'Safe with Rafe' Y/N x Rafe Cameron

Chapter XLVII

"Come on." Rafe says, noticing your downturned face. It saddened him to see you so torn at the idea of making the two of you public, but it quickly clicked to him why you felt that way.
Maybe you didn't know exactly why Jj was the way he was around Rafe, but Rafe certainly knew; and although he felt bad for you, he couldn't help but smirk at the idea of Jj finding out.
The ultimate victory.
"we'll go for a drive to mine, get a change of clothes and freshen up at the beach. How does that sound?" He asks compassionately.
You look up to him with doe eyes, thank full at how caring he can be when he wants to be. His idea of washing away your worries was far better than you could've brain stormed for yourself.
"Sounds like a plan." You smile.

As Rafes truck approaches his own drive way, he notices Ward out on the boat doing what looked like replacing the oxygen tanks with new ones which sparked a bit of curiosity in him as it was pretty unusual for Ward to be working around the boat on his own. Normally, he would hire somebody to do stuff like that for him but from Rafes perspective, it almost seemed as if Ward was hoping to catch him coming home.

"Hey, you stay in the car, alright?" Rafe says as his gaze stays on Ward. His body language coming off as skittish.
"Uh, yeah. Okay." You hesitate, furrowing your eyebrows at his face as you try to read his features.
Your angled face towards his causes him to finally look at you, his face read as worried at first quickly turns into a flashy smile, reassuring you that everything was fine, even if he felt it wasn't.

Ward acknowledges Rafes truck parked in the drive way but he continues to the oxygen tanks anyways, hoping Rafe would find the courage to get out of the car at any moment now for he knew his son well, or at least he would presume that to be true, but he knows what Rafe thinks of him.
Sketchy, mean, manipulative, aggressive.
He knows of Rafes discomfort and resentment around him and that could be due to a few slip ups he had allowed himself to cause, altering Rafes image of his own father possibly forever. Like the time he had beat Barry's ass senseless at his own home, or when Topper had approached Rafe one day accusing his father of choking him.

Ward knows what Rafe knows. Yet he manically chooses to hide it, pretend it never happened. Manipulation runs deep in his blood and it's all he's ever known to make up for his lack of love towards anything else but money.

Ward straightens his posture from the tanks after hearing Rafes truck door finally slam shut. Observing his son who was messily dressed in last nights suit.

Rafe knows better than to ignore his fathers presence so he directs his route from the house to towards the family boat where his father stood waiting.
"You didn't come home last night." Ward says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Yeah, sorry about that...I stayed somewhere." Rafe says anxiously as he finally stands before his father.
"You mean," Ward begins as he gestures a nod towards Rafes truck, "that girls house?"

Rafe diverts his once anxious eyes from the ground below his feet to towards his fathers eyes daringly.
A temperamental tantrum can be felt creeping it's way up his body as it begins to feel light with rage at his fathers tone of voice as he mentions you.
He had always known how his father felt about your family, which was decently understandable. Your family did have quite a rep for being mean, self centred and tied to drug lords. But Wards opinion on you was unfair, and Rafe wasn't sure how much more name shaming he could take of the girl he loves unconditionally before he finally snaps.

"That girls name is Y/N, and so what? I think you forget sometimes I'm an adult." Rafe says surprisingly stern towards his father as he begins to walk away. Wards eyes slightly widen at his sons gutsy tone of voice.
"You're my son, Rafe, and I love you but I can't have her ruining your future." Ward says just as stern.
Rafe turns back towards his father, closing the distance between them again as he almost staunches him in stature.
"See, that's the thing. You don't love me, not like how you love Sarah. If you loved me, you'd let me be happy. That's kinda what the whole point of being a father is." Rafe almost snaps, his hands gesturing in from of him as he talks.

Wards breathing deepens in anger as he swiftly checks his surroundings, his eyes landing on you in the passengers seat, oblivious at the exchange between the two on the boat as you rest your tired head against the window. Rafe follows his fathers line of sight, feeling icky the moment he realises that it had landed on you.
Noticing your disregard of the situation, Wards hands fly to Rafes jaw almost instantaneously as he pushes Rafe into the cabin of the boat secretively, causing Rafes eyes to widen in fear.

It wasn't that he was surprised at his fathers actions, in fact, it was something he was used to. But he was aware of what his father was capable of, and it sparked terror in him.

"Now Rafe, this is exactly why I don't want you hanging around her. I don't know what's given you the balls to speak back to me like that but I can only assume it's her doing. Her parents poisoned her and now she is poisoning you." Ward spits menacingly.
Rafe only stares back towards his fathers hatred filled eyes with his own glassy ones. His body frozen in fear like a deer in headlights, struggling to find the courage to utter a single word. He remains silent. Obedient until his father retracts his grip on Rafes jaw before leaving the boat entirely, leaving Rafe standing alone and scared as his eyes begin to over flow with tears of ire.

Rafe takes a minute to compose himself before exiting the boat as well, finally walking inside and upstairs to hurriedly grab a few articles of clothing at random.
A casual black t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, topped with a black and white cap.
He tries his hardest not to ponder too long on his fathers hurtful words knowing he can't control his emotions sometimes when they get the best of him and now being one of those times, his mind runs to the only place it knows to run to during a time like this.

Barry.