𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 || 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸

- don't fight it -

"I thought out of all people, you'd be on my side, Lia. Fuck you." He whispered, shaking his head and jogging away from her, leaving her standing there in shock.

What the hell did he mean.

She stood there for a few seconds in pure shock, before feeling her brother wrap his arm around her shoulder.

"Emi, we're leaving... come on." He said quietly, rubbing her shoulder and guiding her away.

-

The five teens sat in the Twinkie, parked up in a field near to the chateau. Everybody's eyes were on Melia.

"I'm not being funny, Em, but you need to tell us what's going on..." John B said, looking at his younger sister. She had tears threatening to spill over in her eyes, her knees pulled tightly to her chest.

He wanted nothing more than to hug her, comfort her, but he needed to know what happened first.

And now was her time to explain.

"Rafe, where are you taking me?" She asked quietly from the passenger seat of his car, he was so pissed at her — she hated when he got like this. She was afraid if she spoke any louder that he'd pull over and beat the living shit out of her right here.

There'd been many times where he'd gotten her to 'pay him back' for mistakes she had made, but the eerie silence filled with anger and confusion was awful. She knew something bad was coming, but she couldn't have even imagined what was actually going to happen to her.

"Be quiet, Emilia." He spat, his knuckles white as his fingers gripped the steering wheel.

They rolled into some kind of trailer park, everything seemed destroyed. The trailers were run down, the stench of weed came through the closed windows of the car and there was glass shattered everywhere.

"Rafe...?" She asked quietly.

He turned a corner harshly, her voice evidently pissing him off. He pulled up infront of a trailer nearer to the corner of the park, he quickly got out of his car, slamming the door closed. He stormed round to the passenger seat of the car, opening the door and pulling Melia out.

She already had tear streaks down her face and marks all over her body from Rafe's previous anger. He clearly hadn't gotten enough of his rage out because his grip was so tight on her arm she was sure that her bone was going to snap.

"Just don't fight it," He whispered into her ear, digging his nails into her arm as a warning.

He pulled her over to the door of the trailer, knocking on the door loudly. "Barry?" He called out.

A few seconds later, the loud clanking of bolts unlocking could be heard from the other side of the door, and it swung open.

Barry. Probably one of the ugliest crackheads you'll ever meet. You would feel uneasy just walking past him on the street, you could smell his breath from feet away. He was a dealer written all over. So this was where Rafe got all his drugs from.

"Who's this pretty girl? This that Routledge girl you're into?" He asked with a mini smirk, his eyes running dirtily up and down her body.