intoxicated- rafe cameron

ten

We must've fallen asleep after we cleaned ourselves up, because I wake up with Rafe's arm weaved around my waist, holding me tightly against his chest. I squint at the light peeking its way through the closed blinds and try to sit up, but Rafe's hand holds me tighter, not letting me leave.

I smile. "I need to get up, big man. We can't be in bed all day."

He sighs and mumbles a quick, "Yes we can," before he buries his face back into my hair, taking a long inhale.

"Rafe, come on-" I whine with a smile, putting my hands on top of his. I'm trying to pry out of his territorial grasp, but I can't shake his tight grip.

"Fine," he groans and squeezes me once more before removing his hands and releasing me. I sit up and look at the clock: 3 pm. I stand up and stretch before picking up my clothes from the floor and begin putting them back on. He smiles, watching me do so.

"Yeah, you like the view?" I laugh, clipping my bra back into place.

He shakes his head. "Nah, I like it better when you take them off," he finishes with a smirk and makes his way back over to me, pecking me on the lips. I smile when he pulls back and leans his forehead against mine.

He sighs. "I'm going to go run some errands, okay?"

I nod, smile fading. Damn, why did it hurt so much when he told me he'd leave?

"I'll see you later," he says, letting go of me and walking out the door.

Just like that... The moment's over.

**POV IS RAFE'S

I'm on my way to Barry's place again, riding my new motorbike I bought with my dad's money for the generators...

As the engine purrs underneath me, I smile and push harder on the gas. It's a fucking great way to escape reality.

I jump off of small dirt hills, catching air. I turn sharply down the winding dirt roads, and pop the clutch, drifting like there's no tomorrow.

Usually, I try to run and hide from my thoughts, but Y/N really gave me some things to think about. During my small ride to Barry's, I've been having an argument with myself, viewing both sides of the situation...

On one hand, I know that what my dad does to me is not okay. I know that. I also know that as much as it pisses me off, Y/N is right. I know what I have to do, I just don't wanna do it. I don't think I can. As much as I try to appear tough and unable to have emotions, I can't help but be a pussy when I'm around my dad.

I'm afraid of him.

I'm afraid of his actions...

And his temper.

So nonetheless, I'm headed to Barry's to fix my problems. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it, it's like an impulse... It's my first nature.

As I turn my bike off, I unstrap my helmet and run a hand through my messy hair. As I set the helmet down on my bike, a few of the junkies hanging in Barry's front yard stare at me as I walk up the rickety stairs. Shit, no matter how many times I come here, these fucking Pogues still can't believe that a Kook comes around these parts. Suddenly, an older guy bumps shoulders with me. I instantly recognize him.

Luke Maybank. His son, JJ, is the pogue who pulled the fucking gun out the night of the kegger.

He smiles at me. "You should pop that collar, bro," he says with a smile as he walks past me.

I stare back at him blankly, licking my lips in anger. I scoff.

The second that I step into Barry's screened-in patio, I get greeted by the loud bass of music. "Hey, Barry."