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Uncle| Rafe

the past week ive been staying at rafes house. i always spend most of my time there because were inseperable.

we rarely went to my house because of my uncle. the only times i bring rafe over is when my uncle isnt home, because he is an abusive drunk. but rafe doesnt know that. i always find a way to make up believable excuses as to why we cant go to my house.

i didnt tell rafe because even though he acts tough, theres a broken boy behind his eyes. he is never treated right by his family, and i didnt want him to worry about me when hes already going through a lot.

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we had just gotten out of the shower and we wrapped ourselves in towels.

"shit." i mumbled while digging through my bag.

"what is it?" rafe asked while walking over to me.

"i forgot my dress" i said while placing my hand on my head in stress.

"babe you have lots of tank tops and shorts here" he said in a confused tone

"but those are like casual, i want to look nice." i replied

"dont stress, i can drive you to your house to get it." he said while wrapping his arms around my waist

as much as i wanted to say "okay" i couldnt. i havent been home in a week. my uncle was definatley angry and drunk. but maybe he would be asleep?

"no its okay, ill just walk. but thank you though." i said while turning around to kiss him.

"No. its getting late. youre not walking alone." he said strongly

"baby im fine. its only like a 5 minute walk." i said convincingly. "and besides, itll be nice going for a nice walk" i added on.

"fine." he groaned

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i threw on a pair of shorts and rafes hoodie, and my shoes.

"be safe. call me if you need anything. and if youre not back in 15 minutes , i will drive there myself, got it? " he said

"yes, i love you" i replied

"i love you" he said while pulling me in for a kiss.

i could feel his eyes on me as i walked down the street.

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once i got to my house i took a deep breath before i walked in. i made sure i was as quiet as possible so that he didnt hear me, but i didnt do a good job. the door creaked when i shut it.

"i was wondering when you'd come back. wher'd you go?" my uncle asked as he stumbled out of the kitchen. he was drunk

"i uh- i was at my boyfriends house." i said shakily

"of course you were, little whore." he spat "didnt care to check in?" he asked?

"oh please, like you even cared" i whispered to myself.

"what was that? he questioned. "sounds like attitude to me." he said angirly

i started backing up as he got closer, but i backed into the wall.

"trying to run, huh?" he said as he grabbed my hair

he smashed my head into the glass table, which then sent me tumbling onto the ground, falling on many glass shards. i hissed in pain

i felt something warm dripping from my head so i put my hand there to touch it. when i pulled away it was covered in blood.

he poured his bottle of whiskey onto me. "boyfriends hoodie i see." he remarked