𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, RAFE CAMERON

✧˖°𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

[TW: DEATH, BLOOD]

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. You didn't mean to actually kill her. She just wouldn't stay away from Rafe.. She wouldn't stop touching and flirting with him. She should've just walked away.. Why couldn't she just have walked away?

Standing over Sofia's lifeless body, her crimson red blood covering her clothes and parts of the floor. Fourteen.. that's how many times you stabbed her with a kitchen knife. Fourteen times. She'd screamed for help but lucky for you no one was within earshot.

The worst part of it all wasn't you killing her.. It was the fact that you enjoyed doing it. You enjoyed the sight of her pale body no longer able to move, and you loved the fact that she wouldn't be able to flirt with Rafe anymore.

Though, what you didn't think through... You're standing in her kitchen.. in her house.. covered in her blood.

You knew Rafe had experience with getting rid of a body and cleaning up a crime scene. Plus, he'd never judge you for making a mistake he once made. You were the only one who believed him and was there for him, now you just hoped he'd do the same for you.

With nervous hands, you grabbed your phone from your pocket and scrolled through your contacts until you found his name. Taking deep breaths, you clicked the call button and lifted the phone to your ear, listening to the sound of your nervous heartbeat while the tone rang on the other end, awaiting for him to answer.

After several long moments, the call was picked up. Rafe's voice came through on the other end, sounding slightly groggy as if you had woke him from a nap or something.

"...(y/n)? Baby why are you calling me at 3 am..?" he mumbled in a rusty morning voice.

Your voice was shaky as you tried to remain calm while you spoke. "I-...I uh...I messed up, Rafe.. I really messed up..."

Rafe's voice suddenly grew more concerned, the tiredness disappearing from his tone. "What...? What do you mean "you messed up"? What happened?"

You struggled to get the words out, your hands shaking as you spoke into the phone. "I-...I did something b-bad, Rafe. Really, really bad.."

Rafe's heart began to race as he heard the fear and distress in your voice. He sat up in bed, all traces of tiredness completely gone. "Hey, hey, hey, baby— hey, calm down.. Just tell me what happened. I'm here to listen.."

You let out a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself as you spoke. "I-I went to Sofia's house to tell her to back off a-and leave you alone... S-she kept pissing me off, Rafe I-I."

Rafe's grip on the phone tightened, his voice becoming gruff. "What did she do to piss you off? Did she touch you? Hurt you?" His protective instincts were flaring up strongly, every part of him on alert at the sound of how upset you were.

"N-no, she didn't touch me.. She's the same as usual a-always trying to hit on you a-and flirt with you... I just couldn't t-take it anymore, she's a total pain in the ass-" You were starting to get angry again as you relived the earlier events, your voice slightly raising as you spoke.

"It's alright, baby.. You don't have to explain yourself. I understand." He paused, sensing the anger in your voice as you spoke, then asked hesitantly.. "...You didn't.. hurt her, did you?"