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you knew rafe long before he got hooked on coke. you were sarah's childhood best friend.
she stuck up for you when you were getting picked on by two boys in the early stages of school, it didn't help that you were new. she offered you a hand in helping get the sand that was currently in your hair out, you quietly agreed.
that was the start of your friendship, you did practically everything together. that leads all the way up to now where you were still joined at the hip. your infatuation with her brother didn't show any signs of settling down soon either, but she didn't need to know that.
growing up rafe got into a lot of fights, you personally didn't know what to think of any of it until the cuts and bruises continually got worse, unattended.
it was late on saturday, you and sarah had a sleepover at her house, pillow fights and the mention of boys was spoken of. you got into tons of escapades that night, only now to be settled under a large blanket, it covering both you and her, she was long asleep.
but you couldn't. no particular reason why, you just couldn't.
the big house was silent other than the tv that was quietly playing in the background, deciding to get a glass of water from the kitchen, not realizing how thirsty you were from eating so much sweet stuff.
as you grabbed a glass from the cabinet, the sound of someone fumbling to get their key in the front door made your heart falter, looking around the kitchen for something to protect yourself with, the first thing you spotted was the wooden knife block.
grasping the biggest knife in your hand, you slowly started to make your way to the doorframe, peeking around it when the door finally opened to be met with rafe.
a deep sigh of relief left your lips, leaning your head back before walking out from your hiding place.
"what the fuck rafe? it's like-," looking over to the clock on the wall that read that it was one in the morning.
"really late yeeaaah i know..." that's when he leaned up against the wall leading to the stairs, beginning to take off his boots, a specific scene on the tv displayed a bright light that reached his bloodied face.
gasping, you placed the knife on the counter and then ran over to examine his face, he tried to dismiss you until he felt your hands softly cup his face.
"what happened- actually never mind let's just go and get you sorted out first." the whole way to the bathroom he downplayed how bad his injuries were, even though he was in excruciating pain.
after all the quiet back and forth you finally got him to give in and let you look after his cuts. rafe was sitting on the counter next to the sink, you stood in between his legs, having to slightly stand on your tiptoes as you swiped the last antiseptic cotton bud across the bridge of his nose.
his jaw clenched tightly, making it more pronounced. you were just trying to ignore the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.
"you really should be more careful, you know." you muttered, turning away from him, and throwing the used cleaning supplies into the bin.
"you worried about me, sweetheart?" you froze slightly as you faced him. trying so hard not to show any reaction to what was just said.
"nope, ahem. just saves me from ya know having to do all this again..." gesturing to the dressing on his face, your words soon fading when you saw the way that rafe looking down at you, so very deep into your eyes, almost...teasing?
a small mhm was heard from him as the staring continued, and your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. "well! i better head back downstairs, don't want your sister to wake up and me not be...there? bye!" you unsuccessfully backed out of the room, bumping into the wall before scrambling down the stairs.
once getting there, back under the blanket with sarah. you laid your head down squeezing your eyes shut and let out a breath that you didn't know that you were holding onto.
you knew from that moment on you were officially fucked.
