It's You and Me. Always. (JJxREADER)

Chapter 21: Body.

⚠️TW-RAPE AND VOMITING⚠️
guys, this chapter was hard to write. please don't read if you are triggered by this and all of you best be sympathetic to all victims. no victim blaming of any sorts will be tolerated on my story.

Y/N's POV:

When I saw it was Rafe, I immediately tried to walk past him, back to the van but he got ahold of my arm, his grip firm, making it harder to pull away.

"What are you doing in my house?" he spat, the playful demeanour he used to have no longer there.

"I could ask you the same thing," I snapped back, shrugging my arm out of his grip and stepping a good few feet back. "According to Sarah, you were staying at a friends house."

"So, what? You're friends with my sister now? And I was just picking up some of my stuff, not that I need to explain that to you," he scowled. He seemed out of it today, no doubt too coked up to really be aware of his surroundings.

I just rolled my eyes at him before turning around and leaving the house, walking in a fast pace to the van. Rain started trickling down, my clothes slowly becoming damp as I climbed into the van. By the time I pulled out of Sarah's house, it was chucking it down, the sound of the heavy rain splattering against the windshield drowning out the music playing in van.

The rain was so violent, I thought the glass would smash from impact. The weather didn't help with my mood- for some reason, I had a sneaking suspicion someone was following me. Since the start of this whole gold search, my paranoia has sky rocketed, always leaving me looking behind my shoulder for danger.

Pushing my negative thoughts to a side, I decided to go to The Wreck, desperate for some food. I pulled up and just as I was about to walk towards the restaurant, a hand covered my mouth, an arm snaking around my waist and pulling me into a secluded, dark alley.

I struggled in the grip of this person, kicking my legs back, hoping to inflict some pain on them. I screamed with all my might, but it was pointless as their hand just muffled the noise. The grip around my waist loosened very slightly, only enough to push me against the bricked wall, allowing me to see the face of my attacker.

"Hey, doll," Rafe smirked, his hand still firmly over my mouth. I started hitting him, punching his chest away but he grabbed both of my hands, pinning them above my head. His other hand moved to my throat, squeezing it tightly to restrict my breathing.

"Let me go!" I screamed, the sound of the rain almost overpowering my voice- it was just loud enough for him to hear. He just grinned a sickly smile.

His eyes trailed over my body shamelessly, looking at me the way predator does prey. That's how this exact situation was- I was his prey and he was ready to attack.

"Y'know, doll? I don't think I will," he laughed, the situation not presenting itself as a risk to him. Looking into his eyes, I noticed how bloodshot they were- he was high. So fucking high that he probably didn't realise what the fuck he was doing, but I doubt the drugs had any effect on his vile thoughts. Subconsciously, a part of him wanted to do this, with or without consent.

"Hmm," he hummed, leaning down to my neck and inhaling my scent deeply. I moved my face as far as I could, tears streaming down my face as I realised that I wouldn't be able to escape this. His mouth moved to my neck, pressing harsh kisses down that did nothing but disgust me.

A flicker of hope flashed in my eyes as I saw a couple walk past the alley, engrossed in conversation.

"HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but it was pointless. The rain mixed in with the chatter from the restaurant was too overpowering compared to my voice. Rafe picked the perfect spot for his plan, and he made sure to tell me that.