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Present day
"Six months"
The words ring through my mind like venom, repeating them self over and over again.
He said six months, he's known for six months.
We've only been dating for five.
He hated me six months ago, we couldn't even be in the same room together without arguing.
"Annie?" I hear from besides me, his voice snapping me back to my crushing reality, making me shoot up from the bed, scrambling to my feet.
I wrap myself in tightly in his bedsheet, feeling disgusted by the thought of him even seeing my body right now.
He jumps up from the bed, rearranging himself in his boxers before approaching me.
"Don't" I warn him, stumbling back from his presence.
"Stop being like this, it wasn't my fault" he pleads, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair in frustration.
"Wasn't your fault?!" I exclaim angrily, raising my voice to him.
His eyes flash with a mix of shock and rage as he watches me snap at him properly for the first time.
"Watch your fucking tone" he growls, taking a step closer to me.
I chuckle un-humorously, shaking my head in disbelief.
"You've been part of this stupid fucking scheme this entire time Rafe!" I yell, tears threatening to fall at any moment.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes together as he lets out a deep groan.
"Shut up. Shut the fuck up!" he shouts, pacing himself around the room.
I stumble back a little more when he shouts, watching as he storms around the room, muttering unidentifiable words to himself.
I see how red his face has got, paired with a vein popping out of his forehead as he clenches one of his fists up.
"I didn't want to feel like this, I was just doing it for my dad" he grumbles, not even looking in my direction.
"You had to make it so fucking difficult for me" he continues, leaving me stood there dumbfounded as I watch him continue to move furiously around his room.
"What?" I mutter weakly.
His head snaps towards me as his pacing comes to a halt.
"You... you coming into my life, fucking up my head"
My brows knit together as I stare at him, utterly confused by what he's saying.
"What do you mean I fuck up your head?" I ask him quietly.
