BREAKING | rafe cameron

FIVE

a/n I don't normally put these at the beginning, but this chapter will contain mentions and depictions of rape, please do not read if it will trigger you

I could barely look at Pope's healing face, every time I did, all I could do was picture Rafe hitting him. I blinked away the emotions, staring down at my phone, aimlessly scrolling through it. Attempting to occupy my mind, "Charli, home now." My mom's message came up, great. "I have to go." I announced, standing up, the group watching me, "why?" JJ questioned, taking another hit of his blunt, all this kid did was smoke I swear. "I don't know, my mom wants me there.  I don't really feel like pissing her off today." I shrugged, slipping my sneakers on, tucking the laces into the sides as everyone said there goodbyes to me. "Bye!" I called, walking out the door, my mind racing at what this could be about.

"Mom, I'm here." I called into the dirty house, mentally gagging at the sound I heard, her moaning from her bedroom. I plugged my ears and walked up to the door, banging on it with my fist quickly, so I could cover my ears again. "Just a minute!" She shouted, sounding angry that I interrupted her and her new boyfriend. She's the one who told me to come home. "I want you to meet someone," She paused, walking out of the room, a mans large t-shirt being the only thing covering her body, I rolled my eyes. "Charlotte, this is Grant." A man walked out of the room, only clad in underwear, disgusting. He looked equally as high as my mom, his eyes bloodshot and sunken in. "Hi." I refused to look at him, he made me immensely uncomfortable. "That's not a very nice welcome." He snapped, going back into the bedroom, pulling my mom with him and closing the door.

"Don't leave!" My mom shouted before I heard them climb back on the bed, gag. I rushed over to my room, putting my headphones in, hoping to block out the noise, it worked mostly. "My mom has a new boy toy, and I'm not allowed to leave even though they're in her room having sex." I sent to Kie, grimacing at the situation, instanly she wrote back, "disgusting, sorry girl."

What felt like hours went by, but in actuality it was only ten minutes, so I guess the jokes on them. I let out a small laugh at my thought, jumping when Grant swung my bedroom door open, at least wearing pants this time, "Dinner." He hissed, like he has some kind of authority over me. I didn't move, only quirking a brow at him, silently challenging him. He mimicked my actions, "get your ass up, don't make me come in there." He stood in my door way, looking extremely intimidating, I sighed, deciding it's in my best interest to just get up and eat whatever god awful food my mom scraped together. I sat at the table, shocked that the food looked somewhat decent, my mom watched me carefully, as I started eating. She took a bite as she pulled out her syringe. "Honestly, you can't wait until we're done. Jesus." I snapped at her, making Grant launch out of his seat, grabbing my arm, most of her boyfriends are like this, god only knows where she finds them. She has a new one every other month, give or take, they're normal around for a couple weeks, then they're gone. "Get your hands off of me." I yanked my arm from his grip, "don't touch me again." I added, chugging the drink in front of me and standing up, I felt a little light headed. Shit, what's happening.

"Mom." I panicked, she was already passing out in her chair, barely holding her head up. Everything started going blurry, "what did you do?" Was the last thing I asked, before passing out, hitting my head on the way down.

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I woke up with a rush, my head throbbing as I flung myself up, I took in my surroundings, ok, good, I was in my room. I flung my sheets off of my legs, freezing when I saw the blood between my legs. No, what happened, I started scanning the room, trying to stand up but it hurt so much that I had to catch myself as I landed on my knees. My eyes started burning, knowing full well what happened, not admitting it out loud. I grabbed the closest pair of shorts I could find, not bothering to try and clean myself up, I need to get out of here. I saw a used condom in the corner of the room, some blood along the outside. A sob tore through my chest as I stood up wobbily, buttoning the shorts up as quickly as I could, I stumbled my way to the door, opening it slowly. I stuck my head out as I saw my mom passed out still at the table, snoring as her head laid on the table. Where is he? I wondered as I bit my lip to hold in the sobs as I walked out. I saw my phone on the floor, going to grab it, but having a foot step on top of it. Shit, I looked up, Grant with a smirk on his face. "I told your momma that I thought you were hot, she didn't try to stop me." He taunted, putting a hand on my face, I flinched at the movement, biting my lip so hard that it drew blood.

"Please, I won't tell anyone, I promise." I begged him, looking to the door, he yanked my face back in his direction, "I'm going to be late for work, you don't want anyone to come looking." I lied, praying that he would let me go. He hesitated, "tell anyone and you're dead." He snapped, letting my face go, instantly I managed to run out of the door, not caring that I didn't have my phone with me. I started heading to the closest place I could, Mr. Heyward's store by the marina. It felt like forever, but it was only a five minute walk, I became numb down to my core, even though my legs were trembling.

"Mr. Heyward, can I use the phone please?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't hesitate to give it to me, he handed it over, "you alright, hun?" He asked, seeing the look on my face, I nodded, giving him a fake smile. "Yeah, my phone broke, I just need to give Kie a call." I told him. He nodded, walking away to talk to a customer. "Kie." I cried out, barely in a whisper when she answered, "Charli? What's wrong? Why are you calling me from-" I cut her off, "please come get me, right now, I need you to take me to the hospital." I rushed, quietly not wanting anyone to hear me. She gasped, and I could hear her running. "I'm coming okay, I'm with John B, is that okay?" She asked, I cried at her answer, not wanting to be around any guys right now, but I'm not sure I can walk on my own any longer. "Just hurry." I hung up, limping to the outside, sinking down onto a chair.

The van came to a screeching halt in the parking lot, Kie swinging the door open before it even fully stopped, "Charli, Charli, hey it's okay." She ran over to me, looking me over, her eyes stopping for a moment, "you're bleeding." She mumbled, her hands shooting to her mouth, her eyes instantly filling with tears when I started shaking with sobs. John B came running over, instantly lifting me up in his arms and going to the van. "Drive, John B, don't ask questions." Kie demanded, climbing in the back with me, holding me tightly, her heart breaking at the sight of me. "I need a rape test, Kie, and a pill." I cried, my gut wrenching as I said the words out loud. Kie nodded against me, "I know, shh." She cooed, gently tying my hair up in a bun, keeping it from sticking to my face.

John B pulled up to the emergency room entrance, "stay here, I'll take her, I'll call you later." Kie spoke gently, not wanting to scare me, he nodded, his eyes teary as he looked at me barely able to function. "I got you, okay." Kie soothed, gently pulling me to my feet, putting my arm around her shoulder to help me walk. I tuned out the words as Kie told the nurse at the desk what happened, before I knew it there was a wheelchair underneath me, taking me away to a room.