#rioasis

this one's lwk kinda scary

!warnings: profanity, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, gun, drug references, home invasion, abuse, threats, sexual references

your first breakup with rafe didn’t seem real. for one, you initiated it so of course, rafe didn’t take you seriously and neither did you at first. only when you mustered up the courage to take your clothes and toiletries out his house was when things got scary. rafe was always an agressive guy. in everything he did, he was always rough with it. including taking your v-card. name calling, slapping and choking was what got him hard and you were happy to give him that until you passed out. ever since, you've been begging him to be more gentle with you but he'd just say "you know how i get around you" and "i won't kill you". that’s what led to the other night’s events. you tried to make it a peaceful parting but everything escalated. insults were thrown and tears fell. mostly yours. after you left his house, clothes in hand, you didn’t see him again for a whole twenty-four hours. that would end tonight. "don't leave me.. don't ever fucking leave me, you got that?" was the first thing you heard once you woke up.  

it was late. really late. the moon shined through your now opened window. “rafe?.. what’re you doing here?” you mumbled as you rubbed your eye with a fist. as you started to gain consciousness, you saw him sitting on the edge of the bed and you felt his hand like a death grip on your upper thigh. a familiar feeling. “i swore i wasn’t gonna touch you, okay? i knew you wouldn’t like it” you slowly pushed yourself to sit up. “what’re you talking about?” you asked as you reached for the lamp on your nightstand. once the warm light turned on, you saw what you never thought he would even think of bringing near you.

in his other hand, he held his semi-automatic pointed at your stomach. you gasped a shaking breath. "ra- rafe-" he quietly shushed you and gripped your leg tighter to keep you from moving. "hey, hey.. i'm not gonna do shit, alright? just-.." he was acting strange. you could feel his hand shaking on you and he was weirdly sweaty like he ran to your house or something. "just come back home, okay?" he whispered loud enough that you could hear. it was impossible to take your eyes off it. you couldn't speak with that thing pointed at you and he picked up on that. he looked down at his gun then back up at you. "oh- babe, no. this... ignore this" he waves the gun around with a smile. you whimper at his movements and his grin faded. "why are you being like this, huh? this is your fault! you and all your shit! y'know the moment i get inside you, it's like everything goes away.. and you think you can leave me? you think i'll let that shit go?" he raised the weapon to your head and pressed it into you making you shake as well. 

you let out quiet pleads as a tear fell down your cheek. rafe scoffs at the sight. "shittt.. i hate it when you cry. you know that" he stands up, gun in hand, and wanders around the room. you breathe out relief once the distance between you two grew. rafe took slow strides around your space. "get your shit and let's go, y/n. this doesn't have to be a whole.. thing" he waves the gun around once again. you stayed seated, scared to give in. if you obeyed him just like that, he would never take you seriously. so you avoided his gaze and stood your ground. 

seeing that you made no attempt to move, he scoffs and rolls his eyes. "either i'm leavin' with you or i'm not leavin'.. get your shit. i won't say it again" you knew he was serious. you knew he didn't mind some bloodshed to get what he wanted. "stop trying to scare me, rafe" you muttered as you dried your face with the back of your hands. "is that what i'm doin'? here i thought i was tryin' to fix our relationship.. tryin' to be the good guy for once but of course your dumbass doesn't see it that way" he argued with a laugh. "..with a gun?" you spoke trying to fight back more tears. his new expression was familiar. he was pissed off and you hoped that would soon end. he glared at you from where he stood and it was hard but you glared back through your glossy eyes. he nods to himself before retracing his steps back to you. your eyes followed him as he got closer and closer as you tried not to shake. directly in front of you, he stood tall and strong. his eyes didn't leave yours.

"well since my dick didn't work, i figured i'd use another stick"

potential part 2 for this one ;)

!warnings: toxic relationship, profanity, manipulative behaviour, physical aggression, emotional distress

“you're so pretty. y’know that? c’mere” he muttered gently as he pulled you in closer.

rafe was a busy guy. whenever he had some time to hangout, it felt like christmas to you. he was always the sweetest guy when he had time for you. with his arm around your shoulders, you guys walked down the hill to the golf course a few feet behind topper and kelce. as he whispered sweet words in your ear, you giggled and nervously played with the bottom edge of your skirt. rafe knew just how to make you feel like the princess you are. “say you’re pretty f'me” he demanded. “i’m prettyy~” you laughed. “gorgeous..” he placed kisses on the side of your neck making you giggle even more. the two boys in front of you guys had turned their heads to see what was going on behind them. “you two alright?” kelce joked as topper laughed along. “yeah!” you replied. rafe didn’t even bother lifting his head from your neck to respond.

“thank you for bringing me” you muttered still fiddling with your skirt. “hm?” he lifted his head to hear you better. “thank you.. for bringing me” you repeated a bit louder. he pulled back and looked down at you as a small smirk crossed his lips. “you thankin' me for hangin' out with you, baby? i’m your boyfriend, i have to” he chuckled. “i know but.. i never see you anymore. it’s nice to know you still care” his smirk faded at your words. “of course i care.. why would you say that?” he asked in a serious tone. you noticed the change in octaves and looked up at him to see if he was angry. from what you saw, you could tell he was in the early stages. “nothing. i- it was a joke” you looked back down at the path even though you could feel his gaze on you. “babe, you know i care about you, right?” he asked with his eyes now stuck on you. before you could respond, without realizing it, you guys had already arrived at the field.

“rafe!” topper called out. both your heads turn to him. “you gonna start?” he offered as he held out a club. rafe looked back at you who was still playing with your skirt. he slapped your hands away making you flinch. “how many times i gotta tell you not to do that? hm?” he was now in the middle stages, slight aggression. kelce scoffed at the action. he glared at you for a moment more before turning to topper and snatching the club from his hands and walking onto the course.

~

a good half hour into playing, you noticed each one of rafe’s swings were strong and rough. you just told yourself that that’s how you’re supposed to play. you also saw that after every hit, he wouldn’t go near you, his “caddy”, topper had said which made kelce laugh. you didn’t know what it meant but you were happy to be rafe’s anything. with the heavy bag in hand, you approached the blonde who had crossed his arms waiting for kelce to swing. you tried holding his hand but he didn’t budge to make his hand accessible to hold. you simply gave up trying and laid your head on his bicep. “you’re doing really good, babe” you whispered to him as you traced shapes on his crossed arm. he stayed still while you covered him with attention. “i didn’t know you were so good at golf” you chuckled trying to lighten up the mood. “apparently you don’t know a lot about me” he grumbled.

your eyes widened. you felt a pain in your chest as if a knife was being screwed in between your ribs. he was mad at you. “..it was a joke, babe..” he scoffed at that. “i don’t care.. ‘s whatever” you knew that was a lie. and you knew if you didn’t do something to fix it soon, you would pay for it later.

rafe nudged your head off him and took kelce’s spot. that broke your heart. you couldn't help but pout a little. you were starting to question if this was even a hangout anymore. he was pissed. you rarely get to see him and you somehow managed to make him mad at you. sadly, you've learned from experience that you'd only make it worse. you needed to let him come to you so you could apologize properly. he wouldn't want to hear a word of it right now. heaven forbid you start crying in front of him. you could already feel that little tingle in your heart letting you know tears could fall any second now. he couldn't see you like this.

"hey!" you shouted a little louder than you wished to. before rafe swung, he turned his head back to you, so did kelce and topper. they looked at you with indifference but rafe didn't bother hiding his anger. "i think i'm gonna head home. i wasn't that good of a caddy anyways" you let out a nervous laugh mainly to comfort yourself.

rafe slowly walked towards you with a look of irritated confusion. "oh yeah?" he spoke softly, masking the emotion behind it. your feet shuffled nervously as he got closer. "y- yeah.." you subconsciously began fidgeting with the end of your skirt again which brought him to slap your hands. you let out a whimper. "stop. fucking. doing that." he spat on the verge of shouting. he stood directly in front of you as you looked up at him with big pleading eyes.

rafe stared at you for a bit before tightly shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath. once he opened his eyes, he looked back at kelce and topper then turned to you. "you know how fucked that is right?.. i mean we get to see each other every blue fucking moon and you're ditching me" the guilt could've swallowed you whole. you knew he was right but on the other hand, you leaving would be for the best. the conviction left you speechless.

"leave then. i don't give a shit" he said using his ordinary controlled tone before walking back to his friends. you nodded and tried to fight back tears. you set down the heavy equipment. "i- i'll.. catch you guys later" you gave them a small painful smile and wave before turning away, holding your hands behind your back to avoid messing with the hemline of your skirt.

my rotten strawberry.

!warnings: profanity, toxic relationship, sexual references, emotional distress

on a bright saturday afternoon, as the birds sang and a gentle breeze graced your skin, rafe was happy which meant you were happy. for about three weeks, you and rafe had hit a rough patch which made things horrible between you and him. there was a big fight that started because “you wanted to please everyone but him”. it was half true. you were a people pleaser at heart and it did apply to everyone and especially him. the blonde just couldn’t see it that way though. something blinded him. but like he always ended up doing, he came back, like a puppy, begging to be let back in the house. the house being your life. and you did, like you always ended up doing.

your knees were on a soft beige blanket laid on top of sand with different fruits and breads spread out in front of you. rafe, beside you, smirked at the freeness of your hair in the wind. he missed the moments where he could just admire your beauty without having to speak a word. he liked the way you made a strawberry so small look so big in your hands. you were his and you better believe he took pride in that.

“i missed you, angel.” he spoke softly as his gaze trailed over you. “aw.. i missed you too.” you reply before taking a bite of the red fruit. “i’m serious.. i was really.. really fucked up. i felt like.. y’know.” unfortunately, you did know. “i’m sorry, rafe. i'll make sure we don’t go through that again.” you let out a short giggle that made his smile spread wider. “so fucking gorgeous..” he muttered under his breath. you were so busy with demolishing the strawberries that you didn’t catch his compliment. 

he leans back on his forearms as he looked at you while you ate. “they aren’t that good, baby.” he teased. you gasp playfully. “how can you say that? i’m always eating strawberries. they’re like- the best fruit ever.” you argued covering your mouth full of them. “yeah, yeah. rose would fill the fridge up with ‘em as soon as she heard you were coming over.” his smile fades at the memory. you notice the change in his demeanor and began to worry. “what’s wrong?.. you don’t like strawberries?” he chuckled at that. your unawareness. “no, no it’s.. not that.” he breathed out. you tried to stay silent not wanting to press him. you knew he didn’t like that. he glanced around the beach as he shook his head. “it’s kinda funny actually.” well now you had to know.

“what is it?” you ask letting your impatience win. his head turns back to you showing an unknown expression with a hint of uncertainty before chuckling at the thought. “please, babe! tell me!” you begged as you poked him repeatedly. “okay, alright..” he pushed himself up to sit propping himself up on his hands. you scooted in closer for the story time. “so.. a few days after our fight.. i missed you.. a lot and.. there were still some boxes of strawberries in our fridge. i hated it. so, i started throwing them out. they weren’t bad or anything i just didn’t like seeing ‘em.. but when I got to the last box… i couldn’t do it.” you giggled. “you had enough of the strawberry genocide?” you joked. “yeah, something like that.. i just got an idea.” he said as his smile slowly returned.

you giggled some more. “what was it?” he ran his hands over his face and groaned in embarrassment making you laugh even more. “i uh.. i was bored.. and like i said, i missed you.. a lot but.. photos of you weren’t enough to.. cure my boredom so.. i took it-.. to my room and..” you gasped while trying to hold back a laugh. “you can laugh, princess..” he says knowing you wanted to. at his words, you burst out laughing. he watched you as he shook his head. “how do you get that bored?!” you said between laughs. he embarrassed himself but at least he made you smile. he would tell you every one of his humiliating stories if it would make you happy.

rafe hadn’t eaten anything on the ground but a piece of your sandwich you basically force-fed him. to be honest, he wasn’t there for the food. he just wanted to watch you. watch you eat, watch you laugh and smile, watch you do literally anything..

except watch you flirt with other guys.

as he listened to the sound of your laughter, he noticed a volleyball roll onto the blanket and bump into your thigh. following the volleyball, were some young looking guys who were playing with it a few meters away. your laughing dies down at the feeling. you looked down at the ball. “sorry about that.” one of the guys say as they approached you. you looked up at the two guys standing over the both of you. rafe glared at them hoping they’d walk away soon. “no, it’s okay! i’m alive.” you joked while you handed them their ball. “hey, what’s your name?” the other one asks. “oh, it’s y/n.” you reply putting your hand to your chest. “that’s a beautiful name, y/n.” the young man said with a smile. he knew what he was doing.

“fuck off, man.” rafe spoke up before you could thank him. the boys seemed to grow nervous at the sound of rafe’s voice. they quickly apologized to you guys and scurried away. you let out a sigh and shook your head at the silly situation. you couldn’t feel rafe’s eyes on you which was weird given the immense weight of intensity his gaze put on you. “silly boys..” you let out a slight chuckle. “..you serious?” rafe muttered as if he was trying to suppress something. you look at him confused. “what?” you ask slightly tilting your head. “you knew that shit would piss me off.” he spoke louder making you flinch. your mouth was left open in shock and confusion. you were completely oblivious to the reason why he was getting angry. 

“all that time we spent apart and you didn’t learn shit?” he spat unblinkingly. you remained silent. you wanted to say something. you wanted to ask what was wrong but your conscience wouldn’t let you. “..why would you look at him like that?” now you knew. “...look at him like what?” you ask with a shaking voice. “like you wanted to fuck him!” he shouts making you flinch again. you nervously looked down at your lap and everywhere else but his eyes. “and then you start joking around with the guy like i’m not right here.” he accused. “i- i-..” was all you could manage to get out. “you know that shit pisses me off!” he shouts once more. seeing that you weren’t going to respond any time soon, rafe let out a series of curses under his breath as he began to stand up. “wh- where are you going?” you ask on the verge of tears. he didn’t respond to the question he judged stupid. 

“baby..” you call out. “don’t- fucking call me that!” he picked up and launched the box of strawberries further down the beach. you gasped as a tear rolled down your cheek. he stomped away from you before you could hold onto him. “rafe!” he ignored his name from your lips while he made his way off the beach. you wanted to call him again but you knew it would be useless. 

feeling the wetness of your face, you quickly wiped your cheeks before standing. you followed the path of strawberries to the box they were previously in and crouched down to pick it up. the tears just kept coming down. with the box in hand, you began to pick up the strawberries around. “one.. *sniff*.. t- two.. three.” you counted making sure you got all of them. you were so blinded by the fact that you loved them so much that you couldn’t see or taste 

that they were all rotten.

i see that stick got a lot of love which i am very grateful for. it was however intended to be a oneshot so I wouldn't know where to start if i were to make a part 2. like always, reqs are welcome i'm always open to new ideas. this is short and rushed btw. enjoy!

!warnings: sexual coercion, emotional abuse, objectification, profanity, toxic relationship, rafe lwk touching himself

after a long day of missing rafe, it was time that you could call him. around this hour, his business meetings with his dad were over and he could finally head home. he would go to your place but he got grounded for stealing from his dad again meaning you couldn’t go to him either.

you laid on your bed in front of your laptop as you waited for him to pick up the video call. you were eager to show him all the new bikinis and dresses you bought with the money he sent you. he sent a couple hundred every now and then to dress you up.

you almost pissed yourself when he picked up. "hi babyy!" you exclaimed. he seemed to be sitting on his bed. "told you not to call me that" he muttered as he looked around. "sorry.. how was your meeting?" you asked sweetly. "i was surrounded by assholes, listenin' to them dick ride my dad so you tell me" you went silent at his bluntness. he finally looks at the screen, seeing you for the first time all day. "..didn’t you want to show me somethin’?” he recalls. “yeah! uhm..” you quickly hopped up on your knees and grabbed the baby blue bikini you got and showed it on camera. “look! isn’t it cute?”

he stared blankly at the screen. “rafe?” you called out. “put it on” he commanded without thought. “th- the bikini?” you tilted your head. “what else, y/n” he replied. you lowered it from the frame. you were hesitant on what to do. “but, i want to show you my-“ he cut you off with an aggressive tone. “i’m too tired for this shit, y/n” he ran his hand through his hair. your shoulders dropped. this is the moment you realized he only picked up for one reason.

“..okayy! just gimme a second” you forced a smile before moving to out the frame and off the bed to change. “where are you going?” he asked roughly. you peaked back in the frame. “to-.. to change” you muttered. “stay” he commanded. you sighed and tried to choke back a whimper. he knew you were shy about showing him your body. especially in broad daylight but he didn’t care.

he glared through the screen indifferently waiting for you to comply. “can you.. close your eyes?” you asked as sweetly as possible. that didn’t stop him from getting pissed off. “fucking done” he mumbled as his thumb reached for the red button. “rafe, please!” you whined. he brought his hand to his eyes rubbing them firmly. “stop fucking with me. i never ask you for shit. just do this one thing for me” he was clearly exhausted and stressed. you felt bad for him and crumbled at his words.

you gave up. you began undressing in front of the laptop. you lowered your shorts and stepped out of them. when you looked up to see if he was watching, you saw he had turned his camera off. “bab- rafe?” you called out. “what” his voice sounded a bit further now. “you still there?” you asked. “keep going” you could hear some ruffling from his side but didn’t see anything. so you continued like he told you to. you then removed your top leaving you in your bra and underwear. you could’ve sworn you heard him groaning.

you ignored it and hesitatingly took off your bra sliding it off your arms. “fuckk..” you heard him breathe out. after that, you pulled down your panties and stepped out of those as well. before you could grab the blue bikini, he spoke up giving you another order. “turn around” all you could do was pout and obey and that’s what you did. you did a full three sixty for him and you kept hearing him groan. “i'll just- put the bikini on now.. it has a nice little bow in the-“ “you’re so lucky i can’t leave this house” he moaned out. hesitantly, you covered yourself with your arms crossing them over your chest but you didn’t mean to push your breasts together.

at the sight, he groaned even louder. “shittt” he breathed heavily. “ray.. ray, what’s going on?” you kneeled down on the side of the bed and brought the laptop closer to you. suddenly, the call had ended with a chime and the camera disappeared. after he finished, he didn’t need you anymore. you fought back tears. you didn’t even get to show him your new things.

i wasn't going to let this month pass without publishing part two. exam week has been crazyyy. if there's any weird text it's bcs my kitten was on the keyboard. hope you enjoy this!

!warnings: toxic relationship, profanity, manipulative behaviour, physical aggression, emotional distress

"no fucking way. she's ugly as shit" he cursed before tossing the phone back to kelce.

it had to be a bit really late, around ten thirty. before heading back to rafe's place, the boys took a trip to barry's trailer to pick up some nose candy, rafe's favorite.

when they got back to the house, they went to the back, in the pool house and spent a while smoking, snorting and drinking whatever ward wouldn't have noticed missing but after a few hours, rafe got needy. one of the many effects coke has on him. he gets agitated, violent and often very lustful. so they went on a hunt.

they were scrolling through all the girls in his followers to invite over. he couldn't call you, no way. because then you'd think that he's a weak little bitch. the truth is, he felt bad about earlier but he couldn't admit that. he knows that little fidget thing you do with your skirt is just a nervous response but it turns him on too much, too fast and he doesn't like you having so much power over him.

"what about her? she's been begging me to set you guys up" kelce flips his screen and shows him another girl. rafe shakes his head as he rolled his eyes. "dude, just call y/n" topper chimed in. "you see the way she treated me today? i'm not calling that bitch. fuck no" he spat. his knee bounced rapidly. kelce and topper both looked at each other knowing there was an issue.

"you know she'd come running, right? we're wasting time here. it's simple. just call her and fuck her" topper debated."she can go fuck herself" rafe muttered in response. the two boys sighed at his stubbornness, ready to give up on finding him a piece of ass. "well.. our girls are waiting for us so.." kelce hissed at the situation. rafe immediately piped up. "really? y'all 're ditchin' me now too?" he spoke softly with hurt behind his chest. "c'mon man" kelce pleaded. rafe let out a subtle laugh. "great" he stood up to lead his friends to the door. once they left, he waited a couple seconds then pulled out his phone and dialed your number.

you were at home, holding the skirt you wore earlier today. you ran your hands over the laced edge that was already tearing at the seams despite the fact you just bought it. it wasn't cheap, so you know it wasn't bad quality. it was you. you didn't know how to keep your hands off it and rafe wasn't any help.

since as long as you knew him, your closet slowly accumulated a collection of skirts you or rafe have ripped. but you loved skirts. you couldn't just throw them away. you promised yourself you would've fixed them but you feel like you aren't making any progress.

and you're probably right.

"hi" you greeted softly. his eyes shut tight by the sound of your voice. he worked up the courage to speak. "y/n" he tried to sound like there wasn't any sort of substance in his system. "yeah.. hey- i'm sorry about earlier. i know you're really busy all the time and i'm grateful that you still make time for me. that's all.." rafe could hear the shiver in your voice. why were you still afraid of him even at a distance? "you're good.. come over" he ordered simply. you went silent for a moment not understanding what he said.

"yo" he called out. "y- yeah. i'm here" you spoke. "you hear me?" he asked. "you want me to.. go to your house" she repeated properly. "mhm.. i miss you. i wanna see you" his words became a more prominent indicator that he was on something. "are you alright?" you ask worried. "nah, i need to see you" his response was quick. almost premeditated. "i-.. i don't know rafe-"

"stop fuckin'-.. get over here, please" his control was bursting at the seams as the drug settled in and you could hear it through the phone. "i was just about to sleep. maybe tomorrow we can meet up?" you suggested as sweetly as you could. you heard a loud groan muffled by a pillow on the other side of the line. he wasn't happy with your obstinance. "i'll go to your place right now now, y/n. you know that. don't make me" he had you. tonight was not going to pass without him seeing you which he made clear.

"i'm coming"

~

rafe texted you to go around the back. you heard faint rap music and grunting the further you walked down the side of the house. you were wearing a different skirt. not the one you tore up this morning. a new pretty one that rafe always compliments you for.

you saw him. shirtless and sweaty, shadow boxing, throwing fast punches at nothing before dropping down and hitting about ten pushups. his bpm was surely through the roof. there was no doubt in your mind that he had snorted something white and powdery before you arrived. recognizing your position, you took a deep breath before getting in the ring.

"rafe! babe!" the music was too loud for him to hear you. you approached him, walking carefully around the pool. he still had no clue of your presence. "rafe!" you shouted once more. he turned quickly at the sound of your voice. he paused the music. while looking you up and down he smiled, eyes pausing at your skirt. "you shouldn't have" he murmured softly. "what?" his eyes darted up once you spoke. "it's like you knew why i called. you readin' my mind now, baby? huh?" he strongly cupped the back of your neck and tugged you closer by your hip.

you yelped at the sudden motion. he continued to keep an uncomfortably tight hold on you and was equally way too close for your liking. "rafe! rafe, stop it!" despite your protest, he still kept you at the short distance. "i'll give you what you want, you fucking tease" he spat in a whisper that you still heard. you tried to push him off you but you were no match for his frame. "quit it! you're scaring me!" you shouted finally.

that made him freeze. his smile suddenly disappeared. you felt him ease up on you but the eye contact grew intense. he stumbled back a bit, that was the alcohol that weakened him. you shuffled back a bit as well. slowly, a small smile appeared on his face, followed by a weak laugh as he proceeded to analyze you. "scaredy cat" he scoffs. you told yourself there was definitely something wrong.

"rafe.." you spoke calmly. he plopped himself down on the couch after grabbing his beer can off the table where he also left some coke residue. "angel" he spoke gently in response, almost to mock you. "why did you call me?" you ask with a wavering voice. his smile left him again. he took a big swig from his can then looked at you intensely with his chin pointed to his chest. his knee bounced rapidly. "you're acting weird you- you're grabbing me and you're drinking and-.. i- i mean what does that mean when you call me?.. what is it that you want from me?" you ask desperately worried about him. you even dared move closer to him.

"that shit you pulled.. earlier" you could've sworn his voice got ten times deeper. he crushed the can with one fist and threw it aside. "it was low.. and you're gonna make it up to me. yeah?" there was no calm in him anymore. his stillness accentuated any amount of anger he had in him, which was a lot. "but.. you said it was okay" you recall. "if i hadn't said that, would you be here?" he spat.

your eyes widen for a second. "you need help, rafe" you shook your head worriedly. he simply laughed at your remark. this wasn't the first time someone had said that to him. the blond stood up and made a motion with his hand inviting you to move closer and so you did, not wanting him to fall or anything. "i need help, right?.." you felt both his hands slide onto your hips and tug at your skirt. with every pull, it felt as if your skirt was practically pushing itself off of you.

"then help me" he whispered. you felt him make his way into your panties and the skirt wasn't even fully off. you opened your mouth to protest but his fingers were already in motion. his heart was beating fast and his movement got stronger.

before you knew it, your clothes were tossed and so was his.

and your skirt was lying shredded on the ground.

divider by cursed-carmine

sorry this is so short its one of my old stories. enjoy!

!warnings: toxic relationship, emotional abuse, power imbalance, verbal aggression, isolation

you could’ve been reading, sleeping or watching movies but you were at a kook party with your boyfriend. that’s all you could think of as you sat at the island of kelce’s kitchen. rafe had sat you down there about two hours ago with a glass of juice and a straw as if you were a child. he came to check on you every ten or twenty minutes. every time he came, your hope for him to bring you outside grew stronger and stronger but he never did.

after a little while, you heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen and you looked towards where he would soon enter with an annoyed look on his face. “i want to go outside” you stated clearly for what felt like the millionth time. he scoffed and looked between you and the glass. he walked closer to you until you had to crane your neck at an uncomfortable angle. “baby.. how many times am i going to come here and see this half empty?.. hm?” he leaned forward glaring into your eyes giving you the same look he always did. “half full” you muttered. “what?” he spat back almost immediately. “i’m not thirsty” you spoke softly. he simply continued to glare at you as he shook his head and scoffed. “you’re not thirsty..” he repeated under his breath in an irritated tone. he took the cup from in front of you and went to pour the rest of what was in it in the sink. bringing your head back down, you noticed as he went around the island, your phone in his back pocket.

“girls who don’t finish their juice don’t go outside” he said as he turned on the faucet and rinsed out the glass. you hung your head low and listened to his words but it was soon back up again by the sound of the cup being slammed on the counter. you looked at rafe who seemed ten times angrier. “you know you’re impossible.. right? you act like this and expect me to bring you with me?” you remained silent shocked by the sudden sound. his eyes were piercing through you like they were trying to force an answer from you. “y/n!” he shouted which got a jump out of you. you remained silent looking at your fidgeting hands in your lap. “fine.. keep that attitude”

he put down the cup and walk back around the island now coming towards you. “just wait ‘till we get home… yeah?” his quiet tone made you shiver. you watched as he walked away through where he came leaving you alone once again.

"i don't know why i like it" - RIO

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