Raphael's Heart (2nd book)

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5/18/19
Warning: Suicidal thoughts (Im not sure if I put that stuff in the beginning but just in case you know)

"Hey, beautiful! How was the trip to the hospital." Jackson asks.

Raph grimaces at the sound of him calling you by the nickname he gave you. Anger obstructs his vision to the point that he doesn't notice you flinch when Jackson called you "beautiful."

"It was fi—"

"Hey! We're not done working out! Let's leave the chit chat for later." Raph growls.

Everyone turns to look at him as he returns to lifting weights.

In all honesty, he never really liked Jackson. Jackson was too close to you for his liking, and the fact that he just revolves around your life, taking Raph's place, irritates every part of his body. It's taking all of his willpower and strength not to impale Jackson with the weights in his hands.

Despite the anger that rushes through him like a surge of electricity, he can feel the last bits of what was left of his cold, glass heart shatter. He thought he was void of a heart before, but now, he knows. He knows that his heart is completely gone because he can feel the raging, gloomy storm overwhelm his being and attack the space that once contained a heart.

"Sorry, um—I'll let you guys finish." You apologize. Raph grunts in response and continues working out.

Moments later when you've left, and the rest have chosen to take a break, Raph disregards the shuffle of movement and zones into his plank work out—completely blocking out noise.

Suddenly a tap on his shoulder brings him out of his trance and he looks up to see Jackson smiling down at him with his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey man, I know you used to date (Y/n), and you're probably upset about it, but I don't want things to be awkward." He expresses. Raph's body flushes with heat, not the flustered kind, but the kind that burns you till the point of aggravation. Although he's filled with anger, his body wills him to remain silent. "So, what do you say?" Jackson steps back and keeps his hand out for Raph to take, but Raph remains in his position as emotion racks his body causing the impetus for his body to shake. He grits his teeth to retain the malice and jealousy bubbling inside of him but it's not enough restraint, and he abruptly stands up before shoving him back until he falls on the ground. Jackson stares up at him with his mouth agape and wide eyes.

"What do I say?" Raph mocks eerily. "I say you F*ck off!"

Before Jackson can even respond, Raph has already sent a lightening fast punch in his direction and it hits right across the cheek. The force flings Jackson to the side and Jackson props himself up with his arms in front of him.

"What the h*ll!?"

Wordlessly, Raph grabs him by his shirt collar and punches him in the nose. Jackson reels backwards and holds his nose, and that gives Raph the opportunity to charge toward him. In time, Jackson dodges his direction, and he nimbly wraps his arm around Raph's neck from behind—restraining him.

"Raph, calm down! I don't wanna fight you!" Jackson exclaims. His words fuel Raph's anger and he continues to struggle out of his grasp.

Raph elbows Jackson in the stomach, and he lets go, letting Raph lift his leg to kick him center in the chest. Jackson flies backward but catches himself as he coughs from the sudden draw of air.

"R-Raph let's talk, alright dude?"

How is he so calm? How is he able to keep himself from getting angry like Raph does. Why does he have to be so level-headed and civil. It makes no d*mn sense to Raph. He's so good for you. "Shut up! You don't deserve her!" He yells.