I blink. Once, twice, and then I'm awake. I am still lying in the same position on Rafe's couch, covered in various blankets and in someone else's— Sarah's, clothes. I feel sweaty and hot.
Evening is falling, quickly. I feel grim, but more well-rested than ever. I yawn, then toss my head back into the pillow.
"You're awake." A stony voice from behind me says. I snap up.
"How long was I out for?"
"Look around you, Vandenburg. It's almost night time. How long do you think you've been out for?"
"Someone's in a bad mood," I mutter to myself, low enough for only me to hear.
"What did you say?" He says. Clearly, he either has the ears of a fox, or I'm just a lot louder than I originally thought.
"Nothing," but my smile gives me away. I open one eye— peeking at him, and am shocked to see a hint of a smile on his face.
Rafe moves from behind the couch and instead, sits on a lounge chair right in front of me. "On a different note," he begins, "do you finally want to talk about what happened this morning?"
I roll my tongue over my teeth. "What's there to say?" I ask at first. "I was down at the beach, surfing. Clearing my head. He showed up. Started...taunting me, and then finally hit me. My head hit a rock. And it was like something was turned off in him, because he just kept hitting me. Even when I was unconscious— I'm sure."
He bites at the inside of his cheek, eyes sharp.
When I try to turn my body, I realize I can't. My entire body is sore, covered in bruises, some bad, some not. "He's done this before. But never this bad. Never like this."
He inhales, slow at first, then lets out a sharp exhale. Just like smoking a cigarette.
"Okay?" I question. "Are we done? Do you want anything else out of me?"
"Who says I wanted anything?"
"Because you're Rafe Cameron. You always want something."
"Okay, fair point," he replied.
I knitted my eyebrows in confusion as the boy just simply stared at me. "Well? C'mon, spit it out. It's getting dark and I have to go home."
"A truce," he says, his voice small and quiet, which is certainly a first.
"What?" I ask, my brows knitting further together. "You're certainly funny."
He pushes himself closer to me, and I try to dig myself deeper into the couch. Perhaps I should let it envelop me. "I wasn't joking," he says, his eyes staying fixed on mine.
"I don't get it," I say. "A truce?"
"Yes," he says, rolling his eyes like he's tired of me already. "Are you a bit short of hearing?" He waves his hands around his head, an innuendo telling me that he thinks I'm crazy.
"No, but thank you for your concern, Cameron," I say, in a moment of false sweetness.
"Anytime, Vandenburg."
"So," I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Talk to me about this truce."
"What's there to say?" He asks. "It's a truce. You know what a truce is, right?"
"Yes, I do," I say, annoyed. "But I don't understand. You're asking me to..." I trail off.
"I'm asking you to lay down your weapons; for me to lay down mine."
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HEARTLESS─── RAFE CAMERON [1]
Fanfiction█ 。:* ──── in which one psycho ex causes two childhood friends-turned-enemies to rekindle something a lot more than just friendship. 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄──── this story features alcohol, substance abuse, ptsd, assault, and more sexual themes. rafe cameron x...