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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 "𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖"
A/n: this is a double update, so please read thirty seven first :)))
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, you've been asked to go overseas? You're not apart of the Navy or anything!" I shout out of pure confusion.
"My dad had planned to have a business meeting in the Bahamas, so I will be taking his place and proceeding on with his job," Rafe explains curtly.
"No, you can't just leave!" I attempt to find a resolution.
"Yes I can and I will! We will not fight over this anymore!" He crumples the paper slightly when his hand smacks onto the wall.
"If you leave, we're breaking up."
I couldn't think of anything else to say. I had to find something that would catch his attention enough that he would feel torn about his decision and possibly even change it.
"You're bluffing," he shakes my words off.
"No, I'm being real about this. I won't do this anymore, I thought we were done with being involved in our parents work? We shouldn't have to do anything for them," I look at him in scrutiny.
"You know what his work means to me, I always wanted to take over the business, regardless of his past mistakes," Rafe frowns.
"I won't let you! You and I both know this isn't what you want, you're just trying to fill that hole inside you that he ripped away! You're trying to make everything okay again but it won't ever be!" I snap.
"If you can't support me in my decisions, then I guess you were never a good fiancé to begin with," he grits his teeth.
"Whatever, Rafe. Believe what you want to believe," I stomp upstairs, not wanting to look at him anymore.
Not even two seconds later he's pulling at my arm to come back.
"Shit, I'm sorry. Please don't leave me. I keep screwing everything up and I don't want to. I'm just so fucking scared right now and I'm taking it out on you. You don't deserve that. If anything, I'm being a bad fiancé right now. You don't fucking deserve me angel," he cups my face in his hands.
"I don't wanna talk, Rafe," I push my face away from his hold.
"I'm trying to make things right! Can't you see?" He frowns.
"I see your intentions, but I don't like them," I don't say another word, instead locking myself into my room.
I lay in bed for hours, desperate to sleep, but not being able to even get a singular hour in.
My eyes sank deeply after staring at the same part of the wall for hours. It got quite boring after awhile.
I think I just wanted Rafe by my side, but that obviously hasn't worked out for myself. Maybe if I just sneak into his room, he won't notice I came in.
