Rafe Cameron Imagines

He fakes his death 🟢

A/N: idk abt this one & i need new ideas🥶
WC : 415 💪🏼
Warnings: unedited work/swearing/depression/mental health/therapy/cringe/

It had been 2 weeks since rafe had passed, you felt guilty in a way. It was as if you couldve done something to save him. In reality, you couldnt stop an overdose. His last words to you were in a fit of rage, he warned you about it yet you still thought it was yet another of his sick "jokes". His words filled your head once every while, his laughter filling your ears for a split second. It was like he was taunting you from beyond the grave. Your therapist had told you to try and move on and get back into the dating game again but you couldnt, it was as if he was holding you back. You knew he was dead but you felt like you would be cheating if you dated another man.

*SKIP TO PRESENT DAY*

You were washing dishes that wouldn't fit in the dishwasher, when there was a loud slam from your flat door. As any "y/n" character would do, you walked cautiously towards the sound.

The door knob turned slowly, causing a flood of thoughts to run through your head. However, not one of them was anywhere near to the truth.

The door slowly opened, and as if in slow motion, it revealed a man you thought you'd never see again, never see alive again.

Rafe motherfucking Cameron.

You fell to the floor, your body becoming limp as small sobs escaped your mouth like an avalanche of sound. He rushed over to you and engulfed you in a hug. You sobbed into his chest, his heartbeat steadying your breath.
"You left me, YOU FUCKING LEFT ME!" you shouted, beating his chest as you spoke.

His arms began to shake as he held you. You knew instantly what was approaching.

"I had to princess," he began, his voice shaking with every word.
"I had to, my dad said!" He words were laced with anger, something you knew all too well.
"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE RAFE," you began, quickly turning all your pent up emotions to anger,
"WHEN WILL YOU STOP LISTENING TO YOUR DAD. HE HATES YOU RAFE AND YOU KNOW IT!"

His face dropped, not believing what you had just said to him. He walked out of the room, almost too calmly, closing the door gently as he left.

You knew you fucked up, big time.