Blame It On Pride

Y/n's POV:

Rafe smirks and glances at me,

'I never had an actual relationship before Y/n, so her, and it will not stop...' He answers, I grin and look at the floor,

I peek through and notice that Lewis is struggling to get the right words,

Rafe tips my chin whilst spinning the bottle that evidently lands on one of the girls...

The game continued, we've all answered a couple of questions and committed some dares,

The bottle then landed on Rafe,

'Truth Or Dare?' Jess asks,

'Truth.'

'Have you ever imagined someone else during sex?'

Rafe fledges with that mischievous smirk,

'Yes I have, loads of times in fact...' He answers, looking at me,

I can possibly disguise on what he is inclining,

'Who was it?' I ask, my voice slightly squeaked from anticipation,

'Well, now that's a second question, isn't it?' He satirically asks, I squirm in my seat and nod...

For Christ's sake...

I see how it is...
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Eventually, I get to choose between the options, as I go with truth yet again,

'Have you ever gotten on your knees to pleasure someone?'

I glimpse at Rafe who's contagious smirk is plastered all over his face,

He smirks and nods,

'Yes, yes I have...' I mumble,

As after I spin the bottle, ironically it lands on Rafe, I look at him and smile innocently,

'Who was the person that you imagined during sex?' I ask as he shakes his head, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek,

'That's not written on the card.' He announces,

I lean over to my purse and retrieve a pen, taking a flash card that was incidentally laying-about in my bag, I write down the exact question,

I glimpse at Rafe who's smiling whilst sipping his whiskey,

'Here.' I muse, offering him the card, he sighs and places the card in his pocket,

'So desperate, it's you obviously.' He responds,

I see Lewis clearing his throat, looking down at his hands,

'Satisfied?' Rafe asks as I nod, beaming at him,

He sighs...

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Once decided to take a break, everyone bifurcates, some go dancing and drinking as some decided to leave entirely or for a smoke,

'We will go home soon, it's getting late...' Rafe says as I nod,

'Alright, I'll just quickly go to the bathroom, I'll be back soon.' I mutter, he nods and kisses me briefly as I then pace towards the door that indicates the lavatory...

Walking in, I notice that it was awfully quiet, not even music was heard, it seemed as if the walls were thicker, I didn't think much of it, I simply placed my purse on the side of the sink and retrieved a lipstick,

Fixing up my smudged one, I hear the door open,

My eyes widen as I barely manage to hold the lipstick in my hands anymore,

'Jenna?' I mumble,

She looks so...disheveled and unruly,

Pale as ever, clothes scattered and ripped, hair messily arranged and her shoes damaged,

Bruises and wounds all over her body,

'There you are...' She mutters, stepping closer to me as I step back,

'What are you-'

'Shut up and listen...if you'd know what your boyfriend did to me, I went through hell Y/n, you could never even bloody imagine, could you? Life is just so fucking simple for you, isn't it?'

'...Jenna, I understand that you're upset, but we can talk this though-'

'Talk this through? Can't you understand that, you two are not meant to be, he belongs with me-me! Not you, never you, it's me, he made sure that my life was so utterly miserable, and he succeeded, of course he did, but now, I'll make sure that we end up together-not you-not the stupid Mrs. Cameron, but me!'

'Jenna...'

'No, no, no, no, he claims that he loves you oh-so-much, well, he can't love something that he doesn't have anymore, am I right?' Jenna says, her eyes are vermilion-red, her makeup smeared entirely,

'What are you...'

'Then, we'll file that you're missing, then I'll comfort poor Rafe, and he'll forget you in nanoseconds, yes.' She keeps mumbling to herself, almost inaudibly,

I then look at the door, at Jenna and at the door, I can slip through, as I do exactly that,

She couldn't catch me in time, the door was so close, but once I've reached it, it opens by itself,

My lips slacken apart once I am met face-to-face with...

'Lewis, what are you doing here?'

'I'm sorry Y/n...but you belong with me.' He utters...

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