It ends with you (Rafe Cameron)

𝚡𝚒. 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚎

(TW: sexual assault)

The silence killed her.

Rafe had said all but two words in the time he'd picked her up from her driveway and parked his car at a bungalow house at the edge of town.

There was an event going on, as he'd said, but you wouldn't have know it from the outside or even the first floor of the house. It was empty, too empty even. She trailed after him as he brought her down a staircase that led to a basement and the room filled with sounds. A few people had gathered, nothing like the other two parties she'd gone to. There was no dancing, no beer. Just talking and hard liquor.

"You see that guy over there?" He nodded to a guy in the corner. He stood alone, trailing his fingers over the buttons of a jukebox. "I need you to keep him occupied for fifteen minutes. After that, we're out of here and the hundred bucks are yours."

"Where are you going?"

He sniffed, eyes flickering to the door. "I have a, uh, business meeting. Something that doesn't concern Andrew over there so I'd rather have him out of my hair." Her eyes flickered to Andrew. "Call me if you run into trouble." He went to turn around but Rue grabbed him by his arm and spun him back.

"You expect me to run into any trouble?" She was beginning to doubt her decision.

Rafe shook his head. "Nah, Andrew is harmless. Stay with him and you'll be fine."

She nodded slowly. The whole situation didn't sit right with her but she watched Rafe disappear behind a closed door and turned to the guy who was still at the jukebox nonetheless. She praised her lucky stars he was wearing a Chase Atlantic t-shirt.

"Cool shirt man, you've seen them live?" She tried to start the conversation. Andrew looked at her surprised but then nodded. "Sweet, I saw them in Denver last Summer."

"Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Lorie," she lied. She didn't know why but she felt like she should keep her name to herself. "And you are?" She stretched out her hand for him to shake, he glanced at it and looked back up again.

"You sure you're in the right place Lorie?" She stared up at him.

"What do you mean?"

Andrew took a look around, eyes lingering on the hushed whispers before he brought his gaze back to her. "You're the only girl here."

"And you're the only one who isn't drinking, does that mean you shouldn't be here either?"

He sniffed. "I need to keep my mind clear," he said.

"Why is that?"

"I'm the host."

She was gonna kill Rafe.

Andrew brushed past her as he made his way to another room. She grabbed his hand. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom. Am I allowed to?" She nodded and let go off his hand, allowing him to slip away and she cursed the blonde boy that had brought her here as she followed Andrew from a distance, trailing behind him as he walked up the stairs to the first floor. By the time she'd gotten upstairs, she'd lost him.

"Where the fuck are you?" She mumbled under her breath as she trailed through the hall.

"I'm right here, baby." She turned with a start. A big guy with a buzz cut had walked up behind her, a smug grin plastered on his lips. "You lost, little bird?"

Trouble.

"I, uhm, I'm just looking for my friend," she tried, backing away from him but he followed her steps.

"He's not a very good friend if he leaves you here all by yourself is he?" Her back hit the wall. Kick him in the nuts, she thought, but she could actually feel her muscles freeze.

Buzzcut places a hand above her head, bringing his lips to her ear. "I can be your friend," he whispered before bringing his mouth down and sucking on the skin on her neck.

She gasped in horror, pushed against his chest and yelled at him: "Get the fuck off of me!"

He pinned her into place, slammed a hand over her mouth. "It's gonna hurt a lot less if you just relax, little bird."

Her stomach twisted into a knot, her mind spun and tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the strange hand roam her body, touching her in places she shouldn't be touched. She screamed against his hand, wriggled in his grip but he put a knee between her legs to keep her in place.
She pressed her head against the wall, crying silently as Buzzcut trailed forced kisses down her jaw and his hand grabbed het breasts and his nails dug into her skin. "You scream, I won't show you any mercy," he warned before removing his hand from her mouth and bringing it between her legs. She whimpered at his touch, choking on her own tears. Buzzcut went to unbuckle his belt and she wanted to die. She wanted to bleed out on the ground and simply seize to exist. A single second of bravery made her move, but he slammed her against the wall again.

"Please," she cried.

"That's right, beg for me birdie."

And the weight of his body was ripped from her. She heard bone cracking, bodies tumbling to the ground. But she saw nothing but black as she slipped to the ground and covered her face with her hands. She heard the sounds. The groaning, the rapid paces of a fist colliding with someones jaw, maybe a nose. She could almost smell the blood.

"Rue." His hands were on her and she felt every fiber of her body burn.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed as she pulled away.

"Hey," he pulled away from her. Her vision had become blurry from crying but she could see his worried eyes staring down at her. "Hey, it's me."

"Get.. off.." she breathed between sobs. His lingering fingers felt like razors to her skin. Her mind was spinning, she felt her eyes become heavy.

"I'm gonna get you out of here," Rafe said it as if it was a promise.

She felt him move her arm over his shoulder and lift her from the ground, carrying her outside of that terrible house. She remembered him buckling her into the backseat of his car, carrying her up the stairs and putting her to bed, not touching her any more than what was absolutely necessary. She remembered seeing flashes of his face, twisted in anger, his blue eyes darkening.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him."