Beyond The Pale

20. Bipolar

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Rafael said anyone allowed in, has a key.

But wouldn't a guy like Stefan be able to break down the door? Or even unlock it with something. I panicked, standing behind the door.

I must not make any noises or move.

Rafael told me not to.

Whoever it was started to walk towards the bedroom, a tall figure, it was definitely a man.

I pushed the door, hoping to hit the person, but their hand happened to grab the edge of the door before it could hit them.

"It's just me." Marco laughed, poking his head around to see me up against the wall. My shoulders sunk in relief and my breathing became even.

"I tripped over a suitcase that wasn't suppose to be where I was walking." Marco scowled, before eyeing me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Just not used to being paranoid about everything." My lips were a thin line.

"You've got to toughen up." Marco shrugged, walking back out. I followed him back into the living room just when the door opened revealing Rafael, looking like hell.

He walked in, nodding at the both of us before throwing his keys on a rack next to the door.

I eyed the blood stains on his grey shirt and black jeans, when he turned there was a smear on his cheek and neck.

It wasn't his blood, I hope.

"What happened?" My voice cracked, this wasn't a normal thing to see, I had to get used to it.

"Nothing, I took care of something." Rafael shrugged, avoiding to look me in the eyes. "I need to shower."

He looked at Marco without speaking but it seemed like Marco knew exactly what Rafael was trying to say, before he walked off in the direction of his room.

"I'll be back." Marco told me, heading out the apartment again.

I couldn't just stand there, I headed into the direction Rafael was.

The water of the shower was running. Even though I just had a shower, I took my clothes off, walking into the bathroom. I took a sharp breath seeing Rafael's naked body under the ceiling shower, his back facing me.

I stepped behind him, tracing my hands along his back muscles, watching the water mixed with the dried blood, drip down paths until it reached the drain.

Rafael turned around, capturing my hands in his. His mouth parted as the water ran down his nose and lips.

"Stop." He mumbled, his eyes defying exactly what he was feeling.

"No."

"We can't do this. Christina, I don't want to be apart of your life, and I don't want you to be apart of mine." He clenched his jaw. "It won't end well, so let's stay clear of each other."

"That's a lie, It's a little too late for that." I frowned, pulling my hands out of his.

"I need to be able to do the things I do without you judging me." Rafael pointed out, looking more frustrated with himself. "It's fuçking annoying having you, -littlemissperfectandsheltered- Making me feel like what I do is wrong."