𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 | Rafe Cameron

FORTY SIX

046 ~ In Your Dreams

I hadn't slept yet. Rafe did all he could, the bath, he gave me sleepy tea, ordered in my favourite Chinese food which i didn't eat so he ordered Thai food which I also didn't eat. Nothing. I was tired, tired as fuck, but I still couldn't seem to fall asleep and it was pushing my buttons. "Baby, stop trying to call him, you know he won't pick up." I see him peeping over my shoulder with a new hot beverage, hot chocolate with whipped cream. "Doing this won't help you let go." He hands me the mug but I set it back down on the place matt, my stomach churned just thinking about anything sweet. My day has been nothing but sweet.

"I know."

He looks at the mug if laid down and I see his face flatten, did I make him feel bad? He's trying to make me feel better and I'm just tossing it off. "Rafe, I'm sorry I'm sure the hot chocolate is great but I'm-"

"No, baby, no. I'm just-" his mug gets put aside mine. "I don't care about the chocolate, I just want you to eat and-or drink because you haven't all day and I'm worried about you." He runs a hand through my hair, soothingly.

"I'm okay I promise." I paint on a smile. "The whole thing just doesn't sit right with me and I can't process-" his arm pulls me into his chest before his hand strokes my shoulder. "You don't have to explain yourself, princess, but can you at least try having some water and something to eat." He suggested. I couldn't. It would come back up and that's the last thing I wanted.

"No." It comes out in a whisper because if I say it any louder I'm scared  I'll break. His hand freezes on my shoulder and his eyes close. "Okay," They open again, nodding slowly, "Okay. Tomorrow?" I nod even though I'm not entirely sure it's true. My stomach felt like it had shrunk by three sizes and nothing could fit before it found it's way out. The whole thing made me physically sick. Rafe could read my mind, he sees my nod and dismisses it as he gets up and holds out his hand.

"Come on its three in the morning and we've procrastinated long enough."

"No we haven't, we've still got 2 episodes of love island left." His lips twitch. "You need rest." And the TV switches off and I groan.

"Your an asshole." I mumble.

"Yeah but you love me anyway." He says pulling me from the couch, his hands squeeze both side of my ass as he rests himself closer to my chest. "Yeah I do, still figuring out why though. I mean what boyfriend tries to make his girlfriend feel better." I scoff, joking.

His lips curve into a smile, I stare at his dented-in dimples. "Yeah, your right. I am an asshole." I giggle for the first time all day before I get serious again, "I appreciate what your doing, Rafe, and I love you for it. Ya' know that right?" I say softly. He presses his lips into my forehead, placing both palms of his warm hands onto my cheeks almost squishing them. He cocks his head to level with me, "were going to see this through. We'll find that bitch and she will rot in hell."

"Why are you doing this?" My eyes water. He does so much- too much- for me. "You don't have to stay here, I'm a big girl." I try kid him but the truth is if I was on my own I wouldn't know what I was capable of.

"Because she hurt what's mine and what do I do when that happens?" He asks. I smile, "I don't know, what happens?"

"I can't tell you" He whispers, lacking detail. What does he mean by that? I look at him confused. "Don't worry about it princess let's get you to bed, okay?" I nod, still trying to figure out what Rafe meant by that.

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Rafe managed to get some sleep. Me however, I was wide awake. I check my phone. 4 30 AM. Of course it is... My phone buzzes in my hands.