Stage 2

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Y/n pov:
I fall on my knees with my head in my hands. I bang on the floor "no" I sob. "I'm so so so sorry" I whisper rubbing my belly in circular motions. It was all my fault, deep down it was all my fault. If I hadn't turned him away or maybe if I wrote him a longer letter he would still be here. I feel a warm presents hugging around me body tight. I open my eyes and see his rings, reefs rings. My eyebrows turn inwards. I turn around on my knees. Looking him in his eyes how was he here when he overdosed. "How" I feel his body to check just in case I am loosing it. "How did u fake on od, rafe" I push him away. "That's not important right now y/n all that matter is that u can be here with you and the baby in peace" he holds my arms. "You psycho" i step back. "Y/n I really wish you didn't do that he follows. "Rafe, you need to leave? I'm calling ward to tell them your alive" I go to grab my phone. He picks it up faster than me and throws it across the rooms against the wall it smashes into pieces. I flinch. He smiles and pints at it "oh shit" he laughs.
Then he looks back at me "shit look what you made me do" he puts his hand so. His head pasting back fourth. I run around the table but he pushes me up against the wall and the back of my head smashes into it I squint my eye in pain. " please don't do this, think of the baby, our beautiful baby" I touch his face. His hand feel my stomach. I kiss his cheek across to his mouth " our baby" I whisper. I kiss him again lightly touching his face. "I'm sorry he says in between kisses. "It's okay, just touch me rafe, I miss your big hands on my body". He kisses down my body lifting my shirt up to feel my boobs his hands slip into my trousers touching me in all the eights spots. My legs slowly lifts up. And he carries my to the bedroom. At this point I'm doing thing, this for him not me. My boyfriend is trouble..do I call him that anymore.
I missed this book so I though I would write another stage or season to it, only a short chapter to get used to writing it again.

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