𝐌𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 | JJ Maybank

˗ˏˋsixteenˊˎ˗

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ WRITTEN FROM SIA'S POV ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

The last few days of JJ housesitting went by faster than I wanted to. Our friendship had been healthier than ever before. We hung out a lot together and slowly took the time to get to know a different side of each other.

Rafe was still very important to me but I also realised how much better of we are without being in a relationship.

Before me and Rafe started dating we were actually just good friends. My best friend was Sarah and we hung out a lot as kids, Rafe being her brother obviously meaned that he was involved too sometimes.

I remember my sleepovers with Sarah when we were 13, Rafe was 16 back then, the age I am right now. He was always in the house and I remember giggling over him like crazy.

He seemed perfect from the outside, the ideal guy you bring home to your family. He was rich, a Kook and his family was the most loved one on the entire island.

Obviously back then Rafe didn't look at me the same way. I was only 13 and he was 16, he was in an entire different mind space.

It was only when I was 16 and didn't look like a child anymore that Rafe started treating me differently. At that point I had enough experiences with boyfriends but never with one 3 years older than me.

Having him in my life felt safe, he was always protecting me from others. But no one ever protected me from him. Not until JJ.

Today was an important day. Not only was it JJ's last day here, I was also choosing to tell Rafe the truth and let him go once and for all.

I was scared, really scared. After all I did give Rafe the idea that this wasn't the end for us and that was unfair of me to do.

I know deep down the only reason I didn't let him go was because I had never been loved the way he loved before. Even though it wasn't healthy love at all. It could feel so good at one point and so terrible at another.

I always wondered if it had something to do with our age difference, but then again at some points I felt like I was even more mature than he was.

He was 19 but couldn't even provide for himself. He lived of his dad's money, drugs and well basically hurting me.

Maybe the reason that I never connected the dots was because I had loved Rafe for longer than he loved me. I think he was truly my first ever crush, even if at 13 you can't take a crush seriously it's basically your first love.

I miss the 16 year old Rafe a lot. There's nothing left of that Rafe. The Rafe I know right now is everything but innocent, he's a psychopath. Drugs have completely taken control of him and if I'm honest I don't think he ever even is able to think clearly.

I wonder if he's ever not under the influence of drugs. Whenever he's on drugs he's always more aggressive, at first he tried to hide it but when I eventually find out he just stopped. Stopped masking his aggression and also stopped hiding the fact he was using.

I had to let him go along with the perfect image I had of him in my head. And that was exactly what I was going to do.

I had already packed all of the stuff he got me over the months. Dresses, jewellery, cards, everything. I don't think he'd want it back but I needed him to understand that this was our ending.