The Sinner

23

It's been three days now, and I still haven't heard from Rafe.

I'm assuming he did find another place to stay, or he's dead in a ditch somewhere. I wouldn't know since I haven't talked to him. But to be honest with you, I'm not saying anything until he apologizes.

Being vulnerable after a breakup, especially a toxic one always has it's challenges. To build trust with another person, to let them into your life, it's a hard fucking thing to do. Rafe made me feel  like being with him would be easy.

Although I don't think that's going to be the case.

We all have our up's and downs, don't get me wrong. Rafe just seems like he'd be a challenge of it's own. Maybe there's a reason why he's never been able to settle down with someone. Maybe there's something hidden deep down that even he doesn't know he has in him.

Despite what happened between us, I'm determined to find out what that deep thing is inside of him. Maybe it's something that's really good and he's scared to show the world. Or maybe it's something bad. I don't know, but, I know being the nosy person I am - I'll find out.

My house was empty, and I was starting to feel even more lonely then I usually do. When Rafe would stay here and keep me company, I don't think I could even remember the feeling of loneliness. He would just replace it immediately.

I miss that feeling. I miss the feeling of him filling the void in my life that I hated. This space made me realize how much I genuinely like him. But the terrifying point is that he had to have meant what he said, otherwise he'd be here with me right now.

I hear a hard slam downstairs that makes me jump. Heavy footsteps follow through the house that can be easily heard. I open my door slightly and hear voices mumbling downstairs.

"You didn't have to slam the door Mike," A woman's voice says. I should've figured it would've been them. I walk out of my room, my feet sticking to the hardwood floor as I walk down the hall. Although I stop once I get to the top of the stairs.

"I'm pissed off Maggie," My father says. "Ward didn't tell me anything, the selfish bastard made me find it out myself."

"I understand, but keep your voice down. Unless you want your daughter to hear everything," Maggie warns. I tilt my head to the side. What did Ward not tell my dad? What are they hiding from me? 

"I can't leave her hear alone anymore," My father says. "It's getting too dangerous now." What the hell?

"I'll stay here with her, and you go to Nassau," Maggie suggests. "If I'm really going to be included in this family, we'll have to bond at some point."

"She's not going to come to you with open arms I hope you know," My father says. "She's had a long line of being hurt by people." Including you dick face.

"We'll figure it out Mike," Maggie says. "Go talk to her. She deserves and explanation as to why you've been gone for two weeks." I turn on my heel and walk back towards my room.

Now I'm really confused. Why was it too dangerous for me to be here? What did he get himself involved in?

I enter my room and take a glance around at how unkempt everything is. I pretend to clean it and grab the first thing I see. This hoodie was clearly not mine; I held it up to see how big it was. I think I'm convinced it would stretch down over my upper thighs. I raise it up to my nose and instantly regret it.

It smelled like him.

Dior fucking Sauvage.

He only wore this to bed, but that signature scent stuck to him like glue. I sigh, trying to fight back the tears that have been waiting to be released all day. I hear a light knock on my door and quickly turn around, sucking them back in.