Rafe cameron imagines by Ailee. <3

Still the saviour. -🦋🫳🏻

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Thanks to my baby lolamaybank for giving me this great idea. ❤️

Breakup, abusive behavior!!, bad parenting, Rafe being sweet, use of alcohol, minors dni!. Please don't read this if any of the following things like abusive behavior, violence or bruises trigger you.

Summary: Despite their current situation Rafe will always come to save her.

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Two weeks ago

I stared into Rafe's eyes, looking for any sign that this was all a cruel joke but when I didn't find anything near to sincerity I took a few steps back.

„You- You're breaking off with me." I asked him, tears falling down my cheeks.

„I can't do this anymore, I'm sorry y/n." he told me slowly distancing himself from me.

I stayed at this place for another five minutes before  I went back to my car and drove home in a dazed cloud. 

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Present

I'm sitting on my bed, reading a book when I hear the jingle of keys and the harsh push of the door followed by the familiar collision with the wall.

I quickly put out all my lights and lay my book onto the floor before tip-toeing my way towards the door opening it a little bit trying to get a peak down the stairs.

From my position I'm able to see my father hastily rummaging around the wine cabinet from which he takes a bottle of whiskey and lowers himself onto one of the chairs standing beside the cabinet.

I watch him tip back the bottle and take a huge swig, according to his current demeanor he's already drunk and I quickly close the door and try to lock it.

To my horror I'm unable to find my key I always keep in said lock. I quickly skim my room trying to find out where I might've put it.

After two minutes of searching hastily for the key I hear heavy footsteps emerging outside of my room before the creaking sound of my door startles me out of my search.

I take a few steps back and try to calm myself down, this has happened multiple times since my mother left us for a younger and better man, since then he started getting drunk pretty often and once he gets home he takes his pent up anger towards my mother out on me.

He takes two quick strides toward me and I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

„Where's your brother, y/n?" he demands, his tone ice cold.

„I-I don't know I haven't seen him today, maybe he's out with one of his girlfriends." I shrug trying to seem calm and connected.

„God this is so typical I always have to do EVERYTHING ON MY FUCKING OWN." je yelly the last words before I feel his hand colliding with my left rib.

I Yelp in pain and stumble backwards holding my hand above my now bruising rib.

„Can't you be helpful once in your fucking life you worthless peace of shit?!" he yells straight into my face all the while I feel tears build up in the corner of my eyes.

He takes another step forward before taking ahold of my shoulders and shaking me violently. „Call your brother that I expect him to be home in 10 minutes or god knows what i will do to him." he growled at me before gripping my jaw harshly. He stares deep into my eyes before pushing be back so hard that my back collides with the wall behind me and I feel lightheaded for a second.

My father leaves my room and I quickly scramble up closing the door behind him before placing my office chair right below the doorhandle.

I sit down on the floor starting to stop holding my aching ribs.

After a couple of minutes I take my phone to call my brother but instead of clicking onto his contact I see an unread message from Rafe. I click onto it and read what he's texted me.

„Hey, haven't heard from you in a while are you alright?"

I scoff looking down at myself before looking back at my phonescreen.

Rafe is the only person that knows about my dads abusive side. The rest of figure eight just sees my dad as a good ol' fellow who likes to spend his time at the country club talking about how great his kids are.

I think for a moment before clicking onto Rafes contact and clicking the ‚call' button.

It rings a couple of times before I hear the voice I've missed for so long. „Hey, y/n Are you alright? Did something happen to you?" he sounds concerned and this makes my body erupt in sobs.

„He beat me up, I can't breathe properly please help me Rafe." I whimper into the phone, desperate for some comfort and safeness.

„I'll be there in ten."

„Please stay on the phone with me, I'm scared that he will come back." I whimper weakly trying to hold it together.

„I will don't worry."

Seven minutes later I hear the sound of tires squeaking outside on the pavement before the slam of a car door fills the quiet afternoon air.

„Where is she?"

„I don't know what you're talking about."

„YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT, WHERE IS Y/N?!" I hear Rafe scream.

„That useless kid is in her room." I hear my father snarl before quick footsteps basically fly up the stairs.

„Oh my god are you okay, where did he hurt you?" Rafe falls onto his knees informer of me.

I lift up my shirt showing him the forming bruise on my rib.

He Lounges forward hugging me tightly, careful not to touch my rib. „I never should've left you, I'm so sorry. I messed up. It's all my fault. Please let me make it up to you. I love you. I'm so, so sorry. I never ever should've left you. How could I leave you alone here?!" I hear him ramble into my hair.

I hug him back whispering „It's okay Rafe, you have nothing to do with this it's not your fault."

He lifts his head back up locking eyes with me. His eyes are swollen and carried dark blue bags underneath their rims.

He reached for his backpack and takes out a coolpad, pressing it to my wound before giving me a kiss on top my head.

„I thought leaving you would fix all of your problems, I thought your das would acknowledge you better when you're not dating his worst enemy's son, I thought everything would be fine." He whispers to me.

I look down at the coolpad and slowly shake my head. „Turns out you're wrong." I say before scooting back and sitting down on my bed, reclining my torso.

„Can you just hold me please?" I whisper to him.

„Yes of course." he whispers back before getting up and going to my wardrobe knowing damn well I still had a box with and old pair of sweats and a hoodie he wore a year ago.

He quickly changes into it and takes out a spear room key he always had from the times where we've been dating before locking the door.

He crawls into bed with me wrapping his arms tightly around me. Comfort immediately overtook me and I inhaled the smell of him.

„I thin-„ I tried to say before he cut me off.

„Just calm down and try to sleep, I'm right here, I won't leave, I will still be here when you wake up holding you just like this. We can talk about everything tomorrow, for now I just want you to feel safe and comfortable." He whispered to me.

„Thanks Rafe." I whisper before falling into the first peaceful sleep I've had since we've been separated.

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Thank you all for 16k+ reads I love you.

I also apologize for any typos it's kinda late here and my brain is mush from all the working on my school project I still hope you like it tho.