Hi đ¤could you to a pogue!reader x rafe please? She's in an abusive household and it's late at night and she just couldn't take it anymore, so she's wandering around obx. Rafe walks by and sees her covered in bruises and crying. At first she's frightened but then she let's him help.... Maybe he takes her to Tanyhill? Love your works BTW đđ
nowhere's safe (except here)
plot: a late-night escape from home leads you into rafe's path, and for once, he doesn't let you walk alone.
CONTENT: mentions of abusive (physical and emotional), bruises, implied domestic violence, crying, fear, mentions of an unsafe home, comfort
have fun my beautiful people <3!
the night felt heavier than usual. the walls of your house always pressed in, but tonight it felt like they were trying to crush you. the yelling had been sharp, and the sting from the slap still burned along your cheek. you hadnât even tried to stop the tears, what was the point anymore? but when the door slammed and the silence came, you couldnât stand staying in there another second.
so you slipped out barefoot, the screen door creaking behind you, the humid obx air wrapping around your shoulders. you didnât have a plan. you never really did. you just knew you couldnât sit there and wait for round two.
your legs carried you down familiar streets youâd walked a hundred times, though never like this. bruises bloomed along your arms, your ribs ached with each breath, and the salt of your tears stung when they slid into the corner of your mouth.
you didnât hear him at first.
the sound of gravel crunching pulled you out of your fog. you blinked and looked up, chest tightening when you saw the tall frame coming toward you. rafe cameron.
you froze, every muscle in your body going tight. rafe wasnât someone you knew well, not really. he was a figure from a distance, a kooksâ world kind of boy with sharp edges and a reputation you werenât sure you trusted. and right now, trust wasnât something you had left in you.
âthe hell are you doinâ out here?â his voice cut through the night, sharp, laced with that usual edge youâd heard about. âpogue wandering around this late, kinda asking for trouble, donât you think?â
your throat worked, but no words came out. you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, suddenly aware of how messy you must look, eyes swollen, lip trembling, clothes hanging loose over bruises you couldnât hide.
rafe squinted, taking a step closer like he was sizing you up. âwhat, cat got your tongue? or you just lookinâ for pity?â
his words stung, and you shifted back a step. but the smirk on his lips faded almost instantly when his eyes dragged lower, catching the dark marks along your arms, the split skin, the way you flinched.
âshit,â he muttered, like the word escaped before he could stop it. âwho did that to you?â
your chest squeezed. âdonât,â you whispered, shaking your head. âplease donât.â
he stopped a few feet from you, raising his hands slightly like he was scared of spooking you. his tone was different now, rougher but gentler all at once. âsâok. iâm not gonna touch you. justââ his throat bobbed, words rougher now, âyou shouldnât be out here like this. itâs not safe.â
you laughed bitterly, though it cracked halfway. ânowhereâs safe.â
the silence stretched, broken only by your shaky breathing. rafeâs jaw flexed, his fists clenching at his sides like he wanted to break something, but he stayed still, steady.
âlook,â he said after a moment, softer, âyou can come with me. tanyhillâs not far. you donât have to stay, not if you donât want. just⌠you look like you need somewhere thatâs not here.â
the idea of following him felt dangerous. you didnât know him, not really. youâd heard stories, whispers about temper and trouble, and your whole body was already wired to flinch at the first sign of anger. but something in his voice tugged at you, something raw and unpracticed.
âwhy?â you asked finally, voice breaking. âwhy would you even care?â
his eyes softened, and for a second, the usual smugness you associated with his face was gone. ââcause no one else seems to,â he murmured. âand i canât just leave you like this.â
your lip trembled again, and you hated yourself for it. you didnât want to need anyone. but your legs were shaking, your chest aching, and the thought of going back to that house made you want to curl into the dirt right there.
so you nodded. barely.
rafe moved carefully, like every step closer was something he had to earn. when he reached you, he tilted his head toward the road. âcâmon. you can walk with me. sâok, iâll keep my distance.â
the walk was quiet, but not heavy. he kept to your side but not too close, glancing at you every so often like he was making sure you were still breathing. the night air smelled like salt and pine, the distant hum of crickets filling the space where neither of you spoke.
by the time tanyhill came into view, your body felt like it was running on fumes. rafe noticed. he slowed his steps, his voice low. âalmost there. youâre doinâ good.â
the cameron estate looked like another world, towering and warm-lit against the dark. you hesitated at the edge of the driveway, suddenly overwhelmed. âi shouldnâtââ
âhey,â rafe interrupted gently. âyou donât have to explain. just come inside for a bit. get cleaned up, get some water. if you still wanna leave after, iâll drive you wherever you want.â
you didnât answer, but when he pushed open the door and stepped back for you, you followed.
the inside smelled faintly like wood polish and something expensive you couldnât name. rafe led you into the living room, flicking on a lamp that cast a soft golden glow. âsit,â he said quietly, nodding to the couch.
you sank down, fingers knotting in your lap. rafe disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and water running filling the silence, then came back with a glass and a damp cloth.
âhere.â he set them on the coffee table in front of you, careful not to crowd.
your hands shook as you reached for the glass. the cool water slid down your throat, grounding you just enough. when you set it back, rafe was crouched across from you, eyes searching your face.
âcan iâŚ?â he asked, nodding at the cloth.
you hesitated, but finally gave the faintest nod.
he moved slowly, almost painfully so, as he dabbed at the streaks on your cheek. his touch was gentle, nothing like the hands you were used to.
âdoes it hurt bad?â he asked quietly.
ânot really,â you lied.
his eyes narrowed slightly, like he wanted to call you out, but he didnât. instead, he leaned back, resting his arms on his knees.
âyou donât gotta tell me what happened,â he said after a while. âbut⌠if you ever want to, iâll listen.â
the tears burned again, spilling over before you could stop them. you hated crying in front of anyone, but something about the way he said it, like he wasnât asking for details, just offering a place to put them, broke something in you.
rafe didnât move right away. he let you cry, let you breathe through it. then, when you finally whispered, âi canât go back there,â his jaw tightened.
âthen donât,â he said firmly. âstay here. stay as long as you need.â
you shook your head. âi canâtââ
âyou can,â he cut in, voice softer this time. âno oneâs gonna touch you here. not while iâm around.â
your chest ached, but for the first time in forever, the ache wasnât just fear. it was something else, hope maybe. fragile, but real.
and when rafe finally leaned back into the couch beside you, leaving space but close enough that you could feel his warmth, you didnât pull away. you just sat there, bruised and broken, but not alone.
and for tonight, that was enough.
author's note
anyways....how y'all doing.... it has been awhile since i've last posted </3 uni got to me butttt i hope you, my beautiful people, enjoyed this fic i put together heh
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