RAFE'S POV
After Scar finished her shower, she came out of the bathroom wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers as shorts. As much as I hated to admit it, I loved seeing her wear my clothes.
Once I got Scar's wound wrapped up, I went downstairs and made us dinner. I wasn't much of a cook, but I knew how to make a simple chicken and rice. I brought the dinner up to Scar and we both sat in my room eating it.
After we finished eating, we both laid in my bed. My arm was around Scar as we watched a movie on my laptop. Not long into the movie, Scar fell asleep.
It was dark outside and I checked the time after laying in bed for an hour in silence, seeing it was almost ten o'clock at night. I sighed to myself as I saw the brunette haired girl sound asleep next to me.
I genuinely felt bad for her and after the way I acted the other night, I felt so guilty for trying to hurt her. She didn't deserve that.
I sat up in my bed and collected the dirty plates from dinner that were on my night stand and decided to bring them into the kitchen. I quietly exited my room, trying not to disturb her. I went down the stairs as quietly as I could, trying not to wake anyone else in my house.
I entered the kitchen and went over to the dishwasher, placing the dishes and utensils in it. As I closed the dishwasher, I heard talking come from the foyer. It sounded like my dad's voice and another masculine voice. Intrigued, I peaked around the corner, trying to see who my dad was talking to this late at night.
"I'm sorry, Anthony, I really haven't seen her." I heard my dad say as he shook his head.
"I know my daughter has been hanging around your son." The man, who I couldn't get a good look at, told my dad. Was he Scar's dad?
"I'll talk to Rafe, but I don't think he'll know anything either. He's been hanging around here lately, and if not, he's out on the green with the Thorton boy and that Kelce kid." My dad explained my whereabouts to this man.
"Have a word with him, will you?" The man asked my dad.
"Absolutely," My dad nodded. They soon said their goodbyes to each other and I leaned my back against the wall, trying to hide from my dad. I heard footsteps approaching closer and I winced, praying he wouldn't catch me. "Know anything about the new girl?" My dad asked me lowly.
"Uh, n-no," I shook my head as my dad now stood in front of me. "No, I don't. Is everything okay?" I asked, pretending like I didn't know.
"Her dad hasn't seen her all day. He can't reach her phone because the towers are still down. He said she's been hanging around you?"
My eyes widened as I immediately shook my head. "N-No," I continued to stutter. "I-I don't know who she is. I-I think I saw her at the kegger the other night with the pogues, but I don't know anything about her." I told my dad, which wasn't a complete lie. Maybe if Scar's dad went after the pogues, they'd stay out of our fucking hair.
"Hmm," My nodded nodded. "A new kook hanging out the pogues, huh?"
"That's what I saw," I shrugged. "I'll let you know if I see or hear anything."
"Thank you." My dad nodded. "Goodnight, son. Get some sleep." My dad said softly as he lightly patted my shoulder.
I nodded in response and I followed him up the stairs. He went down the hall to his bedroom and I went into mine, locking the door behind me. The last thing I would want is someone walking into my room and seeing Scar in my bed.
I looked over at her, still sleeping in my bed, and I couldn't help but think of how much she probably needed to rest. Just from today, I could tell she was exhausted. I couldn't imagine what she had been through the past few days, and even before I met her last week.
I went over to my bathroom and brushed my teeth, getting myself ready for bed. I looked at myself in the mirror, sighing as I thought about what I was doing with Scar. She was just some girl, I didn't know why I was getting so involved with her.
I exited my bathroom, turning off the light and as I did, Scar abruptly sat up in my bed, breathing heavily.
"Hey," I said softly as I went over to her. She looked at me confused as I sat on the bed next to her. "What's wrong?" I asked her as I studied her face, trying to figure out what happened.
"M-My dad," She panted. "I-I need to- he's gonna kill me." She panicked as she looked around my room.
"No he's not," I shook my head, trying to calm her down. "What happened? Can you tell me what happened?"
"I-I ran from home a-and he found me. H-He was gonna kill me." She tried to explain and and I could tell she was on the verge of tears.
"Shit," I whispered, hating the fact that she was having a nightmare like this. I felt even worse because I knew her dad was looking for her, considering he was just at my house less than fifteen minutes ago. I pulled Scar into a hug and I lightly rubbed her back, trying to get her to calm down. As soon as her head was rested on my shoulder, I heard her begin to softly cry. "Shh," I soothed. "You're gonna be okay."
"I'm not." She cried. "I can't escape him, Rafe. I-I don't know what to do."
I let her cry on my shoulder as I tried to think of what to do and how to help her. I knew I couldn't keep her locked in my room forever.
"We'll figure something out, okay?" I said to her as I pulled away from the hug. We now looked at each other, tears streaming down her face.
"Why?" She softly asked me.
I studied her face, wondering why she asked me that. "Why what?"
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Scar asked as she wiped her face of her tears.
If I were being honest, I didn't know how to answer that question. I nearly hated her just a few nights ago, and now I was helping her hide from her dad. I let her take a shower in my bathroom, I made her food, and I gave her fresh clothes. Why was I being so nice to her?
"I-I uh," I stammered, trying to think of an answer. "I-I can't imagine being in your shoes." I told her. My dad and I may have fought, but he never got physical with me the way Scar's dad did with her. "I'm so sorry he does this to you."
Scar forced a smile at my response. I noticed she looked down at my lips before looking up at my eyes. Though she may have just cried her heart out on my shoulder, she had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen.
"We should get some sleep." Scar said quietly after a minute. "I-I'm sorry." She shook her had as she looked away from me.
"Hey," I whispered, directing her face to look back at me. "Don't be sorry."
I saw she looked down at my lips once more before she quickly leaned in, placing her lips on mine. I closed my eyes at the satisfying feeling of her kissing me. My lips had been craving hers so badly.
She let her lips linger there for a few seconds before she pulled away, both of us observing each other as our faces were only inches apart.
"Thank you." She whispered.
I smiled at her appreciation and I kissed her forehead before I stood up. I went over to my side of the bed and turned off the lamp on my night stand, leaving us in complete darkness.
I got into bed next to Scar and I felt her move closer to me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close, and I felt her place her head in the nook of my chest and shoulder. I smiled to myself at the girl that was in my bed with me. She made me feel something I had never felt before.
I kissed the top of her head and I felt her drape her arm over my torso.
"Get some rest," I said to her softly and I felt her nod her head. "I'm not going anywhere."
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