obsession chapter 5 🤔👀👀 when 😻😻
𝘤𝘸: 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦.
𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝙊𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉
Cherry leaned against the counter, holding a red plastic cup filled to the brim with some cheap beer. “I told you not to bring him… did he guilt trip you or something?”
You didn’t answer right away. Across the living room, Rafe was already on the couch with Topper and Kelce, laughing with them while holding a beer in his hand like he belonged there. But his eyes weren’t on them. They were locked on you—unblinking, intense, that same restless hunger simmering just beneath the surface.
You forced a small shrug. “We did nothing wrong.”
Cherry pulled back just enough to look at you, eyebrows raised. A teasing scoff slipped out of her. “Oh, so you’re a we now?”
You rolled your eyes and before you could respond, she grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward the circle of people gathering on the floor. “Come on. Truth or dare. You’re not escaping this.”
The living room filled with the usual chaotic energy—music low, bottles clinking, someone already arguing over the rules. Rafe didn’t move from the couch at first, but you felt his stare following every step you took. When you sat down in the circle, he stood up without a word, leaving Topper and Kelce mid-conversation.
He walked straight over, dropped down behind you, and before you could react, strong hands gripped your waist and pulled you back into his lap. Your back hit his chest as he settled you firmly against him, one arm wrapping around your middle like a claim. His chin rested near your shoulder, breath warm against your skin.
“There,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “Better.”
Cherry’s teasing smile faded. She glanced between the two of you, suddenly a lot less amused.
A few people complained, topper one of them. “Dude, get off his lap. We can’t even see the bottle.”
Then cherry let out a sarcastic laugh. “Yeah, move. It’s hard to tell who it lands on.”
Rafe frowned hard, jaw tight. “The fuck does it matter?” he muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed. “C’mon baby, I’ll sit with you later, okay?” Rafe gave a pout before eventually… after a second of stubborn resistance, he reluctantly let you slide off his lap and sit on the floor.
You ended up beside Chase and rafe’s stare burned into the side of your face the entire time.
The bottle spun a few times. It landed on other people first—basic truths, stupid dares, some drinking. Laughter filled the room. Rafe stayed quiet, body tense, eyes fixed on you and Chase sitting so close.
Then the bottle landed between Chase and Kelce. Kelce immediately laughed. “Ohh shit, truth or dare, pogue.”
Kelce’s grin widened. “I dare you to kiss Y/n.”
The room went quiet and awkward for a second. You felt every pair of eyes shift toward you.
Before Chase could even lean in, Rafe stood up. He stared at you with a hard frown, then walked over slowly. Without a word, he grabbed Chase by the shirt and shoved him clean off the spot beside you. Chase hit the floor with a surprised grunt. Rafe dropped down in his place, turned toward you, and made an exaggerated pouty kiss face—lips pushed out, waiting.
The whole room went dead silent. Weirded out. Uncomfortable.
You felt the pressure of everyone’s stares. The dual-voice edge from earlier still lingered in the back of your mind. Not wanting to make it worse, you leaned in and gave Rafe a small, quick peck on the lips.
For a second he stayed still, eyes closed. Then he opened them—and froze. He looked at his reflection in your eyes and immediately fell back. The second he saw it, something in his face shattered. “H—holy shit! Fuck—it’s not me, please—it’s not.”
His voice cracked, raw and terrified. He jerked back like he’d been burned, shoving himself away from you. The dual-edge was gone… this was just Rafe—the real one—clawing his way to the surface for a moment.
Then he grabbed a bottle, smashed it against the table causing green sharp shards to break everywhere. He turned he bottle and started hitting his face with the sharp part.
Everyone panicked when blood started to pour from his face. “What the hell? take him to the hospital!”
Cherry’s eyes widened. Topper half-stood. The whole circle stared as Rafe pressed his hands to his head, breathing hard, looking around like he didn’t recognize the room.
Then the shift happened again.
His expression smoothed out. The panic drained away. A slow, uneven laugh slipped out of him as he looked back at you, eyes dark and soft and wrong all at once.
“Oh… I’m sorry,” he said, voice light, almost playful. He wiped at the blood on his face like nothing had happened and scooted right back beside you, hand settling on your thigh again. “Got a little in my head for a second.”
You stayed quiet, eye contact with his bloody face while everyone panicked… you didn’t want this anymore.
After the party broke up early (no one really knew what to say after Rafe’s episode), you tried to get him to a clinic. You even drove him to the emergency entrance, but the second the automatic doors opened he locked up. He wouldn’t get out of the truck. Wouldn’t even open the door.
“I’m fine,” he kept saying, laughing like the whole thing had been a joke. “Nothing’s wrong with me. You’re overreacting.”
You argued with him for twenty minutes in the parking lot before giving up. There was no forcing Rafe Cameron to do anything he didn’t want to do.
So you took him home… back at your place it was quiet. The two of you sat at the small dining table, the only light coming from the kitchen. Rafe leaned in after a minute and carefully pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering longer than they needed to.
You pulled away and stood up. “Hey—where you goin’?” he asked, brows pulling together.
“Just the bathroom, Rafe… okay?”
He looked up at you, already tense. “Can I stand outside?”
You let out a dry, exhausted chuckle. That was the last straw. “Why did you do that tonight?” you asked, voice sharp. “Why did you act like that?”
Rafe’s jaw tightened. He glanced away for a second, then back. “Chase was—look, the guy was all over you. I got in my head.”
“No. You’re scaring people, Rafe. You’re scaring me.”
He dragged a hand down his face. “I don’t know why I did it, alright? I just… freaked out. I’m sorry.”
You stepped closer and tilted his chin up so he had to look at you. “It’s not normal. None of this is normal.”
His eyes flickered. “I know Chase likes you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
Something in you snapped. “No—you know what? Everything was fine before. Everything was good. You were—”
The second the words left your mouth, guilt washed over you. His face crumpled just enough for the real hurt to show. You exhaled hard. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”
The silence stretched. Then you asked the question that had been sitting in your chest all night. “Do you even like me?”
Rafe stood up so fast the chair scraped. “What? I love you.”
“No. No, no—do you even like me? Is Rafe happy?”
He stared at you for a long second. “…Yeah.”
Something in your expression must have told him you didn’t believe it. You turned and started walking away. “Where are you going?” he called after you.
“To the fucking bathroom, Rafe—can I do that?”
He scoffed, voice rising. “Can you tell me you love me?”
You stopped and looked back at him. Your voice came out quieter. “This is all I ever wanted…”
“Yes it is. Yes it is, Y/n. It’s always been you.”
Your throat tightened. “I want this to work so bad.”
“No—it can’t.” The words finally broke free. “Okay? You need to go home. We need space.”
His eyes glassed over almost instantly. “No. No, please—”
“We have to take space from each other, Rafe!” you yelled. “It’s normal for couples to have fucking space!”
He looked wrecked. “I don’t want space. Just tell me what to do. Tell me and I’ll do it.”
“God, I just want you to be Rafe!”
He dropped to his knees in front of you so suddenly it made you freeze. His hands found your hips, gripping like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. Tears finally slipped down his face. “I can,” he said, voice cracking. “I can. I’ll be whatever the fuck you want me to be.”
His forehead pressed against your stomach.
“I—it’s not real…” You breathed shakily, looking down at him.
He looked up at you, eyes glassy and confused.“What do you mean?”
“It’s not real…” you said in a shaky voice, shaking your head.
Rafe’s hands tightened on your hips. “What? I love you… in every reality, Y/N.”
You looked at him, before a smile pulled at your lips. It was all you ever wanted to hear, right? “I love you too—“
The words were barely out of your mouth when something shifted. Rafe slowly started walking backward, movements stiff and unnatural, like a film rewinding until he stood at the doorway of the kitchen.
You scrambled back, heart slamming against your ribs. “W—what the fuck!? Rafe, stop! Rafe, stop—you’re scaring me!”
Just as suddenly as it started, he snapped out of it. He blinked hard, face softening, and stepped forward again with his hands raised like he was approaching a frightened animal. “Don’t be scared, baby. Don’t be scared. I would never hurt you.”
He stood there in the dim light for a long second, waiting. You swallowed hard and finally spoke. “…What if you take the bed for yourself tonight?”
Rafe’s expression twisted. Without another word he stormed into the kitchen. Loud noises followed—cabinet doors slamming, something clattering against the counter. “Rafe… what are you doing!?”
“I don’t need your fucking attention!” he yelled.
“Rafe, what are you doing!?”
He came back into the room, breathing hard and a knife in hand. “Well, if i have the bed all to myself tonight, I’ll lay there warm… until i slowly feel cold, like i walked into a freezer. My hands will feel like they’re full of sand, like when you lay on them wrong. And that feeling will slowly spread across my entire body. You’re still in my heart but slowly slipping. Any thought of pain or regret, will slip away like a chemical switch. And even though it’s quiet in the room, it somehow gets even quieter. It’s not painful, you just let go everything you once were, and then there’s nothing… not darkness, darkness is a color. Just… nothing.”
It was quiet for a second. You just stared at him.
Then, “…Or you could just stay.” And he just turned and walked back into the bedroom.
You sank down onto the floor where you were, knees pulled up, trying to catch your breath.
You didn’t push it, blood dried on his face and eventually two of you ended up in your bed—him on his side facing you, arm draped heavily over your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear. Within minutes his breathing evened out. He was asleep.
You stared at the ceiling for a long time, listening to the quiet house and the steady sound of his breathing. Every time you closed your eyes you saw the way his face had changed when he caught his reflection. Maybe it was the real rafe…
Your phone buzzed once on the nightstand and you turned your head slowly, careful not to wake him. The screen lit up the dark room with a single notification.
You reached for the phone with a slightly shaking hand, moving as carefully as possible so you wouldn’t wake him. When you finally got it off the nightstand without him stirring, you let out a quiet sigh of relief.
The screen lit up the dark room.
Chase: hey. i need to tell you something important. can you talk?
You stared at the message for a few seconds, then typed back.
i can’t right now. Tomorrow :You
Almost immediately the three dots appeared.
Chase: no. it’s important. if you don’t come i’ll just come over
Your stomach dropped. The last thing you needed was Chase showing up at the door while Rafe was asleep in your bed. You glanced over at Rafe’s still form, his arm still draped heavily across the mattress like he was waiting for you to come back even in his sleep.
sorry for posting REALLY late and for the REALLY long wait 😭 no excuses, i lowk just couldn’t find the motivation to continue but i have now!
Chapter six will be the very last chapter of my obsession series. Please reblog and like, thank you!!
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