JJ's biggest flaw was his recklessness, and his bad ideas. Honestly, that didn't seem that bad to Bexley.
Rafe's biggest flaw? Jealousy. Pure, uncontrolled jealousy.
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a/n: just as an extra tw, this chapter and the next two chapters are going to deal with a lot of abuse and mental manipulation. if you ever feel uncomfortable or overly frustrated with the reading, just messaged me and I'd be happy to summarize so you don't have to read anything you don't want to
but i do promise in a few chapters the abusive relationship will be over
tw: violence, verbal abuse, manipulation
Bexley awoke early the next morning, but stayed perfectly quiet, not wanting to be heard, not wanting anyone to know that she was awake.
She sat up slowly, feeling an ache in her back and leg. The cracks in the curtains shined sunlight onto her, which is what woke her. She let the bed covers fall off of her, and shifted so that her legs dangled off the bed. Moving her arm up just to move her hair made her wince. The sunlight hitting her arm made her catch sight of a dark patch on her skin.
Cautiously, she dared to pick her arm up, and examine it. Her heart dropped.
She had a dark bruise on her skin. One that hurt badly.
Risking another examination, she pulled down her pajama pants, and looked over where the aches were coming from. Another dark patch of skin on left thigh, where she'd hit the wall the night before.
She shut her eyes tightly.
Oh, god.
Oh, god.
Her heart started pounding in her chest.
...Rafe did that.
He hurt her.
She felt more pain as her heart shattered.
...Why did he do that to her?
This wasn't right, none of it was. She inhaled sharply just reimagining the night before. Rafe pushed her.
He hurt her.
On purpose, unapologetically.
Another aching hit her, again in her heart this time. From utter betrayal and utter helplessness.
She felt like she was in shock. Like her emotions were paused, while her mind was looking for ways to get out of this situation.
But there was nowhere for her to go. At least not here. She was stuck with him, stuck in this place. She couldn't even leave the island without him.
She didn't even have her-
Bexley paled as the full realization hit her.
She didn't have her passport. No ID. No documents. She didn't even have a debit card, or credit card. She had no money with her, no way of getting help. She was stuck here. As long as he wanted her to be.
