey, hey, hey, relax, okay?" he urged, his hands moving further.

Feeling increasingly uneasy, you stood up, attempting to put some distance between you and Rafe. However, he followed your movements, getting up as well.

"I think I should go," you managed to say, your words slurring together. As you took a step back, your body betrayed you, and you felt yourself falling.

Anticipating the impact, you instead felt a pair of arms wrapping around you. Panicking, you squeaked, "Help!" as your body shivered from the cold.

"Wow, you're freezing," Rafe whispered, though his words sounded distant. "Don't worry, I got you."

Rafes POV

My patience has officially run out, and I’m furious.

I thought I could use Sarah to get my hands on Ladybug but she eventually proved to be worthless. 

I never expected some random old man to play hero once I pounced, but here I was in my room fuming, and without Ladybug to warm my bed.

But I’ll get my hands on her, and she’ll realize that I’m the best she's ever gonna have, I just needed to wait a little longer. 

There's a pounding on my door, breaking me from my thoughts, and before I can think to answer, Sarah comes barging in frantically, looking at something on her phone. 

“John B. is at the beach, I think he’ll be there for a little while, if we hurry we can catch him.”

She’s a mess, she’s been a mess since Johnny Boy got the balls to dump her ass. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love Sarah, she’s my little sister. But I know better than anyone how much of a self-conceited bitch she could really be. 

She’s good at hiding it, I’ll give her that. But now it’s catching up to her, and if I’m being honest I’m proud to be part of her  downfall. Maybe she could benefit from being knocked down a peg or two. 

“What are you talking about?” I asked, agitation lacing my tone. 

She stops to look at me, body still as if shocked to hear me speak before responding. 

“You said you would talk to John B-” 

I held my hand up to keep her from continuing.

“Under the condition that I get Ladybug.” I gesture to the space in my room “Where is she Sarah?”

“You can still have her, but you have to speak to John B. for me please Rafe.” She has her hands clasped together,begging for me to see her way, but I don’t fall for it. 

If I’m being completely honest, all I really care about is getting Ladybug, all this extra shit Sarah had me doing was starting to get on my nerves. 

I sigh standing up to my full height to look down at her. 

“Be honest Sarah, how long had you been fucking Topper, really?”

She’s taken aback by my question. 

“What are you -?” she starts but I interrupt.

“Spare me your bullshit, from one scum to another, how long?” I cut to the chase.

Sarah and Topper had been fraternizing long before I caught them. Topper, though my friend, was truly a pathetic man. 

He started dating Butterfly, when he found out Sarah had been cheating on him with John B. Sarah likes to say that they weren’t together, but that's cause she’s full of shit, considering that they never had a conversation to cement them going their separate ways. 

When he started dating Butterfly there was a shift in Sarah’s attitude, and it was only a matter of time before Topper started spilling the beans about their ‘Secret Relationship’. 

Catching them together in Sarah’s room the night of our house party only confirmed what I already knew. And to be honest the only reason I said anything about it, was because she and John B. were getting in between me and Ladybug. 

Sarah stutters and I just laugh.

“I don’t get it, why don’t you just go back to Topper.” I question crossing my arms over my chest. 

“I don’t want him! And he’s not even answering his phone, I think he blocked me.” her attention pulls back to her phone.

He did block her. 

When I revealed Sarah and Topper's relationship to John, not even a day later, Topper called me in a panic, frantically asking how Butterfly found out and broke up with him over Sarah.

My guess, John B.

One might assume Topper would eagerly reunite with Sarah given the opportunity, but apparently not. Instead, he was focused on damage control with Butterfly, and part of that involved blocking Sarah.

I sigh, grabbing her by the shoulders and gently pushing her out of my room.

“Look Sarah, I think you need time to find yourself and figure out what you want in life.” Once she was out of the door I tried to close it but she pushed her hand against it. 

“I want John B, and I need your help to get him back, you need to take back what you said Rafe!”

“You need to grow the fuck up!” I say slamming the door and locking it in her face. 

Sarah was useless, I needed to find another way to get to Ladybug. 

I laid on my bed as Sarah pounded on my door yelling obscenities at me but she was a lost thought now.

All my focus was now on my Ladybug.

***

The first time I saw Ladybug, there was a huge bonfire at the beach, Pogues, Kooks, Tourons, the works. And there she was, I’d seen her around, but this was the first I actually paid attention to her, and boy did she have my attention. Too bad she had some loser tied to her the whole night, so I let it go, or at least I tried to. 

I may have confronted her and her little boyfriend and caused a scene in front of everyone. I didn’t understand why I did it, at least not until afterwards.

A few weeks later she's in my living room with Sarah and a bunch of other pogues, and the whole thing just rubs me the wrong way. Since then just seeing her face would get a rise out of me. 

Imagine my surprise when she's waltzing in my living room while I’m hanging out with Topper and Kelce. Tail tucked between her legs and the saddest expression I’ve ever seen on her face.

Seeing her in my house with no access to her pissed me off, I asked her why the fuck she was in my house as soon as she said Sarah said she could, I started tearing into her. 

Next thing I know, she’s on her knees balling her eyes out, and if I’m being honest, I started getting hard. 

She looked so small, so vulnerable, so beautiful.

I found myself reaching for her, and before I could take another step, she backed away begging me not to hurt her. Topper asked her if she was ok, and she sniffled a ‘I’m fine’.

I take another step, just wanting to touch her once and she screams out. I tried to calm her down, but she just said something about waiting for Sarah and going outside. 

It was then that I realized my chance. For the next few hours I sat and thought about how I could get in with the pretty girl sitting by my pool.

I remembered a special package of pills that I had stashed away in my room and I couldn’t help but think that this was the perfect time to use them. As soon as Butterfly came over and Topper and Kelce left, I went searching.

When I found them I grabbed 2 heading downstairs to the kitchen to grab 2 bottles of beer. I crushed both and sifted them into one of the bottles, swirling the bottle so the pills could dissolve in the liquid. 

I make my way to the pool, and just as I step outside, Ladybug stands. I convince her to sit back down and hand her one of the bottles. I asked about her little break down, and when she took a swig of the beer my heart skipped a beat. I had her and frankly I didn’t give a fuck about the rest of the conversation, but I needed a bit more time to let the substance settle into her system.

It was only a matter of time before she was in my grasp like putty.

I had her in my bed in no time. 

It was exquisite, despite the lazy movements she was very responsive to my ministrations, by the end of it all we were both naked and covered in a sheen of sweat. I had her again the next day, and something told me to grab her phone and download a tracker on it. The third day early morning, I headed downstairs to grab a couple glasses of water, when I came back, she was gone. 

I was pissed. How dare she fucking leave me?

I rushed to get some clothes hoping to catch her before she disappeared. I spent half the day looking up and down Figure 8 trying to find her, but I never did. 

When I got back home, I slammed my door and screamed out in frustration ready to destroy everything in sight until something on the nightstand catches my eye. 

Her phone, I grab it squeezing it tight. 

I would have her again, I just needed to be patient.

When I managed to give her back her phone, I knew where she was at all times, and it gave me some reassurance about having her again. 

When I finally got to taste her again, it was during an impromptu Cameron house party. This time she was wide awake and the sounds she was making, the way she reacted, how she tightened around me. 

What really got me going was her gorgeous face, from the tears running down her to the pleasure in her eyes. 

I was harder than a brick and I fucked her all throughout the night.

***

I had her again, following her up and down Outer Banks ready to spring at any moment, since the incident with Sarah and the crook, who snatched her up from me.I asked Dad to take care of him. But since then I’ve had to keep a low profile. 

Dad said if I wanted her I needed to chain her up, and never let her go.I had to admit having that conversation with him was difficult because I knew exactly what he meant. 

He allotted mom certain freedoms, and where was she now?

No, I wanted Ladybug and I want to keep her for as long as I could. As soon as I had her in my grasp I was not letting her go, under any circumstances. I would not make the same mistakes Dad did. 

It was easy to get a hold of her again, I admit it was pure luck.

It seemed like the other pogues had their own things going on so she was alone most of the time, and I got the feeling that she was running away from something. She was at the beach, and she stayed there all day. 

I watched as she moved around, swishing thoughts in her own head, completely unaware of my presence. 

When I looked around I realized this was the perfect moment to take her. No one was around, not even the food cart vendors. 

I slowly snuck up behind her , and I was even surprised at how close I got before she even realized that I was there.

I held her tight, holding my hand tightly over her mouth and she immediately started fighting back. 

“Hey, Relax, re-” when she smashed her head against my face, I accidentally let her go. 

Anger overtook my senses, as I chased after her, pain and rage pumping through my veins. When I catch up, I tackle her to the ground, immediately wrapping my hands around her neck from behind. 

I started squeezing. 

“I’m tired of you playing hard to get, if you don’t behave then I’ll make you behave.”

I don’t hear any confirmation as we both struggle so I continue to choke her 

“Answer me, will you behave!?”

Before I know it, her body is limp, and I immediately let go at that realization. She fell head first into the sand. And for a moment there is a pause as I’m putting together the pieces of what just happened. 

I quickly rolled her over, and put my ear to her mouth. When I hear staggered breaths, relief washes over me. I look around the beach, and it’s still empty. So I gather her in my arms and take her to my truck. I finally had her, and nothing would keep us apart this time.

***

It takes her a bit longer than I’d like, to open her eyes, when she eventually does she finds herself naked, and tied up spread eagle to my bed with her mouth gagged. 

When I see that she’s woken up I stand at the foot of the bed waiting for her to take notice of me. In the meantime I admire my handy work.

As I gaze at her naked form I can’t help but appreciate how truly stunning she was. How could she possibly be a  Pogue?

Well, she didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

It takes a bit of time, but after blinking a few times, I see that I have her full attention.

“Hey Sleepyhead,” I say as softly as I could, I have to admit, I’ve never been happier. I finally had her to myself. “ You had a long nap, how are you feeling?”

She starts freaking out pulling on her restraints and trying to scream through the gag. I quickly rush to comfort her, the bruise on her neck catching my attention, but I ignore the thoughts that came with it.

She would be fine, I’ll take care of her, and with time she’ll realize just how compatible we are. 

The tears don’t stop flowing but it seems that she’s calmed down. 

“Listen, we belong together, and you may not be able to see it now but you’ll see it eventually.” She started getting worked up again as her sobbing intensified. 

It was fine, no one would be able to hear her, and she’d learn her place eventually. 

I looked up and down her form as she was lost in her own thoughts. 

I could still have my own fun, I straddle her body, and she goes back to her uncontrollable sobbing. 

I don’t freight as I feel up the sides of her body trailing my hands to her breasts and twirling her nipples between my fingers.

I feel a flutter in my cock as it hardens with arousal as her body begins to shake more violently than before. But I use a hand to hold her still by her neck, again choosing to ignore the bruises from our previous altercation, and she finally stills. I palm her breast with my other hand more intensely, before shoving her nipple into my mouth, swirling it around with my tongue before letting go with a pop, and giving some attention to the other. 

I kiss her gag, before nibbling, and sucking all of her skin down her body until I reach the goldmine that is her pussy, releasing her neck during my journey. I start my venture by pressing my tongue flatly against her outer lips, lapping up and down her precious area, slowly sneaking my tongue in deeper and deeper until I push my tongue inside her, savoring her flavor. 

I move my tongue up to her clit giving it special attention, and this is when she begins to squirm, feeling the pleasures that I’ve forced on her body, and my cock twitches at the thought of getting a reaction out of her. 

I alternate between swirling my tongue against her clit to gently sucking and before I know it she's quaking against my mouth and her juices begin to flow. 

I waste no time lapping it up and at this point my erection is painfully digging into my bed. I sit up and rush out my clothes. Slowly climbing up her body, resting my body between her legs before laying my eyes on her once more. 

This time she looked at peace, as if accepting her fate, I smiled and decided to give her a bit of leeway.  Reaching back to release the constraints on her feet. 

She  bends her knees as her thighs involuntarily tightens around my torso.

I hold one hand against her waist to still her body, while using the other, the help in pushing my length into her cunt. 

Up on initial penetration I let go and laid completely into her. Pausing to revel in the warmth of her core.

I was in bliss. 

I adjust the position of my legs, forcing her own upwards, with no choice but to wrap around my body. 

In good faith I removed the gag, and covered her lips with my own. 

Slowly moving my hips back and forth in the process. 

Dragging my manhood in and out of her folds. Slowly increasing my momentum as ecstasy began to overtake us both. 

Her choked mewls and whimpers egged me on as I continued to take her. 

I finally had her, I finally had my Ladybug. 

And I’d make sure to keep her forever.

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Your body awoke before your mind could catch up.

Lying there, you remained still, eyes closed, grappling with confusion. The weight on your limbs felt unbearable, your eyelids seemingly sealed shut, and an unshakable exhaustion clung to you, with an inexplicable soreness present between your legs. Any attempt to move met resistance, as if your body was in rebellion against itself.

Taking a pause, you struggled to draw a few deep breaths and forced your eyes open. The room was unfamiliar, but a strange sense of recognition lingered in your foggy mind. With determined effort, you maneuvered your body into a sitting position, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. A black polo shirt on the ground caught your eye, triggering the memory of Rafe.

It dawned on you that you were in Rafe's room. As you strained to recall the events of the previous night, a frustrating blankness persisted. The hazy fragments of memory hinted at drinking a beer handed to you by Rafe, but the details remained elusive.

The realization of what might have transpired last night left a sour taste in your mouth, and the idea of Rafe's potential assault stirred a mix of emotions. Disgust and disappointment battled within you, but deep down, you couldn't claim surprise. You wanted to consider his actions heinous, yet a part of you felt a haunting familiarity with the situation.

Attempting to stand proved challenging, and your weakened legs betrayed you, sending you tumbling to the ground. The minimal movement you managed had drained a significant amount of your energy, leaving you feeling helpless.

Despite the physical strain, the urgency to leave outweighed the exhaustion. Summoning every ounce of strength, you forced yourself back onto your feet. Surveying the room, Rafes scattered clothes littered the floor, and you noticed your own strewn across his own. Dressing quickly, you made a silent exit, navigating through the mansion with the unfamiliar weight of your uncooperative body. The vastness of the already large mansion seemed to amplify as you struggled, determined to put distance between yourself and the potentially tumultuous consequences awaiting you within those walls.

Emerging from the mansion, you noted the absence of cars outside, surmising that the Cameron household had left for the day. Relief washed over you as you staggered away. Though walking remained a struggle, you felt a gradual resurgence of strength the farther you distanced yourself from the mansion. After a considerable trek, you reached a bus stop, lacking a bench that forced you to stand beneath the sun's unforgiving rays, amplifying your exhaustion.

Despite the growing weakness—your heart slowing, stomach collapsing—you remained vigilant until the bus arrived. Even as you put physical distance between yourself and the Cameron residence, a pervasive sense of unease lingered, compelling you to keep your guard up until you reached your stop.

Upon finally arriving home, your mother greeted you in the kitchen, worry etched across her face. She erupted with frantic concern, as if fearing the worst had befallen you. Too fatigued to engage, you couldn't bring yourself to meet her gaze.

"Look, Mom, I'm very tired. We can talk about this later. Right now, I'm going to bed."

She paused, seemingly seeing you for the first time. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"No," you replied dismissively, not bothering to acknowledge her further. Heading to your room, you collapsed on your bed, a sense of ease overwhelming you as you drifted into sleep, escaping the cares of the world.

**

Four days

You remained in a deep slumber for four days.

Your mother dutifully brought meals to your bedside, but you only partook in breakfast. The rest of the day was spent in a heavy sleep, leaving untouched plates that your mother later swapped out with reheated food. Attempts at conversation were met with silence, prompting her to engage in one-sided talks.

On the fifth day, you finally opened your eyes, feeling less lethargic than when you first arrived home. You managed to consume all three meals for the day, and your mother's sigh of relief hinted at her deep concern, as she picked up empty plates, rather than plates filled with food.. While you still refrained from speaking, her worry was palpable, and she continued her solitary conversations.

On the sixth day, Kyle visited at your mother's behest. You couldn't fathom why she thought this was a good idea. Treating him with the same silence as her, you remained unresponsive until he revealed that he believed the two of you hadn't been compatible for a while and expressed his desire to pursue a relationship with Ella Mae.

The nausea threatened to erupt as you turned your back on him, choosing to retreat back into sleep. Despite his attempts to communicate, realizing it was futile, he eventually left with a parting declaration of, "I always did love you."

Disgust welled within you. The silver lining, if any, was the anticipation of Ella Mae shattering his heart when she realized you no longer cared about Kyle. The focus shifted from Kyle breaking your heart to the overwhelming thoughts of what Rafe had done to you that night.

Throughout your recovery, Rafe infiltrated your thoughts. The confusion deepened. How could he do that to you? Did he harbor some sick self-hate, using you to hurt himself? The initial belief of his aversion to you transformed into a tumultuous stream of questions and emotions, overshadowing any lingering concerns about Kyle's infidelity.

Kyle had left long before your mother entered your room, anger radiating from her and arms crossed in preparation for a lecture.

She insisted this was just a minor heartbreak, something you'd swiftly get over. In her eyes, there was no justification for your silent treatment. When met with your continued silence, her frustration escalated.

"First, you vanish for three days, and when you finally return, you're practically comatose for the next few. I need an explanation right now, young lady."

You perked up, shocked. "Three days? It was only one night."

"No," she asserted, "You called me that night," referring to the night you informed her about Kyle's infidelity, "and you finally came home three days later."

Your mind raced. Three days? You were under Rafe's control for three days. Your mother must have sensed something was amiss.

"Where is your phone?" she demanded.

You realized you didn't have it. It likely remained at the Cameron household, but you weren't certain. Moreover, you were still upset with your mother.

"I don't know," you responded.

"Where the hell had you been?"

Silence was your response, further frustrating your mother.

"Well, since you won't tell me, make sure you're gone by morning," she declared, turning around. "Since you think you can do whatever you want, it won't be under my roof." She slammed the door and continued venting her frustrations.

You knew she didn't mean it. It was a manipulative tactic to make you run back to her arms. However, this time it wouldn't work. She didn't just betray you; she aided someone you had expressed love for in betraying you.

Your mother had always exhibited an odd obsession with Ella Mae. Constantly praising her beauty, intelligence, and social skills, she went to great lengths to ensure Ella received lavish gifts. Your own experiences were quite the opposite. Ella Mae seemed to be the daughter she so badly wanted, even giving her your favorite toys when asked. You never understood it, because Ella had both her parents and all you had was your mom, since your dad was out living in the woods now.The disparity lessened as you grew older, distancing yourself and making your own friends who were uninterested in Ella. Yet, occasionally, your mother would make comments or try to interfere with your friendships.

Now, with her asleep and the house quiet at midnight, you seized the opportunity to escape. You packed essentials, unsure of your destination but certain you couldn't stay here. John B.'s Chateau seemed like a possible refuge.

As you sneaked out, you encountered Kyle and Ella Mae making out on her front porch. Rolling your eyes, you ignored them, hoping to vanish without having to see these people ever again.

"Oh, hey Ladybug, where are you going?" Ella Mae called out, you could hear the condescending tone in her voice.

Ignoring her, you pressed on with your escape, fervently wishing to leave these individuals and their betrayals behind.

***

"Sure, you can stay as long as you'd like," John B stated, casually shrugging his shoulders. "As long as you don't mind that JJ practically lives here as well."

"Yeah, no, I totally don't mind," shock laced your tone as you watched John B cooking ramen noodles in one pot and boiling eggs in another.

You didn't expect him to be so accepting. You were prepared for some groveling, but John B simply gave you the go-ahead as soon as you asked.

Your relationship with the main Pogues of the Cut had been superficial at best. There was no animosity, but you understood you weren't at the forefront of their minds. Whenever they made plans, they invited you and treated you mostly well. However, you knew you weren't privy to certain benefits, like staying over indefinitely at someone's place. Being the "floater friend," as you saw it, meant you needed to make the best of this situation.

"Do you want me to finish that up for you?" you offered, gesturing toward the noodles. "Just as a thank you for letting me crash... it's the least I can do," you said.

"Yeah, sure," John B replied nonchalantly as he moved out of the way. "I don't really have another room, so you'll probably have to sleep in the living room," he stated.

"Totally, I don't mind," you took over the stove, stirring the noodles, and added another egg and a pack of noodles. "I'll go shopping tomorrow. If you need anything, just write it down for me."

"Why can't I just text you?" he asked, sitting in the living room, pulling out his phone.

An image of Rafe popped into your mind, and you shook it off. "I lost it. I have to go and get a new one, that's..." you trailed off.

"Damn, that sucks," he said.

"Yeah." The urge to tell John B what happened tugged at the back of your mind, but you opted to stay silent. You didn't want to rock the boat, and it's not like you saw Rafe often. It wouldn't be very difficult to avoid him.

As you finished cooking, you contemplated your next steps. What were you going to do? How were you going to navigate this new life?

Shopping allowed you the space to clear your head, not necessarily thinking about the chaos of the past week but focusing on the future that seemed to lack direction.

Concerns grew as you added more items to your shopping cart, trying to balance John B's necessities and the tightness of your budget. The shopping trip also included some personal essentials, like Febreze for John B's couch and a sleeping bag to avoid taking up too much space.

As you reached the cash register, you heard a familiar voice saying, "I got it." When you looked up, you saw a pair of bright blue eyes, and a sinking feeling hit you instantly.

"It's okay," you quickly said, attempting to retrieve your wallet.

But before you could, Rafe had already input his PIN, and you stood there dumbfounded, card in hand. After paying, he grabbed your bagged items and motioned for you to follow him. You reluctantly did, following him outside to his truck.

Once there, a sinking feeling settled in. Did this mean you owed him? You hadn't asked for his help.

"Umm, Rafe, can you please..." you started to say, but he continued to load your items into his truck, asking where you were headed.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," you stated, moving to retrieve your items. Suddenly, he pushed you against the truck, holding you firmly by the waist.

"You had me worried," he said. "I went crazy looking for you all over Figure 8, thinking you got lost." You struggled against him, demanding to be let go. "Imagine my surprise to find you shopping like it's another day in paradise."

"Let go," you hissed, trying to break free. He then grabbed your chin forcefully, making you meet his eyes.

There was a tense pause as he seemed to search for something. Eventually, he let go, smirking. Pulling your phone from his pocket, he held you tightly against him, pushing it into your back pocket and tapping your bottom twice.

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Chapter 7

You were tired.

Rafe continued to assault you through the night and well into the morning. About halfway through, you could no longer fight back and just allowed him to do as he pleased. 

You eventually did pass out, although, you’re not sure when. However, when you do wake up, there is exhaustion in your eyes and a stiffness in your neck. Rafe had his head laid on your naked chest between the valley of your breasts. 

He looked so peaceful. 

So you slap him, with everything you could muster, and continue to do so until he has your arms pinned against his bed as he straddles your body still. 

“What the hell is your problem?” his voice croaked.

“You’re my problem, how could you do this to me,” you push against him but fail to break free, “ I knew you were fucked up, but I never thought you’d be this bad,”

You continue to push against him, aggravation rising within. 

“Be careful,” he said, his voice deep and husky. Before you can decipher his meaning you feel a hardness against your stomach, and stop altogether. 

You give Rafe a pleading look, and he smirks, amused at the situation, at your distress and frustration. 

“Good girl,” he says, waiting for a beat before letting you go and laying beside you. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll take you home.”

You pull the sheet closer to your body trying to hide away from Rafe and he notices.

“I think I’ll be fine,” you refute “I’ll just get dressed and head out”

You couldn’t help but get a gut-wrenching feeling at Rafe’s suggestion to shower. 

“You can stay a good girl and shower here, or we can stay in for the rest of the day and I can fuck you on any available surface in my room, and keep you trapped in here as my sex slave for the rest of your life,”

You pause. 

“Please be reasonable, this is stressful enough for me,” you clutch the bedsheet tighter to your chest. “You already got what you want, I just want to be left alone now,” Rafe stares at you, face devoid of emotion and full of expectation. It takes you a moment to realize that there would be no way out, unless you adhere to Rafes whim. Increasingly aware of your vulnerability you make a move to head to the bathroom, pulling the bedsheet with you. Rafe quickly snatched it, taking you with it. Your head snapped in his direction. 

“You don’t need the bedsheet,” he says with finality in his voice. 

“Rafe,” you plead

He ignores you, pulling the bedsheet harder, leaving you naked in the middle of his room. 

“Chop chop he stated,”

You quickly move to the bathroom and lock the door when you close it behind you

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, filling your lungs with air. This was unacceptable, Rafe has officially become a danger to you. You’d always known him to be  unhinged but this was a different level, he’d crossed a line you’d never thought he could even approach. 

You turn on the shower, and sit on the toilet, were you actually going to get in this man's shower? You really had no choice, you had to hope that once you were done, Rafe would concede and let you go, hopefully, with little issue. 

So you hop in, browsing through his selection of hygiene products, eyes landing on a bottle of liquid soap. You peep out from behind the shower curtain and grab one of the washcloths that you had seen hanging over the sink. 

As you clean yourself, thoroughly and efficiently, you hear a banging on the door. 

“LadyBug!” Rafe shouted.

“You can’t come in here Rafe” 

Rafe barges in, walking up to the tub and roughly pushing the shower curtains aside. You were scared again, you couldn’t say anything. You could just sit and watch as Rafe did as he pleased.

“Why did you lock the door?” he asked, a smirk on his face as he stared at you intensely. 

He was still naked as he stepped into the tub with you. He turns your body around and shoves you into the tiled walls.

Bringing his mouth to your ear he says “I figured we could save some water.” as he forced himself inside you.

***

Rafe insisted on taking you home, you yourself insisted that he dropped you off at the bus stop or even at the entrance point of the cut.

But once he threatened to have his way with you in the bed of his truck you relented, giving him your mothers address. You knew she wasn’t home, and since you still had a few items in her house, you figured you could change out of the clothes Rafe had forced you to borrow and into your own before you head back to the Chateau.

Once you reached your mothers house, he made you work for your freedom, with a makeout session. Taking it upon himself to partake in some heavy petting before letting you go. 

“I put my number in your phone, when I call or text you respond and react, I don’t want any resistance.”

“Sure” you say just ready to leave his truck.

But he grabs your chin and forces you to face his direction “Do I make myself clear?”

You nod. “ Yes Rafe.

He let you step out, and watched you walk up to your mothers porch. You find your mothers emergency key, and before you can even unlock the door, Ella Mae is on her own front porch with her arms crossed.

“Well you move on quick?” she snipes “I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

For a moment, you want to say something, but then you realized you had much bigger fish to fry than Ella. So you opt to ignore her jab and step into the house. Making a beeline to your old room, to find something to wear. 

Ella’s quip however had you thinking about your mother. When you were around 12 years old your father had found out that your mother had been having an affair. You didn’t know who it was so you just assumed it was some random man. But your father had no room to speak, since he had cheated on your mother while she was pregnant with you.

Though that didn’t stop him from leaving and going no contact with you and your mom 6 months after he had found out. 

Maybe your mother was empathizing with Kyle, but she also knew what it felt like to be on the other side, so why would she be so complicit in Kyle’s infidelity? It frustrated you to no end, that she refused to have your back.

Once you were dressed in your own clothes, you stuffed the clothes Rafe had given you, on the floor in the back of your closet.

You made your way downstairs looking through your phone, trying to find Rafes contact. You couldn’t find it under the R’s so you started combing through them.

Then you found it Daddy Rafe

You wanted to throw up at his audacity, you stared at it for a moment. He probably put it in there while it was in his possession.

You block him immediately.

You were still confused, however, pertaining to how he got your phone open, it was locked and protected requiring both your fingerprint or a password. 

You look through the window to find his truck missing, and immediately leave the house and head toward the Chateau. Ella Mae was still outside, you hear a scoff from her, but choose to ignore it. 

At this point she was a waste of your time, and not worth the energy she insisted you spend on her. 

When she realizes that she’d been ignored  she yelled out  “Whore” to you. Still you ignored her and continued on your way.

You sent a message out to the pogues, asking they meet up with you. Sarah and John agreed to do so, but Pope was busy, Kie said she was at an event with her parents and JJ didn't respond.

When you got there, you spilled everything to Sarah and John. Both were completely appalled at Rafes actions and Sarah tried to comfort you immediately. 

“Have you told Kyle yet?” Sarah asks

“We broke up.” you respond

“What? Why?”  she said incredulously as she hugged me tighter “You guys were so good for each other.” “ I guess not that good, cause he cheated on me with Ella Mae.” you say.

“Jesus Christ, your life is a fucking mess right now,” John Comments 

Both you and Sarah look at him with disdain. He puts both his hands up “Sorry, its just you got a lot going on right now, is that why you asked to move to the Chateau.”

You nod.

“Rafe’s not gonna get away with this,” Sarah says “ I’m gonna tell my dad and he’ll take care of everything ok?” 

“You promise?” you ask.

“Totally” She responds 

***

The Chateau was spotless both inside and out.

You’d gotten permission from John B to clean his room and organize his fathers old office, and though reluctant at first he gave you the go ahead.However he didn’t let you into his room until he’d gotten rid of whatever he didn’t want you to see. The Bathroom was sparkling and  the front deck was almost brand new. 

You even did some lawn care, going as far as to primp up the chickenless coop. You eventually take it upon yourself to find John new a chicken. Apparently, JJ accidently killed the original one before you had come to know them.  

You remembered Mrs. Featherstone had a chicken coop of her own with her own chickens. So you set out to her humble abode.

When you told John and Sarah what had happened, it was like a weight had been lifted off of you. Sarah told you to hold off on telling everyone else,  she needed to get her fathers advice on the matter first, and see how he planned to deal with Rafe. 

You were still anxious though. There was a buzz in your spine and your heart constantly felt as if it would jump out of your chest. Something felt wrong but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

You were depressed for several days, just wanting to keep to yourself and stare at the ceiling. John, watched you with Sympathy, and everyone else seemed worried, but they’d only ask if you were alright, before going about their business. 

You had to buy another Plan B, and it seemed like you would go broke any day now. You needed to make a plan, but you just couldn’t find the energy to. 

So you just cleaned John B’s house, in its entirety, and now you were trying to find this man another chicken.

Once you reached Mrs. Featherstones house, you noticed her yard was wild and mangled. Her chicken coop sat in her front yard, as chickens surrounded it pecking the ground at their feets.

When she answers the door, she is skeptical at first, but eventually gives you a bit of her time. The moment you asked for a chicken, she was ready to slam the door in your face, but you managed to make a deal with her. You would clean up the front yard, and the chicken coop free of charge, if she gave you two chickens. A rooster and a hen, she says no and instead offers two hens, and if John B ever wanted more chickens she’ll just give him some.

So you set to work, you find tools in her late husband's old shed and before you know it her yard looks fresh and she is preening about the clean coop. Even the chickens seem to be happy about the ordeal.

However, by the time you’re done, it's pretty late and you’re exhausted, she gives you two of her best behaved chickens.

She was so happy in fact that she offered you refreshments in her house. You  bond a little as she tells you stories of her late husband, and their kids and grandchildren. She was such a sweet old lady, and you couldn’t help but smile through her stories.

“You know” she starts “Would you mind helping me clean up around here?” she asks, gesturing to her home “I’ll pay you, though it won’t be much.”

“Totally” you said. It might not be alot, but it would be something, and at this point something is better than nothing. 

You finished out the night, and Mrs. Featherstone drove you back to the Chateau with chickens in hand. 

John B, was ecstatic at the new state of the house and his two new pets. “We’ll finally have some free eggs.” he says

That night you found sleep easy, most likely due to the exhaustion of the day, still you couldn’t keep away the unnerving feeling that something was wrong.

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The encounter with Rafe left an unsettling feeling lingering within you. As you retraced your steps back to John B's residence, a persistent unease had you glancing over your shoulder, an instinctual response to the sense of being watched.

Nevertheless, you successfully navigate your way, unscathed by any further incidents. Entering the Chateau, you found yourself contemplating the path forward. Surveying John's modest dwelling, you acknowledged that a prolonged stay there wasn't a realistic option. Your financial resources, built from your mother's contributions, neighborhood odd jobs, and modest online ventures, weren't bottomless.

Your attention shifted to the Lazy Boy chair, a long-standing fixture with a conspicuous stain. A sigh escaped you as you rose from your seat, conducting a visual sweep of the living space, intentionally avoiding John B's room. To your relief, you stumbled upon a small closet stocked with untouched cleaning supplies.

Without hesitation, you embarked on a cleaning mission. Recognizing that merely dousing the couch with Febreze wouldn't suffice for the questionable air quality in John B.'s living room, you aimed for a more comprehensive solution. Organizing scattered paperwork into a neat box discovered beneath the dining room table, you proceeded to dust, sweep, and mop the living area. Taking it a step further, you wrestled the Lazy Boy outside, subjecting it to a thorough wash. While not achieving pristine cleanliness, the prominent stain was significantly diminished.

As you finished your cleaning spree, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The Chateau, once filled with the typical disarray of a bunch of friends sharing a space, now had a renewed freshness. The air felt lighter, and you hoped the environment would contribute positively to your own healing process.

John B. and JJ walked in, seemingly surprised by the transformation. "Wow, did you hire a cleaning crew or something?" JJ asked.

You chuckled, "No, just needed to do something productive."

John B.nodded in appreciation, "Well, thanks. It looks great in here."

You nod “No Problem, and by the way I’ll be making dinner soon, if you’re interested”

“I definitely am” JJ responds 

“Totally just let us know when it’s ready.” John B. nods before he and JJ head outside to do god knows what. Engaging in your newfound routine, you migrated to the kitchen, initiating the task of preparing dinner—Mac and Cheese with cut-up hot dogs. Anticipating the possible arrival of the other pogues, you opted for two boxes to accommodate everyone. While orchestrating the meal, your gaze swept across the kitchen, prompting a realization that it could be your next cleaning endeavor. Contemplating the prospect of future projects—perhaps extending to the porches and the yard—you found solace in having something to occupy your time, a purpose emerging from the mundane tasks.

And  It turned out your anticipation was accurate, as the other pogues eventually made their way to John B's place. While John and JJ were outdoors, Sarah arrived and opted to stay inside, providing you with some company.

Pope arrived with his peculiarly defined girlfriend, Dragonfly. Their relationship was enigmatic; despite her denial of them dating, their actions spoke otherwise. Occasional hugs and kisses added layers of confusion. She was amiable enough, but their dynamic left you puzzled.

As Pope prepared to join the boys outside, Dragonfly chose to remain behind, accepting a kiss on the cheek before Pope's departure. You exchanged a glance with Sarah.

"There's Mac and Cheese with cut-up hot dogs if you want any," you offered.

"Maybe later," Pope responded before heading out.

"I'll have some," Dragonfly sighed, heading into the kitchen to fix herself a plate.

Meanwhile, Sarah stayed, engrossed in her phone.

"Can you believe Topper is still sending me 'I miss you' messages?" Sarah asked.

"Isn't he dating that girl... um?" Dragonfly began, struggling to recall Topper's current girlfriend's name.

"Butterfly," you supplied.

"You're not responding, are you?" you inquired.

She looked at you for a moment before responding, "No, I think it's gross."

Though you weren't entirely satisfied with her answer, you had no reason to doubt Sarah's honesty. She didn’t know about Kyle, since you’ve had yet to let her know, but  you had also kept her in the dark about what had happened with Rafe, since even you weren’t so sure what went on that night.

"Anyways," she shifted her attention back to her phone, "Rose and my Dad are going out next week and said I could have a little get-together. You guys in?" she asked.

"Sure," Dragonfly agreed.

"You know I'm up for it," you replied before adding, "Rafe's not going to be there, is he?"

"No, I'll make sure of it," Sarah assured, raising her eyebrows.

Sarah got up and said, "Alright, I'll go let the boys know," leaving you with Dragonfly.

"The macaroni is good," Dragonfly remarked between forkfuls.

"Thank you," you sighed.

Thinking about your next endeavor within the Chateu.

That was when Kie had shown herself, “Wow, it’s so clean here.” she said

***

The get-together Sarah had planned started out small and simple, just the pogues playing games, enjoying each other's company, and sharing stories. Everything was going well until Rafe walked in with his own group of friends.

Glancing over at you, he then turned to Sarah and explained that it was his house as well, and he had the right to host his own "get-together." An argument ensued for about 15 minutes, with Sarah insisting that she and her friends weren't leaving. Rafe shrugged and said he didn't care, proceeding with his friends toward the kitchen. Despite the rapid beating of your heart, you hoped that would be the end of it.

However, within an hour, what was meant to be a small gathering had transformed into a full-blown house party, with the pogues scattered in various directions. Pope and Dragonfly stayed on the couch cuddling, while you assumed Sarah was with John B. Kie and JJ were nowhere to be found.

Standing in the kitchen with a red solo cup of water in hand, you contemplated whether you should just go home. Your gaze swept across the island, and into the living room and you noticed a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at you from the living room.

Your heart began to race. Since Rafe had shown up, you had implemented a strategy to replace his presence wherever he went, aiming to avoid direct interaction. If you saw him come inside, you would go outside; if he moved from the living room, you would move to the living room, and so on. The hope was that he wouldn't return to a place he previously occupied.

He smirked before advancing toward you, prompting you to abandon your strategy and rush outside. The goose chase began, and for a while, you managed to elude Rafe's grasp, navigating through the sweaty bodies of individuals under the influence. However, a crucial mistake led you upstairs instead of heading home.

You knew it was only a matter of seconds before Rafe found you, and though part of you wanted to confront him and tell him to back off, you recognized that you weren't in the right headspace for such an encounter. Seeking refuge, you locked yourself in the bathroom.

Soon, you heard footsteps, assumed to be Rafe's, wandering around the second floor and opening different doors. One door opened, followed by a scream, and then Rafe's disappointed "really?" You figured he had caught someone engaged in extracurricular activities before closing the door again. His footsteps faded away, disappearing altogether, and for a brief moment, you believed you were in the clear. However, uncertainty lingered, so you decided to stay in the bathroom for another 45 minutes to ensure he wasn't lingering in the hall. The quiet, tense minutes passed before you finally sighed in relief, rushing out with a plan to head straight home.

Unfortunately, the plan fell to pieces to moment you ran into Rafe. You look up to find him smirking as if he'd won your little game.

"Where you been?"

He quickly grabs you lifting you from your feet and forcing you into his bedroom. You screech as you struggle to get away but, he slaps his hand against your mouth. He manages to get you in and your stomach drops when you hear the door shut. 

He drops you to the ground, before you hear him locking the door, cementing your fate.

You struggle to back away as Rafe gives you his full attention. Another struggle ensues as he lifts you from the floor and drags you along the bed.

“I’m gonna need you to be a good girl, and take care of me again,” he says, you feel prickles form along your neck at his statement. “Rafe, I’m scared, I wanna go home,” your body trembled as you tried to move away, but Rafe was bigger and heavier than you. “You can go home when I’m done,” he states, before pushing his lips against your own. 

You take the opportunity to bite him as hard as you can, and in that moment decidedly push him off of you. Unfortunately you didn’t have enough force to get him off, so you were stuck as he grabbed you by the neck, choking you out before slapping your face. The pain of the slap, and lack of air you were unable to take in, forced you into a panic attack. Tears forming in your eyes, as Rafe gets really close, his own nose touching your own. “We can make this easy or hard, I'm getting my way regardless.” he growls.

You frantically nod, as your vision starts to blur and darken, willing to give him anything as long as he doesn't kill you. Rafe waits a beat letting you stew, in what you assumed he thought was a punishment, before letting go. Your vision starts coming back, as coughs erupted from your lungs as your body struggled to breathe. 

Not allowing you a moment of calm, Rafe lays on top of you trying again to place his lips over yours. This time there was no fighting back, you stayed still as you allowed him to do as he pleased, tasting the blood from the bite wound on his lip. “Kiss me back,” at first you ignore him, keeping still as you grapple with the fact that Rafe managed to get his hands on you again. Then you felt the tickle of his fingers against your neck. “I said to fucking kiss me back,”. Your lips begin moving against his own, charged by fear and the possibility of how this could end. 

You feel him everywhere, all over your body and eventually all under your clothes. Before you know it, he’s nestled between your legs pushing his member inside you as he latches his mouth over your nipple. 

His movements were careful, as if he didn’t want to break you, but it was too late for that wasn’t it. The true horror came when pleasure started building in your lower abdomen, your legs tightening around him as his movement became more erratic. “Fuck,” he gasps before looking down at you. 

You’re sure he’s facing your weeping visage, but the bright smile shining on his face, made it seem like you too were enjoying what was being done to you, it didn’t help that your body tensed with pleasure and a chuckle resonates from his throat as he feels you tighten around him. 

He presses his mouth to yours with a final thrust, and you can feel as his seed spills into your body. 

His sweaty body collapses on top of you, and you feel his breath against the side of your face. You can’t help the next words that come out of your mouth. “Is that what you did last time,” He looks at you, and just laughs.