𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 || 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸

- handwriting and memories -

11 months ago -
(Melia is having a flashback)

It was a Saturday evening, Emilia was staying around Rafe's house again, like usual.

Rafe walks in through the door, he had been out with some friends.

Emilia was sat on his bed, scrolling on her phone when he walks in.

"Hey babe!" She said with a smile, lifting her gaze from her phone.

Rafe didn't respond, there was a look on his face that Emilia just couldn't completely work out.

His eyes were red and his jaw was clenched.

"Babe?" She mumbled, standing up and placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Where is it...?" He whispered, shaking his head. He was trying not to make eye contact with her.

"What?" She asked genuinely, furrowing her eyebrows. "Where's what?"

"You fucking know." He said, his voice empty.

She took a step back, shaking her head. "Babe- What are you talking about? Where's what?" She asked, squinting her eyes at him.

"My fucking coke, Emilia!" He yelled, grabbing her by the wrist. She flinched harshly.

Rafe would always get mad and yell, but he would never actually hurt her, right?

"I know you fucking took it! What are you doing, selling it to your little fucking Pogue friends? Giving it to that Maybank freak your always trying to cheat on me with?!" He snaps, digging his nails into her wrist.

She whimpered slightly when he grabbed her arm, trying to pull it back but he tightened his grip.

"I- What do you mean Rafe? I didn't take it..." She said quietly, shaking her head. "You know me and JJ are just best friends, what is going on with you?!"

He pulled her closer to him, their faces merely inches apart. "Where. Is. It." He spits.

"I told you Rafe- I don't have it!" She yells, but suddenly, she was cut off.

Slap!

Rafe had slapped her.

She quickly lifted her free hand up to her face, she stared at him in shock and backed up. She felt her face tingling as he got closer and pushed her backwards.

"Where the fuck is it, bitch?" He yelled, pushing her back more with each word.

"Rafe! I don't fucking have it!" She yelled back, tears streamed down her face.

He just shook his head, throwing her against the wall. She hit her head as she smacked against the wall, she let out a small sigh of relief as she gripped her wrist - which was already bruising around his nail prints.

He clattered around, destroying his entire room to look for it. He threw everything off his desk, threw the drawers out onto the floor. It wasn't anywhere.

"Give it to me, you bitch!" He yelled, turning back around to her and pulling her to him by the collar of her shirt.

"I- I don't have it..." She mumbled, shaking her head which was throbbing.

Crash!

She let out a groan as her back made contact with the floor. He had thrown her down.

He placed his foot on her chest.

"If you don't have it, you must have sold it." He muttered, shaking his head. "Do you know how much that cost me? Your going to pay me back for it, bitch." He said, removing his foot and throwing a kick to her side.