Wild Ride | Rhea Ripley | Possessive, Fluffy and Smutty

8 | Swallow For Me

I definitely shouldn't be waiting here.

I definitely should know better by now.

I was sat in Rheas dressing room, cross legged on the couch, waiting for her with that bottle of medication in my hand. I came back, cleaned it up and now I was waiting for Rhea to get back.

She could be any second, and my heart was racing.

I don't know if confronting her about was going to be the best strategy, but that's the one I decided.

When the door to her dressing room rattled and opened, I sat up, but then relaxed when it was Damien. By himself.

"Oh, shit." He looked at me. "What are you doing in here?" He asked me.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked him back.

He showed me a jacket in his hands. "Dropping this off for Rhea. She had a meeting." His eyes looked to the bottle in my hand. "You know, then?"

I looked at the bottle. "She has bipolar. Why doesn't she take the medication? Does it not work or-

Damien shrugged. "You have to ask her that, Lauren." I put the pills beside me. "I'm sorry that I stopped you before. I didn't- I was just trying to protect you and Rhea from blowing up at each other."

"I don't blow up at her." I pointed out. "Not as bad as she does anyway. Which I'm sure she could fix, right? Does she not want to?" I asked him. "How long has she been diagnosed for? When she got here to America?"

Damien thought for a second, and shut the door behind him. Crossing his arms. "Did Rhea tell you about it, or did you just snoop?"

I swallowed, then cleared my throat. "I wouldn't say I snooped. It was on the floor, spilled out everywhere."

Damien's brows creased. "I've never seen her even attempt to take them. She might have, did you say something to her?"

I looked down and replayed everything I said.

The only thing I could think of, was when I told her I don't want her to just fuck me when she's angry or sad. I don't know what else could have made her try and take the medication.

"She might have tried for you." Damien sat down calmly, crossing his legs. "Which is really surprising." He crossed his arms.

But I sat up. "You know what, Damien... She- I don't know exactly how hurt she still is from when I didn't come here with her back then... But." I cleared my throat. I was feeling so open. I needed to tell someone. And I wanted to tell Damien. "I haven't even told Rhea this... But the main reason I didn't come was. Well, secondly because it was across the fucking world. I was like 20, it was fucking scary." Damien nodded like he understood. "But." I took a calming breath. "My parents are-" I shook my head. "They didn't know- and they still don't know that I'm bisexual." I admitted.

Damien looked at me confused. "You're like 25, no? You seem pretty open about most things."

I nodded. "Not with them, Damien... They're- they would disown me. They don't understand that stuff. They've openly spoken badly about gay people and what not. They never liked Rhea to begin with, either." I swallowed. "That's all I can really tell you. But, that's the main reason I couldn't go. Didn't want to. It's my family, you know." I looked down. "They're homophobic as fuck, Damien. I'd lose them, I know I would." I wiped at my chin uncomfortably.

Damien was silent as he took in what I said. "It sounds like it would be really stressful, Loz. I can't imagine having to always think that your parents would do that. I'm really sorry. Why did you never tell Rhea?"