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TW: graphic sexual assault I'm serious, if it's too triggering please do NOT read.
MEANWHILE, RAFE RACED ON HIS MOTORCYCLE to get some more of the white powder that he had gotten himself addicted to. He had only been to Barry's once before, but he knew the way. Barry's place was full of druggies and bad guys trying to find a safe spot away from the sheriff's department and enjoy some scenery in peace. Barry knew that Rafe was an absolute wild card, he could go tell his father anything about Barry's business but Barry also noted that Rafe always got what he wanted and would pay a lot for his drugs.
All he could hear was the sound of his motorcycle engine and the memories of the night before. Martha's screams of telling him to stop ringed through his eardrums, the image of him ripping open her shirt and yanking down her pants played back on the constant film reel, and the feeling of him being inside her drove his twisted hormones through the roof.
Rafe knew he messed up really bad, he took her virginity, and yet, he didn't care. Why should he care? She deserved it, she deserved to be punished for what she had done, his twisted mind justifying his actions.
He soon reached the almost abandoned building, stopping himself just before the front door of the property. He noticed the trash on the grass as he rode past, there were what looked to be broken chairs, a shelving unit in broken pieces, and brown broken beer bottles lay in wait.
Rafe took off his black helmet, shoving it on his motorcycle. He tried not to make any eye contact with the people having a beer out on a couple of lawn chairs and kept walking towards the screen door. He kept his serious face on but anyone could tell he was nervous to be there, away from the safety and comfort of daddy's money.
"Hey, Barry!" He says, greeting his friend. Barry stands up from his spot, the girls around him pout as he leaves them.
"Hey, Country Club!" Barry says in a slurred voice, there was plenty of beer laying around.
"What's up, bro? Everything good?" Rafe says as they shake hands in a bro matter.
"Yeah, what's up with you bro?"
"Not much, man. Just a little hungover from a party that's all. I got a sweet piece of ass though, you should see her. " Rafe says, pulling out his phone. Anything to impress the drug dealer is a benefit on his account.
"Yeah, parties would do that to you. Really?" Barry questions, hovering over Rafe's phone. Rafe shows him the photos that he took of naked Martha, especially the one with cum on her face, and —conveniently— from the angle he took it, it looked like she enjoyed it.
"Wow, didn't know you had that in you. I mean, you get what you can right? She looks like she was wild." Barry says impressed, and couldn't care less who the pretty face was.
