Rafe Cameron Imagines

🤍 - i need him

Grace - your characters name

I guess it's safe to say i've been going through it lately. I've been struggling a lot and I feel like I can't talk to anyone.

"Sorry Grace I'm busy right now." - Kie

"I've got to go help JJ." - John B, JJ nods.

"I've got to study for the test coming up, my pops is on my back, sorry." - Pope

"I can't talk right now maybe later." - Sarah

I'm stuck. There's no one I can talk to about what I'm going through. And when i'm home it's worse.

"Your a disgrace!"
"I hate you!"
"Get out! Don't come back here!"
"We don't love you!"
"Go away!"
"I don't care what happens to you!"

Not to mention the beatings my dad gives me if he's had any alcohol or God forbid I do one little thing wrong. Like I could forgot to clean the kitchen and the second he sees it he kicks off at me. I'm so fed up. I'm exhausted. I hate living here. I wish I could leave and never come back just as they wish.

It's morning and my parents are still in bed so I go to John Bs house but no one's there. I try Kies house but she's working. I try Popes but he's helping his dad. I try JJ and he isn't home. I try Sarah's and hope that she's going to be there.
I knock the door and wait for an answer. The door opens to reveal Sarah's brother, Rafe.

"Why do you want?" He asks clearly bothered about my presence.
"Is Sarah here?" I ask.
"Nope, she said she was going somewhere with her little boyfriend." I look down.
"Okay." I say.
"What's wrong?" Rafe asks as I turn away. His tone completely changed for some reason.
"Nothing." I reply.
"Well there's a reason you wanted to see Sarah. And you look like your on the verge of tears."
"It's nothing that concerns you."
"Alright fine, go find one of your friends who will listen. Oh wait no, non of them will." He says.
Hearing that kinda hurt but he's right. I get everyone has stuff going on but hearing it kinda bummed me out.

"And I just feel that regardless what I do it's never enough. It's getting too much and I'm sick of it. The constant nagging and the things they say i'm sick of hearing. I can't do it anymore."
Here I am, confiding in Rafe Cameron on his roof because my friends don't want to talk to me right now.
"I'm sorry, that's heavy and really sucks. I'm sorry you have to go through it." I look at him.
"It's fine."
"Answer me this truthfully." I move slightly closer to his direction.
"Do they hit you?"
I sit there staring into his eyes for a moment. I don't want to answer his question. However I think the silence answered the question.

He turns facing the back yard. His jaw tenses.
"That's fucked up. Like seriously fucked up."
"No it's fine I mean everyone's parents hit them right."
He shakes his head.
"My dad hit me once and that was because I was being an ass and talking shit. And afterwards he wouldn't stop apologising." I stop looking at him and I look down.
"You shouldn't be going through this, why didn't you tell someone?"
"I've tried but everyone's just too busy."
"Fuck that, why didn't you tell me?"
"Rafe we don't even like each other, why would I think to talk to you?"

"I'm really sorry ok? I am. But just don't let them make you feel the way they are. Your better than both of them. And the next time they pull that type of shit, you tell me, alright?" I nod.

We sit in silence for a few minutes before I decide to leave. I walk back home and I go to my room. About an hour later I hear the front door open and slam close.
"Grace?" Someone shouts. I guess it's my dad.
"In here." I respond.
"What's this?" He says holding up a letter.
"I don't know. Let me see."
"It says you lost your job?" Oh shit. I completely forgot that I lost my job about a week ago. I got angry at a customer and my manager saw so he just fired me.
"Are you kidding me? How the fuck am I supposed to eat now? Survive?"
"Maybe get a job yourself dad." I know what happened next was nothing but what I caused but I hated it.

He scrunched up the paper throwing it at me. He then grabbed me by my hair and he stared hitting me. Each hit gave more power. I managed to kick him in the knee and when he let go I bolted out the door. I ran as fast as I could before he could catch me. I ran to the beach and I felt my body collapse to the floor. I need help. I need Rafe.

• Rafe POV •

I'm sat at the dinner table with my dad, Rose, Sarah and Wheezie having a stereotypical kook family dinner. The conversation is as dry as Roses cooked steak. She was adamant she wanted to cook food today and boy do I wish she didn't. I'm gazing out the window not listening to anyone when my phone rings. My phone was on the table and so everyone looked at me as it rang.

"One minute." I say grabbing the phone immediately after seeing that Grace was calling me.
"Hey, what's up?" I ask. I hear her choking up on the other end.
"Grace?"
"Rafe can you come here please?" She says crying.
"Where are you? What's happened?"
"It's my dad. I'm sorry if your busy I shouldn't have called just forget it."
"No Grace don't hang up the phone just tell me where you are?"
"I'm at the beach, he hit me again." I end the call and I run out to my car. I get in and head to the beach.

• Sarah POV •

I stay seated at the table while Rafe took his call but I couldn't help but feel intrigued at why it was such a rush for him to answer the phone. He normally just ignores it but it seemed important. I was worried maybe it was his dealer and that he was back on coke but I don't know.
"I'm full." I say before leaving the table.

I walk into the hallway where Rafe is stood.
"Grace?" I hear him say. Wait does he mean my Grace?
"Where are you? What's happened?" He voice seemed worried and then the ends the call and he runs out the house. I follow him and sneakily get into my car following him from a distance as he drives.

• Grace POV •

I remain sat on the cold wet sand and wait for Rafe to turn up, if he does.
"Grace?" I hear. I turn around and there he is.
"What the fuck? What happened?" he says. I stand up looking at him, him looking at me.
"'My dad just got a little mad after he found out I lost my job but it's fine don't worry it's nothing."
"Doesn't look like nothing." he says. I now feel the pain in my lip. I touch and look down at my finger to see blood. I look back up at him and I just cry. He wraps his arms around me and rests his chin on my head. I hold him back and I just feed a relief. It's like the hug has healed all the pain I felt.

We walk up to the car park to see another car.
"Wait is that?" Rafe says.
"Sarah's car?" I respond.
"What the fuck." We hear. We look to the left to see Sarah stood there.
"What the hell is going on?" She says. Rafe and I look at each other.
"It's not what your thinking Sarah." I say.
"Really? Because it looks like your being all cuddly with my brother."
"Sarah just listen."
"Sarah just shut the fuck up." Rafe says.
"Excuse me." She says.
"Listen if you weren't such a shit friend you would understand why i'm here right now."
I look at Sarah and she looks at me.
"Maybe if you paid the slightest attention to someone other than yourself you would see that Grace is struggling with a lot of shit and that she needed you but you weren't there. And not just you actually all your little pogue friends."

"You would know that Grace is going through a shit time and that she needs you more than ever right now but no. You don't care or listen to anyone. It's always about Sarah well guess what, not everything is. I don't care about John B or what outfit your gonna wear today or whatever your gonna do, but I care about Grace and I wanna help her and you, you should feel the same." Rafe says before walking me to the car and driving off.

What just happened? Rafe cares about me?

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