intoxicated- rafe cameron

fifteen (s)

**this chapter contains adult content**

"What the fuck were you doing out there?" He throws my wrist down and steps away from me, his back facing me when we finally reach his house.

I slam his bedroom door closed behind us, rage flooding through my body like blood. "Excuse me?"

He lets out a loud scoff before slowly turning back to me. "Back there, Y/N. I told you to wait by my fucking car. And what did you do? Disobey."

I let out a fake laugh. "Oh, don't be so coy, Rafe." I cross my arms across my chest. 

He stalks toward me. "Was that so hard to do? Huh? I asked you to do one simple thing: stay out of it. And you didn't."

"I don't need to stay out of it!"

"Bullshit!"

My anger vanishes when I look into his eyes. They soften as he takes a deep breath. He raises the palm of his hands and digs them into his eyes. "Hey- hey what's wrong?" I ask while walking up to him. I place both of my hands on the sides of his face.

He doesn't meet my eyes.

"Baby- just tell me what's wrong, please-" I try, forcing his head down.

He swats my hands away, pushing me back with a strong grip on my shoulders. "I'm fine, okay? Can you just leave?"

"No, I want to help you. What's going on?"

Rafe jabs a finger in my direction, pointing at the door behind me. "Get out!"

At this point, I didn't know if I was angry or sad- but it didn't matter. I shake my head, lifting my hands up in surrender. "Fine. You win. Fuck you, Rafe."

I make sure not to look at his face as I walk out, pulling the door shut behind me. I don't even remember walking out of his house because all I see is red. He's such an asshole. He treats me like I'm his, like I'm valued and that he cares about me... but then he goes and pulls shit like this. Still, I can't help but feel for him. He's going through a lot, and I'm sure he doesn't mean it.

"Dammit," I mutter to myself. I pace back and forth between my house and his, trying to decide what to do. I know I probably shouldn't go back there...

But I'm never been known to be particularly intelligent. My legs are taking me... somewhere. And before I know it, I'm knocking on Rafe's bedroom door.

I hear some muffled noises but ignore them and knock, calling out his name. "Rafe...?" There's no response, so I repeat the notion. Once, twice... when suddenly-

"FUCK!" I hear him yell. There's a rush of loud commotion coming from behind his bedroom door. I hear glass being broken, books being knocked off shelves, furniture being dragged across the floor...

But the curiosity of what's going on behind those closed doors stops when I hear something hit the wall. And I immediately know that it was his fist. Then, silence.

And that's what really scares me.  

My eyes go wide, nerves plaguing my mind, and anxiety shivers running up and down my body. I grip tightly onto the door handle and try to pull it open, but I fail. "Fuck." I try a few more times, but I fail. Reluctantly, I lean my forehead against the door and hope that he will just let me in. "Rafe, open the door. Now."

I hear his chuckle a low laugh after a few beats of silence, then sniff deep and loud. He doesn't answer me, but at least I know that he's listening. 

"Look, if you don't let me in, I'm going to bust this damn door down. Or- or,"