Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r S e v e n t y

Y/n's POV:

We've got a dinner to attend for this evening, it will be hectic, with a possible spark of venture that I feel penitent for, but before me and Rafe officially leave, I need to make sure that they won't murder each other,

Well, I cannot be assured of that, but I can try?

'Why do we have to go?' Rafe whines, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me in, luring us towards the bed once again, even though we are already running relatively-late,

'It's just one evening, not even full, we are not planning to stay for long, I just don't want to leave, knowing that you and them are on such horrendous terms,'

'I will always be on horrendous terms with them, I fucking despise them, and you know it Y/n,' He responds, stoutly,

'I know, but this one time, I'll never ask this of you again, I promise?' I beseech, tiptoeing higher,

He sighs heavily, reluctant, but I can see a faint smirk that plasters on his face, however he so-conceited camouflages it,

'I will have to get something in return then love.' He responds, smirking at me,

I nod,

'Of course...' I muse as he traces his fingers higher, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear,

'But If I do stab them with the fork...' He starts,

'Rafe...'

'I will have a valid motive...possibly.'

—-

Getting ready, this time I decided to wear beige-cream trousers with a tied-up waist, white-wispy blouse, light blazer and some pastel-cream heels, as Rafe was in a white-blouse that hugged his body and broad shoulders, black trousers that tightened on his legs, his enormous legs...black-polished shoes and a blazer, he kisses the top of my head whilst we step closer to the restaurant,

I am frightened, it may go horrible and end up in severe injuries...

—-

I see them, they all dressed up, smooth, crisp,

I smile, whereas, Rafe pulls me closer, his grip tighter around my waist,

Sitting down, we all order our meals and for a minute, it was a bit...awkward,

There wasn't much to talk about, as Pope then initiated the first topic,

'So, how was your day?'

'It was great, fucking he-'

'Rafe-' I mumble, stopping him before it's too late as I see JJ choking on his water, coughing afterwards as he looks at us,

'It was alright, how about you?' I ask, as Pope smiles, nodding,

'Yea, yea, it was great...' He mumbles,

'How's Wheezie?' Sarah asks as Rafe narrows his eyebrow,

'She's alright.' He tersely says as she nods afterwards,

'So...-'

'Here...' The waiter walks in, offering us the food as we thank them,

Rafe's hand remains on my thigh as he tightens his grasp time by time...

—-

We do manage to discuss some topics, even laugh a bit, I mean, Rafe didn't laugh, we did get in some minor...inconveniences, but in general, we managed to slip through the evening without a call for medical help, so that's great,

Rafe's POV:

My eyes remained on her and her only, this whole evening, I kept inclining that we urgently need to go, that I might just fuck her on this sodding table,

The way her eyes beam with excitement for the littlest things, the way she smiles, and the way she makes me feel, fuck, the way she glances at me, her hair fluttering over her face, forcing my fingers to tuck it behind her ear, revealing her face,

Just her little chuckle causes me to shift in my seat, trying to camouflage it, desperate to leave this fastidious dinner and get to my long-awaited dessert,

'Y/n, we have to go...now.' I whisper in her ear, serious as she looks at me...

Y/n's POV:

Just by seeing the look on his face said it all, either we leave now, or, he will not hesitate to do it now.

After saying our goodbyes, Rafe takes me towards the car, hastily, however he suddenly stops, grasping the side of his hip as he grunts,

'Are you aright-Rafe?' I ask as he nods repeatedly,

'Yes, yes, let's just go.' He says, but I can see the way he's ailing and capitulating, something's off,

Whilst stepping towards the car, I elude a quick look on his blouse, it's soaking on that side, drenched...

I open the bottom-button as my eyes widen momentarily,

'Y/n-what the-'

'Rafe?'

He quickly closes fastens his buttons up,

'Oh you will be punished for that-'

'Rafe, where did you get that?' I ask, I saw a scar, lining down from his torso, it's still bleeding, what the actual fuck happened and when?

'It's alright Y/n, let's go home-'

'Rafe-it's not-' I begin to breathe in a more frantic way, as he sighs,

'Y/n, I said-'

He was interrupted by grasping on the edge of the car to balance himself,

'Rafe-Rafe what is happening? How did it happen-can you hear me-Rafe?' I ask ubiquitously as he grunts lowly whilst balancing on the door frame,

I fish my phone out, calling the ambulance momentarily,

'Don't-'

'What do you mean 'don't'? Hold onto me, Rafe-please-stay with me, look at me-Rafe-' I keep beseeching for him,

'Y/n, I'm alright...I promise-'

'No, no Rafe-'

'I love you so much Y/n, you know that, right?' He asks, his eyes filled with woe as I feel tears staining my face...