Collide | Rafe Cameron

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My eyes started to open, the brightness stinging them. I could feel hot breath fanning over my face. I smile, seeing Rafe's face in front of my own, sleeping soundly. He was really pretty, I loved every inch of his face. The shape of his lips, his eyelashes, his hair, everything. I cuddled in closer to him, trying to savor every moment I could with him. It wasn't long before it ended, Ward banging on Rafe's door.

Rafe was awake in an instant, throwing me clothes as he pushed me into his closet.

"Rafe! Open this god damn door and get the hell out of bed!" Ward yelled from the other side of the door. I pushed myself against the wall of his closet, scared we would get caught.

"I'm up! I'm up." Rafe said back, I could hear the door open, it falling quieter.

"Let's talk son." Ward says lowly, I held my breath, heart pounding.

"Uh, yeah, just give me a little bit." Rafe says, sounding a little nervous.

"Okay. Just come to my office in a few minutes." Ward says, finally calmed down a little bit. I heard the door shut, letting a breath out. Rafe opened the closet, pulling me out. He was only in his boxers, I only in his hoodie.

"Uh, you should probably go before we get caught." He says, giving me a sad smile, I nodded. I pulled him into a hug, both of us swaying lightly. I felt him kiss the top of my head before letting go. I went into his bathroom, changing back into my now dry clothes, but putting his hoodie back on.

He took me down the stairs, leading me out the back door before saying 'I love you'. I was sad to have to leave, and he was too, but we had to. I couldn't imagine what would happen if his dad caught us together, at that point I think he would turn Rafe in himself, and maybe even try to kill me.

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I had to walk all the way back to the house, which was a pretty long walk, but I was able to clear my mind a little bit. When I got back home, Sarah was the only one there. I wasn't surprised, after yesterday, I think we all kinda were pissed at each other.

I walked onto the porch, Sarah looking up from Kie's phone that she was borrowing, sending me a smile.

"Hey." She says as I sit down next to her. Sarah and I hadn't really talked much one-on-one.

"Hi." I say, sighing and leaning my head back.

"So where did you go yesterday?" She asked, looking down at my hoodie. "Actually, I think I know."

"Sarah, I'm sorry okay, I didn't have anyone else to go to." I say, getting worried she would be mad at me.

"Y/n, I'm not mad. I may hate my brother, but if you love him, then you love him. Just remember who he is." She says, placing a hand on mine, giving me a smile. I leaned my head on her shoulder, a few tears leaving my eyes. I could feel her hug me, rubbing my back. I knew she was torn up right now too, her boyfriend being in jail right now for something her brother did.

"Thank you, Sarah," I say, leaning up and looking at her, she smiled and nodded. "I think he knows that he needs help, you know?" She looked up at me.

"You think so?" She asks, I nod my head, looking out across the yard.

"Yeah, I think he does. I'm just waiting for him to admit himself, it'll be the easiest way." I tell her, she nodded again, patting my leg.

"Okay." She says with a side smile.

"If John B ever hurts you, let me know and I'll beat him up for you." We both let out a laugh before easing into comfortable conversation.

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Kie came over later that night, her mom had kicked her out. I didn't mind her staying here, Sarah was staying here too. Pope also came later that night, telling us about how he found the key that crutches lady was talking about.

At around 12, Sarah left, telling me she was going to meet Wheezie, and not long after that, Kie got a call from JJ and left with Pope.

I was trying to sleep, around an hour had passed since they had all left. I heard the screen door open and close, then foot steps walking in. I stood from my bed, opening my door, calling for Sarah. I quickly found out it wasn't Sarah, but Rafe, a bloody nose, and tears falling from his eyes. I gasped, grabbing his hand and pulling him into my room quickly.

"Shit, Rafe. What the hell happened?" I ask as I sat down on my bed, looking up at him. He was freaking out, pacing in my room, pulling at his hair.

"Y/n, I need help okay? I'm not-- I'm not right in the head, okay? I just-- I Just tried to drown Sarah," He starts, my eyes widening when he mentioned Sarah. "Topper saved her, she's fine. But, Y/n, I am not fine." I nodded standing up, grabbing his shoulders to make him stop moving.

"I need help, Y/n. I'm so scared of my thoughts, and my dad. My fucking dad, he'll always pick little miss perfect Sarah," He was starting to get angry, I grabbed his face, making him look at me. He was breathing heavy. "I can't take it anymore."

"Rafe, look at me okay. Take a deep breath," I tell him, he nods, tears falling down his face as he takes a deep breath. His hands were holding onto mine as I held his face. "You need help, and that's okay Rafe. We can get you that. In the mean time, whenever you start to get angry, just take a deep breath, okay?"

"Okay." He whispers while nodding.

"Okay. Just take a deep breath," I tell him again, his breathing starting to even out. "I want to tell you something, Rafe, okay? Don't blame Sarah, it's not her fault for any of this okay, it's not yours either." He didn't have any expression on his face as I talked.

"I know you love him, and that he's your dad, but not all fathers are perfect, Rafe," I try to explain, hoping he wouldn't get angry. "Your dad is the one picking favorites, Sarah can't make him do that. Your dad Rafe, he isn't as good as you think he is. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I do." He says, nodding slightly. I give him a sad smile, glad that I was getting through to him.

"Let's clean you up and then go to bed." I say, he nods. I give him a quick kiss before going into the bathroom and getting the first aid kit.

Rafe didn't stop crying the whole time, I knew he had a lot to think about. It hurt to see him like this, I hated to see him cry. When we laid in bed I pulled him to my chest, still crying into my chest. He eventually wore himself out, finally sleeping with puffy eyes.

In the morning, he was gone.

Only leaving me cold.

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Alrighty bitches, big things are happening! BIG THINGS! Rafe has admitted to needing help, again, this is a great step. ANYWAYS.

Thank you all for reading!!!