Outer Banks Imagines

Rafe Cameron - Fight for Me

"What I wanted? I wanted you to fight for me! I wanted you to say that there was no one else that you could ever be with and that you'd rather be alone than without me!"

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Another night had gone by. Another night of Rafe throwing a party, getting high and flirting with other girls. Another night of Rafe ignoring your existence.

You and Rafe had been dating for a good few months now and at first it was everything you had ever wanted. He would spend every waking moment with you, taking you out on romantic dates and telling you how much he loved you. He would make you feel so fucking special, he made you feel worth it. Rafe had come into your life during a very dark period, but he had been the one to help you out of it. He had been there for you through everything, held your hand and supported you when you had needed it most. He had been your lifeline.

But now? Now, it was like he didn't exist. You had gotten into a massive argument one night and you had hardly spoken since.

"Why are you like this Rafe!" You cried to your boyfriend.

"What the fuck do you mean, (Y/N)," Rafe spat, continuing to pour the white powder out onto the glass coffee table.

"You know what I mean."

"I wouldn't have asked if I knew what you meant," Rafe snarled, still not diverting his attention from his next fix.

"You're so...so bipolar!" You yelled as the tears continued to stream down your face, but he didn't seem to care.

"Tell yourself what you want (Y/N), but I don't have time for this," he muttered.

His lack of empathy made the pain in your chest grow stronger.

"Why, Rafe? Why is it that you're so loving, so affectionate some days, and then completely hostile others? Is there something I'm doing wrong?" You asked, a pleading tone in your voice.

"I really don't know what you're talking about," Rafe replied, now rolling his note into a long cylinder.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" You cried, your body starting to shake as you withheld sobs.

Rafe sighed in irritation, putting down the note briefly to finally look up at you.

"Can't you see I'm busy here (Y/N)?" He said dismissively, immediately returning to his addiction.

Your heart sunk even more; you didn't think it was possible to feel this neglected and alone standing next to the boy who claimed he love you, next to the boy you loved. But it was.

You sighed in defeat before bringing yourself to speak again.

"I think we should take a break," you whispered loud enough for him to hear over the sound of himself inhaling the white powder.