JJ MAYBANK AND RAFE CAMERON IMAGINES

Cold shoulder - Rafe Cameron 

Warning: abuse

Three hours.

Three fucking hours.

Darkness. Silence. Regret.

Did it hurt?

Yes of course it did!

Spinning, turning, pulsing, and pain.

That. That was the worst part, in the back of your head still hearing the words roaming around wanting to break out.

You never thought it would be this bad. Never.

Out of everything you've done for him, he repays you with a the cold pain in your heart.

Only hours before you seemed fine.

What the hell happened?

It was loud. Broken glass everywhere on the floor, blood slowly leaving your feet as you stomped around. Hands being thrown as both voices tried to power over each other.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up" the vein in his neck now standing out more then ever.

"You think I don't want too. You don't think I'm tired of constantly screaming at you! Why? Why the fuck don't you listen?"

He toward over you holding his head high marking his territory. Heart racing panic washing over you, pulling your head high showing you standing here.

"Watch your fucking mouth" he growled.

His eyes had a darkness you've never seen before. The light that was shining not even an hour ago was gone. Drowned in the mistakes.

"I told you not to! I told you to stay the fuck away and yet here you are fucking throwing shit around" your hands flew to his chest pushing and hitting him.

"I gave you one warning! One simple fucking warning and here you-" trying to push him away he grabs your wrist twist them back until you cried out.

"Yah! I know what you said. And I don't plan on listening" he pushed you which caused you to fall.

Glass sinking into your skin as you sat on the floor. "Get out" your voice was almost a whisper.

"No" he stood over you with a smirk on his face knowing you wouldn't do anything.

"I said get the fuck out! I want you out now"

He grabbed you by the wrist yanking you up. He pulled he back of head so you'd look up, as he looked down at you he saw the damage you've taken.

The side by your eye now red soon to be grey and purple. Your nose was slowly running down with blood, your lip busted open easily needing more than two stitches.

As you looked at him you saw what you've done. Three claw marks right over his eye, blood from his nose falling. A reminder of how you punched him, but not only blood on him nose but white.

The same fucking white powered shit you told him to stop using.

"How about you go fuck some other girl again. Huh? How about you get another fucking slut to go clean up your shit."

You broke from his hold seeing his eyes soften.

"How about you go find a bitch that will take you in when your dad kicked you out! I'm so fucking done with this. Honestly, I'm tired and I want this to stop I want you to leave now"

"If you make me leave I'm not coming back!"

You rolled your eyes as if it was a surprise to you. "Okay great fine by me"

"Fuck" on the top of his lungs he yelled, so loud that you covered your ears. He grabbed a the flower vase that rest on the table by the door.

He chucked it at the wall next to you sending pieces of glass towards your face.

You saw him finally leave.

He opened the door and left.

Sliding down on the wall you cried.

Three hours.

Three fucking hours.

Darkness. Silence. Regret.

Did it hurt?

Yes of course it did!

The door opened.

The door closed.

In front, he stood.

Looking at you.

He sat next to you.

Looking at each other.

Somehow. Someway.

You got stuck.

And you needed to get out.

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Word count 658

Okay this was a bit of a rough one.

Please if you or someone you know is being hurt reach out to the authorities or an adult you trust.

I was in a way thinking this can turn into a Jj one some how?

Not sure but would you want that?