#kidnapper!rafe

“You’re hurting me!” You complained.

“Yeah?” He asked breathily, “Shut your mouth or I’ll really hurt you. You want me to really hurt you?” He retorted, opening your car door and shoving you in. “Get in the car. Get in, c’mon!”

You went into the passengers seat, him getting in the drivers.

“How do I get this thing back?” He asked, you furrowing your eyebrows. You breathed heavily, him looking at you. “Point to the thing!”

“Right there.” You moved it for him, the car starting.

“I can’t see out the window. Give me something to wipe the window.” He panted, running a hand through his head again. “Give me something to wipe the window!” He repeated louder when you made no movement. You listened, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.

“Okay, you know what? You go out. You clean it. Get out of the car.” He told you, you standing up quickly and grabbing the wipes, him following you outside while you scrubbed the windows down, before he got angry and shoved his body up against yours again, moving your hands faster.

“Hurry up, I don’t got all day.” He spoke, “see how it is when you fucking wash your car? See how nice? God, this is filthy. Is that how your house is? Filthy like that?” He chastised, moving you both to the other side of car, getting both sides of the window. “Now you can see. That’s good. That’s good.” He told you, walking you over to the passenger side again.

“Get in your car, c’mon. Hurry up.”

“Stop!”

“Get in. And shut your mouth.” He told you, shoving you into the seat once again. “Shut your mouth.” He told you, before rounding the other side of the car, “filthy. Filthy.” He shook his head to himself.

“Alright where’s the thing in the car… how do you put it in gear?” He asked you, shoving multiple buttons.

“Right here.” You murmured, grabbing the shift. He fumbled with it.

“What is this? Is this… a shifter car? I cannot drive a shifter car, alright? So we got a little situation here. I cannot drive these kinda cars.”

You looked down, not sure of how to reply. But you couldn’t help the small smile forming on your face, finding it rather humorous.

“What? You think that’s funny? Would you like to know why I can’t drive this kind of car? I’ll tell you why. I’m used to luxury cars. Do you know what a luxury car is? Do you even know what luxury means? I drive a goddamn Ferrari. The new one, too. A Ferrari 275 GTS. That’s what I drive. I drive cars that shift themselves, my cars shift themselves. They’re luxury cars, they shift themselves.” He rambled, talking to you as if you were a child.

“So when I say three, you follow my count, you come around to my door, got me?” He told you, turning to face you.

You stared at him, pout visible on your face. He held his fingers up, his gaze never leaving yours.

“One… two… three.” He said slowly, you still staring at him, not making any move. He groaned in annoyance, grabbing your jaw, pulling you closer to him, his breath fanning over your face.

“What did I just say? How hard is it to follow goddamn directions?” He asked you, your lips parting slightly. He huffed, letting go of your jaw, and pointing to the door behind you.

“One, two, three, get out of the car. Get out the car.” He pointed to the door, you finally moving and opening the door, him doing the same.

“And I’m watching you. I’m watching you.” The both of you passed each other, him pointing at you. “And don’t make that face. Don’t make that face.” He rounded to the passenger seat before you made it to the drivers, him shouting one last “hurry up!”

You opened your drivers door, sitting in the seat. “Now pull away.”

You began to do so, “and go this way.” You didn’t go that way.

“This way!” He repeated, you finally listening, starting your car and beginning to drive where he told you.