Star Girl

9. Fade Into You

Astrid

WAKING up in Rafe's bed- as much as I hated to admit- was actually a really enjoyable feeling.

But he would always ruin my bliss as the boy always woke up before me and stared me down, interrogating me on how I was feeling and shoving medication down my throat.

But this morning it was different, it was Saturday morning, aka the day I was supposedly going back home like we had agreed.

I dreaded going to visit home to give my dad the money, as I was probably way past the due date, so I planned on going back to JB's first to try and find JJ and have some company so dad didn't actually murder me.

Rafe was surprisingly still asleep after me, for the first time since I stayed here. I glanced down at him to see his body mostly covered in the duvet, his forehead resting on my upper arm as his warm breath slightly hit it.

I didn't dare to move. This was probably the comfiest I was going to be in a long time. As much as I hate to admit it Rafe was right- if I went home and tried to 'rest it off" I probably wouldn't have recovered this quickly.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Rafe's morning voice startled me, his warm breath on my arm snapping me back to reality.

I slowly looked down at him as he pulled himself up and rested his head on the pillow now, his eyes still closed.

"I don't mind- what uhh- what time do you want me to go back?" I scratched my head, frowning as I felt two braids in my hair which I did not remember doing.

Rafe watched me touch my hair with a guilty smile as I realised he was practicing his hair braiding on me last night again.

"What you're actually planning on going home?" He asked once I pulled myself out of bed, stopping and turning to face him as I got to the door of the bathroom.

"What?" I scoffed, crossing my arms.

"You're gonna go back to doing stupid shit with your friends. Probably just gonna hurt yourself again, not recover properly, bet you won't take your medication when you get back." He glared back at me, now sitting up in bed.

His messy curtains and shirtless state made it hard to be angry at him, but frustration still flowed through me.

Is he fucking serious?

"What the fuck is with you? Like- you fucking hate me! You're a dick to my friends you're a dick to everyone, why don't you just let me the fuck go?" I began to raise my voice at him, Rafe staring back at me with a clenched jaw.

"I could ask you the same fucking thing." He snapped back as I stared at him with wide eyes.

"You're the one making me fucking stay with you!" I chuckled in shock as he calmly stared up at me, watching me practically break down.

I'm going crazy.

"I'm making you? Astrid I've watched you escape police custody twice at crashed parties and you think I'm forcing you to stay here? We both know you could leave if you wanted to. I told you to stay- and you stayed. Why?" He spoke quietly as I glared down at him.

How dare he ask me relevant questions??

"Only reason I'm staying is like you said, I need the recovery- I was just following your advice. It's not like I can go home and use fucking daddy's money to buy me a luxurious bed and cure me." I snapped down at him.

"Watch your mouth." He snapped back, leaning forward in bed. "Get your shit together, I'm dropping you home if you're gonna have that attitude."

I glared at him for a second before storming into the bathroom, making sure to loudly slam the door behind me.