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sugarcoatedstarkey · 1 year

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Issues (r.c) part 4

Pairing- readerxrafe, hint of readerxbarry.

summary - a story on addiction and falling in love

Warnings- language, drugs, stealing, fighting. (18+)

A/n- 16 months later and I’ve updated! Please note I have edited previous chapters and also marking these as 18+ as I do have sexual content planned.

The inside of your house was quiet, too quiet. Rafe stood behind you, he had his hand on the door frame above your head. You could feel his breath on the back of your head, the hairs on your neck coming to stand and goosebumps litter your arms.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered, peering over your head to look inside. You felt ashamed that he had to see the shit hole that you lived in, the only nice part to your house was your bedroom. The only room in the house your father hadn’t ruined.

“It’s just quiet” you responded, you finally stepped over the threshold. The floorboards underneath you creak and echo throughout the house.

You didn’t want to be here; you were scared shitless. Your face still hurt from the beating your dad gave you, you weren’t physically prepared to go through it again once Rafe left.

“Hey, your shaking!” Rafe stats, the palms of his hands rub up and down your bear arms. You finally registered the state you were in, tears where leaking from your eyes and you shook from fear.

“Oh” is all you manage to say, you don’t move from his touch though. Your frozen, staring ahead at your father who was passed out on the couch. Beer cans surrounded his unconscious body, his bruising was much worse than yours. His lip was so fat it looked like he had been stung by a bee. If you weren’t so scared, you would have laughed.

“Where is your room?” Rafe whispers, you manage to move your head towards the direction of your room. He scoops you up and walks across the floor, your eyes trained back on your father. Making sure he doesn’t open his eyes.

Once you’re inside your room, Rafe closes the door. He reaches up and locks the door with the padlock that you had put on yourself. You tell yourself you should be scared but for some odd reason you feel a lot safer in the room with a kook than your own flesh and blood.

“I’ll stay here until you fall asleep, then I’ll climb out the window” he states, he doesn’t wait for your answer and makes himself at home. His body is on your bed, you’re staring at him in silence. But you find yourself grabbing an oversized shirt from your draw, turning your body to face the wall, and changing in front of him.

You’re not sure if he looked or if he had closed his eyes the moment you grabbed clothes because when you turned around, he was laid back on your pillow, eyes closed and arms behind his head.

Again, you’re not sure why you feel so safe with him, you’re not sure why this all felt so normal?

You make your way across the room and slide under the covers, you lay on your back staring up at the ceiling. Pictures of the pogues plastered on the white paint. You think you should feel sad, sad that they have no idea what’s going on. No idea that Rafe was on your bed.

But you don’t care, and that is what frightened you the most.

“Close your eyes” Rafe says, he’s watching you. Watching your eyes flicker across all the photos, watching your mind run a million miles an hour. Both your highs are coming down, you know you needed to sleep it off. You’re not sure how Rafe was when he wasn’t high, you weren’t sure if he would turn into a different person.

So, you closed your eyes and you let yourself sleep. It was a good sleep, the best sleep you’ve had in a long time.

The sun poking its way through your purple curtain woke you up, yawning as you slowly opened your eyes. You knew he wouldn’t be next to you when you opened your eyes, but you couldn’t help that gnawing feeling when it was in fact true.

You jump out of your skin when you hear yelling, you run towards the door and press your ear to the wood. All you could hear was the erratic beating of your heart, your skin was heating up.

The sound kept getting louder, you raced around the room looking for some clothes. Changing as fast as you could, you grabbed whatever you thought you might need for the day and shoved it into a bag. Pushing open the window Rafe would have used last night and jumping out onto the pavement.

Just as your about to start running you notice Barry’s bike laid upon the gate. Your stomach drops, your confused as to why your worried for your father. He hurt you, but you didn’t want anything to happen to him. So, you raced around the front of the house, bursting through the front door.

“Barry!” You shout, just in time. His fist stops mid-air, his grip on your father’s shirt slackens. He throws him onto the couch, turning round to give you his famous smirk. Chills run through you, but not the kind of chills that would indicate your frightened.

These where a different kind of chill, he steps towards you. “There you are” he says, looking over his shoulder at your father who looks confused but thankful that you walked through the door. “Daddy dearest didn’t want to tell me where you were” he adds.

“She shouldn’t be hanging around with people like you” your father states, but he’s cowering into the cushions of the couch. You shake your head, why is he now worried about you? He wasn’t worried when he was leaving black and blue bruises on you the other night.

“Think you need to let your daughter run her own life, old man” he growls, he begins to step towards your father again. You grab his wrist, giving him a soft tug. You were brave but not that brave. “Let’s leave, tell me why you were looking for me” you beg, you start walking backwards until your back meets the screen door.

It doesn’t take Barry any convincing to follow you out, he doesn’t even look back over at your father. His eyes are on you the whole time, you walk towards his bike and stop.

“I got a little job for you”

Your heart is in your stomach, your mind jumps straight to drugs. He wants you to deliver drugs, he wants you to get sucked into his life. “Hey now princess, no need to start thinking the worst” he laughs, the sun reflects on his cheap gold tooth. You watch as he sits himself upon his bike, taping behind him for you to join.

“It’s safe, I promise”.

There is no hesitation, you’re on the back of the bike in seconds. That safe feeling settling in your stomach that you had last night with Rafe, your brain shutting down any negative thought as you let Barry drive you out of your run-down garden.

The wind was crisp, your arms wrapped around his waist. Your cheek was pressed against his back to shield your eyes from the wind, you didn’t recognise the part of town he had taken you to.

It was nice, white picket fences. Freshly cut grass, it smelt rich. You could only assume you were on Rafe’s side of the island; you didn’t come over here much. You had no need to.

The bike came to a stop and jumped off, looking up at the big White House in front of you. “Why are we here Barry?” You question, your eyes don’t leave the house.

Jealousy ran through your veins as you pictured yourself living the life of a kook, how easy life would be. How your mum would probably still be around if you had money, your dad would probably be sober. Heck you would probably never have touched cocaine.

“Are you even listening?”

“Sorry what?”

Barry gripped your chin, those chills where back. Followed by goosebumps and a lump in your throat, why were you liking the way this felt?

“These guys owe me some cash. I’ve told them we are even, if you can work for them” he states, he points to the older man walking out of the French doors. You nod your head and look back at Barry.

“Rafe and I will be here to pick you up in exactly 3 hours, now you go do your thing sweet girl”. He states, he pushes something into the back on your jean shorts. You assume it was cocaine as that’s what you usually brought from him.

You know you shouldn’t be feeling these feelings, but your thighs press together absentmindedly, your suddenly turned on by Barry of all people. The same feelings you had gotten last night with Rafe in your bed, why was this happening to you?

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