#readercameron

• Warnings: Rafe Cameron (your brother) is a manipulative shit. Angst, fluff, kind of enemies-to-lovers. Mentions of death, drugs (reader is forced to consume them), guns, abuse, induced vomit (reader gets help to vomit), etc. Swearing as always. CHANGES FROM ‘YOU’ TO ‘I/ME’ T MAKE SOME SCENES MORE REAL. NOT PROOFREAD.
• Word Count: 5103
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Sarah Cameron seemed to be a name that you couldn’t escape at all. A name everyone seemed to pronounce whenever you were close or not. Perhaps it was related to the fact that you both shared the same last name or that Sarah was never scared of freeing herself. Of course, it hadn’t been easy. But she had the Pogues, people who helped her come out of her world and see that the so-called Kooks weren’t as good, and the so-called Pogues weren’t as bad.

You didn’t have so much luck, or maybe you just weren’t as brave as Sarah. Sarah was everything you weren’t.

Rafe Cameron, your brother, liked that. He approved that you weren’t similar to Sarah, and he reminded you every day. Rafe considered that your sister was someone who had betrayed the Camerons, deciding to date and be friends with dirty Pogues. You just nodded your head, letting it be saturated with what Rafe declared regarding the Pogues. Nevertheless, sometimes you asked yourself what was like to be Sarah. What was it like to be deeply loved by friends who accepted you?

Rafe Cameron was manipulative and obsessed to carve you into the female version of himself. Yeah, it was fucked up. But it was the only love you had experienced while growing up, which modified your concept of it.

“Rafe,” You whined, your hands gripping his right arm before he could take another step. Of course, he didn’t seem to like your intervention as he spun around, looking deeply into your eyes and making you cower. He demanded with his gaze for you to continue. “I thought we were just going to have fun.”

“This will be fun.” Your brother gritted his teeth, a tiny smirk forming after. “What?” He wasn’t as stupid to not notice the expression that decorated your face. “Do you think we should leave them alone when they had entered our territory?” There wasn’t time for you to shake your head. “Is that what is happening here?” His head mentioned your grip on his arm. You let him go. “Are you starting to become like Sarah, uh?” He shook his head. “Are you going to leave me too? Are you going to choose them over your own blood?”

“Stop saying things like that!” You were agitated. “You are my brother. I will always be there for you and be on your side.” Your gaze moved to the two guys who were walking through Kook territory.

“Good.” His hand ended on your cheek, making you glance at him one again. “I know you aren’t like Sarah. I sometimes get scared you will change your mind.” No, you weren’t like Sarah. No, you wouldn’t change your mind because Rafe would always be there to remind you.

“C'mon,” Topper patted Kelce’s back as he started walking towards both boys. Barry followed them as you and your brother did too. Rafe had let you go. “Let’s teach them a lesson.”

“Hey!” You didn’t have to look at your brother to know that there was a smirk decorating his face. The same smirk that meant that trouble was approaching. But this was Rafe Cameron. Trouble followed him everywhere. “Aren’t these my two favourite Pogues?” He spat, stopping in front of the two boys who seemed to examine the situation. Five versus two. Well, four. “Haven’t I already told you not to come here?”

“Some of us need to work, Cameron,” Pope answered back, and you were surprised as it was the first time you had seen him replying to your brother. However, you could notice the fear as his tone hadn’t been aggressive. “We will finish our job and go away.” He tried to step forward, but Topper blocked his way. “Stop.”

Barry whistled. “Did the roles change?” He laughed aloud, stepping closer to Pope and grabbing the box he tightly gripped, throwing it to the ground. “Seems like you can’t finish your job now.” The others laughed as you stood behind them, not moving. Were you even breathing? “What’s up, JJ? Nothing to say?” The blond boy was always the one stepping forward, fighting back and protecting his friends. However, this time he stood silent with clenched fists and jaw.

“Who would have thought that JJ Maybank would keep his mouth shut?” Your brother grinned, stepping closer to the blonde, getting quite close to his face. “What happened, JJ?” The blond didn’t back away. “Did daddy finally cut your tongue, or does he just hit the shit out of you?” You lowly gasped as your brother’s minions laughed. “I admire your old man for doing the job that half the Kooks wish to do on you.” The smirk had left as he got even closer to JJ’s face. What no one expected was for JJ to spit on your brother’s face. Rafe used his arm to wipe his face. “So you are into spitting, uh?”

“I don’t know,” He finally answered back. “Ask your sister.”

Then, it happened.

Rafe turned his head, glancing your way. “Did you get close to him?” The rage was evident. “Did you get close to these fucking Pogues and lied to me?” You quickly shook your head, attempting to swallow. Your brother’s face was red as he stared at JJ once again. “You are dead, motherfucker.” Pope ended up restrained by Topper and Kelce as Barry grabbed JJ’s arm, giving Rafe easy access to repeatedly punch him on the stomach.

He didn’t stop. You didn’t stop him.

JJ had ended up on the floor, groaning and clutching his stomach. A bloody mouth from one of your brother’s hooks. Pope, kneeling next to him on the ground, worried. Your brother and his friends leaving as you stood there for a couple of seconds, glancing at the two boys.

“What.” Pope snapped at you. He believed that you were to blame as much as Rafe because you just stood there, gazing at your brother and his friends while they beat JJ. Pope was just mad. He knew that not even you could do anything to stop Rafe Cameron from being a fucking asshole.

“I…” You took a deep breath, body shaking. Your eyes met those of the blond one, which were a bit squinted due to the discomfort. “I-I’m s-,” Why was it so hard? Before you could try to apologize, Rafe had yelled for you to keep up with their pace. Offering both Pogues a last glance, you ran away.

You were the first one who didn’t apologize.

You groaned, clenching the soft blankets between your fingers and slightly moving your head so it would rest under your pillow, attempting to get away from the noise that seemed to invade the comforts of your bedroom. The noise seemed to stop, but only for a couple of seconds as it came back, holding you back from falling asleep once again.

Someone was calling you. Turning around and extending your arm, you blindly sought for your phone. “Yes?” Your voice was harsh as your mouth was dry. You couldn’t even see who was calling you. The light from the phone was too bright against your eyes, so you just decided to answer.

“Y/N.”

“Rafe?” You woke up a little bit after hearing his rushed voice. “W-What is going on? What time is it?” With some difficulty and squinting your eyes, you were able to look at the time. 3.33 a.m. “What the…” Placing the phone against your ear, you sat down on the bed. “Rafe, what is going on?”

“I need you to come to get us.” His voice was still rushed. “We are five streets down from home. I will send you the direction, alright?” Your mouth opened and closed, not knowing what was happening. “And I need you to come fast. Like right now, Y/N.”

Your heard noise in the background. “Are the boys with you?” You were pretty sure you had detected Barry, insulting someone.

“Stop asking all these fucking questions, Y/N.” He grunted, sighing after. “Now, Y/N.” You nodded your head as if he could see you, hanging up and deciding to wear a hoodie. You didn’t change your shoes or pyjama pants, terrified of Rafe being in trouble, which probably was why he had called you.

When you arrived at the destination place, you found your brother and some of his friends getting physical with the Pogues. You quickly parked your car, getting off and running towards Rafe, gripping his arm before it would punch John B in the face. “What is going on?” You whispered as your heart beat madly, inflicting pain in your chest.

“Your fucking brother placed drugs on one of Pope’s deliveries.” John B spat, glaring at you as if you had anything to do with it. “He prepared a trap, and he called the cops on us.”

“Hey, hey,” Barry called out, a smirk decorating his stupid face. “It’s your fault for having those drugs.” Before they could get into a more physical argument, the cops had arrived, asking for explanations.

Yeah, Rafe Cameron had set a trap for the Pogues. However, this time they were prepared as there had been witnesses when your brother and his friends had beaten JJ and Pope. Someone had been recording.

“You all coming with us for drug possession.” Your heat ached, but Rafe remained still, knowing that your dad would take you out as soon as he knew. Glancing at the Pogues, you noticed the relief in his eyes. Perhaps they doubted if they could win against some Kooks. You were startled when someone had grabbed your wrists. “C'mon, ma'am. You are coming too.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you claimed that you had nothing to do with what had happened. “You were with these boys in the video. We must take you until we confirm all the information.” As your head was pulled down as you were forced into the car, JJ Maybank’s gaze met yours.

He never apologized for not stating that you had nothing to do with what had happened.

“You should have come faster.” Rafe’s thigh hit yours as both of you were sitting in the police car. “This is your fault.”

You were lying on the cold floor of your bedroom, eyes closed and chest peacefully rising as music invaded your bedroom, granting a feeling of freedom that you never had the opportunity to experience.

Of course, that peacefulness was interrupted as Rafe barged into your safe place. Your bedroom’s or hitting the wall, and you reminded yourself to check the wall to make sure he hadn’t left a mark.

“I need your help.” You already didn’t like what was going on. “Dad is going to check my room for drugs because of what happened a week ago.” The night you both spent in jail because there was no one to bail you out as your father had disappeared for the night. You had tried to convince Rafe to use your chance of a call to call Sarah, but the way he had glared at you, determined what he thought about what you said. “I need to hide this.” He showed you a tiny transparent bag that had four pills inside.

“He will search mine too.” You never did drugs. It was just something you wanted to avoid. “He had been searching mine too because of what had happened.” You crossed your arms over your chest, glancing directly into your brother’s eyes.

“I know.” He stepped closer. “That’s why I need you to swallow them.” What. “I already took some. I can’t take more.”

You shook your head. “Then throw them away, Rafe.”

“You know how much I paid for this shit?” His volumed rose. “I’m not throwing this away. Are you seriously going to make me waste all that money and not help me?” He was doing it again. He was manipulating you. “After all the things I’ve done for you? Who was there when Sarah left us for the Pogues? Who beat those kids who used to bully you in school? Who was the one that took you to eat your favourite ice cream when we were kids? Who was the one who stopped Maverick Mathers from sticking his hand under your skirt?” When he regarded the expression you did whenever you were overthinking, he smiled.

You swallowed the four pills.

.

You weren’t sure if it was due to the heat that your body felt weak. You felt like collapsing in the middle of the road. However, you also knew that it was due to the drugs you had taken.

Where were you going? Far from Rafe and Ward Cameron.

Was it a good idea? Not really. Or yes. You weren’t sure.

You didn’t have an exact location on your mind. You didn’t have an exact place where you would go, hoping for someone to grab your arms and pull you up and comfort your trembling body. But you had ended in front of the Chateau, staring at the door as if someone would notice your presence and pull it open.

And someone did. A mess of blond hair and curious eyes with a hint of something more stared back at you. He noticed your shape. Guessing that he wouldn’t say anything, you stepped forward. Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times. Biting your lower lip, you madly blinked, wishing the tears would disappear. “Is…” You paused for a couple of seconds, attempting to calm your breathing. “Is Sarah home?” Home. What a strange word. How does it feel? Sarah had learnt that home wasn’t a place. You, sadly, would probably never understand that. JJ shook his head. “C-can I wait inside for her?” You saw the anger in his face. “Just for a couple of-.”

“Who is it?” A voice sounded from the inside. Seconds later, the door opened a little bit more, showing John B. His eyes widened as he saw you. “Oh, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes glanced behind you, expecting to see Rafe.

You opened your mouth once again. Though, words didn’t seem to make an appearance. Why would they help you? All the things Rafe did to them fell on you too, because you were always there. Never stopping him. Never offering the Pogues a helping hand. So what the heck were you expecting?

You swirled around, swallowing your tears as you decided to walk away without saying anything. “Fuck.” You felt like falling on the ground and curling and screaming and crying and perhaps dying.

“Y/N,” You ignored John B’s call. “Sarah went out with Kiara.” He paused while you still walked, slowly as everything seemed to be moving. “She might be here soon. Want to wait for her inside?” His tone was softer, and you wanted to punch him. You wanted to punch him for being so nice to you when you never were. “I’m sure Sarah will be happy to see you.” Your heart ached, or was it your entire body? “She always says how much she misses you.” You stopped, turning around and meeting their eyes. John B’s stare was sincere, soft and protective. JJ’s was encouraging, and he seemed ready to jump forward…to attack? Or to help?

The next thing you knew, you were sitting on their couch in silence. John B had asked several times if you wanted something to eat, but the mere mention of food made you want to vomit. Finally, you had opted to let him give you some cold water. He wasn’t far away but being alone with JJ was intimidating.

“Hey,” Glancing back, you met a pair of eyes that weren’t blue. John B placed a glass filled with water on top of a small table. “Are you okay?” Why was he asking? Maybe because even though the weather was scorching, you embraced yourself as your body quivered uncontrollably. “You are scaring us, Y/N.” Shifting your gaze, you observed how close JJ had gotten, concern in both of their faces.

“W-when will S-s-sarah come?”

“Want me to call her?” He was already taking his phone out of his back pocket. He touched his screen a couple of times, pressing his phone to his ear. “Sarah? Are you close?” You glanced from one boy to another. “Uhm, your sister is here. No, Y/N. She is here.” Your teeth ticked. “She is asking for you.” Your body started shaking even more violently, alarming the boys. “Sarah…” He hesitated. “I think something is wrong. Come fast, please.” His calm voice didn’t match the expression on his face.

You felt hands on you. Hands, grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to meet a pair of blue eyes. “Did you consume?” His question was sharp. You were surprised by his recognition. Has he ever been in such a horrible situation? Willingly? “I need you to tell me if you had consumed anything, Y/N.” You were scared. What would they think of you?

“Y/N…” John B gently urged, hand resting on your shoulder. You quickly nodded your head. “What did you consume?” You shook your head. “Y/N, we need to know what you consume-.”

“Rafe.” You interrupted them.

JJ glanced at his friend, eyes lost, trying to decipher your answer. “Rafe gave them to you?” You nodded. “You don’t know what he gave you?” Again. “Were they pills?” Your body shook too much. Dizziness overcoming you. JJ’s hand quickly grabbed your right one. “Squeeze two times if it was pills.” One. Two. “How many? Y/N, how many did you take?” One. Two. Three. Four. “Shit.” His other hand went through his locks.

“What do we do? Do we call an ambulance? Do we-.”

“No,” The blond bit his lower lip. “Someone will have to go get her. Either Rafe or Ward.” You whimpered. “We make her vomit.” His hands grabbed your arms. “Help me, dude.” John B just listened to his friend, knowing he had more experience with this type of thing.

You ended in front of the toilet, sitting on the cold ground. JJ was sitting behind you, his chest against your back. He ordered John B to grab your hair. “Cmon, Y/N. Don’t hold back.” Your sister’s boyfriend seemed worried for you, deeply worried.

You shook your head. You couldn’t.

Maybank’s body trembled behind yours. “Y/N, we need you to vomit.” His breath caressed your ear. “If you don’t do it, we will have to take you to the hospital.” With much effort, you turned around to look at him. “Can I?” You sighed, nodding your head. “Okay, Okay.” His own body pushed yours closer to the toilet. “Open your mouth.” He shared a look with John B as he inserted his fingers inside your mouth, pushing them as far as possible. He felt your gags. “It’s okay. Let it go.” He continued encouraging you as his fingers went deeper. “Yes, yes.” His fingers hurriedly left your mouth as he felt the most powerful gagging motion.

You left before Sarah could arrive, even if John B pleaded for you to stay, and JJ stayed silent as he observed you. You left without apologizing for pulling them into your mess.

Several days had gone by since you had appeared on the Chateau. You hadn’t been answering Sarah’s calls, too embarrassed. You ignored the Pogues’ glances when you were out.

“Wake up.” Rolling on your bed, you sighed, bothered by whoever was trying to wake you up. “I said wake up.” It was when you felt something on your forehead that you decided to open your eyes. A gun. A gun was tightly pressed against your sweaty forehead. A gun was held by no other than Rafe Cameron. “Topper saw you leaving the Chateau a couple of days ago.” His jaw was clenched. “I don’t need to ask what you were doing there. Traitor.” He spat. "Worst thing, I already knew. I tried to see if you were going to turn around, but you continued towards the Chateau.“ He chuckled. "I have a device on your phone. I know where you are all the time, and I saw you. I saw you.”

“Rafe…”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Y/N.” He pressed the gun farther into your skin, demanding for you to get up. “You really wanted to see Sarah?” Rage. “Did you so badly wanted to see the person who left us? Not caring about us at all.”

“Rafe,” I swallowed, hands up in surrender. “It’s not what you think. I don’t know how I ended th-.”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!” He spat all over my face. “You wanted Sarah,” His face moving closer to mine. “I will give you Sarah.” From his pants, he took a rope, cuffing my hands behind my back. Also, covering my eyes with a rag as he grabbed my arm. The gun once again pressed to my body. This time-pressed to my side as he manhandled me.

“Rafe.” I sobbed, terrified as my naked feet felt the ground against my feet. “Rafe, where are you taking me?” He didn’t answer as he pushed my body inside his car. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He didn’t accept my apology as he got in the car, turning it on. “I swear I didn’t mean to end up there. I was drugged, I-.”

He chuckled. “So now you are blaming me?!” He yelled. “You are the one who wanted to go back to the person who abandoned us for some dull filthy Pogues.” He was going fast.

I didn’t know how long I was inside his car, nor where I was. I just knew I was terrified, a feeling that seemed to be present whenever Rafe was around. A sensation that was eating me from the inside, screaming at me to do the same. To yell. To shatter my lungs until someone would hear me, hoping to be saved, hoping to be heard.

I was forcefully taken from the car, and while I cried, he remained silent, pulling my body around and urging me to walk to, perhaps, my death.

Minutes later, after walking on the ground, cold tiles and stepping downstairs, he pushed me again. I fell to the ground with a yelp, and that’s when another voice was heard. “Rafe, please. Please let me go. Please, don’t do this.” Sarah? She was weeping, and I was pretty sure her body was shaking.

“Oh, c'mon,” He laughed. “I’m not the bad boy here. I’m helping you both see each other. You guys have a lot of things in common. The sisters who abandon their family for dirty Pogues and non-blood-related people.”

“Y/N?” She asked between sobs. I nodded my head, looking in the direction I thought she was. Then, I thought that maybe her eyes were covered too, and I weakly said ‘yes’.

“Enjoy your sister bonding time.” He grunted. “It won’t be long.” He stepped forward, and the bandage was taken off from my eyes. I blinked a couple of times, ignoring his figure retrieving and leaving the room.

My eyes adjusted to the light. Sarah was staring at me with wet cheeks and red eyes, her bottom lip trembling and her body shaking as I guessed. “Oh fuck, are you okay?” I nodded my head. “Is he…Is he going to kill us?” Perhaps. We were talking about Rafe Cameron. You never knew how fucked up his mind was or the type of thoughts that invaded his brain. “Oh my god,” She sobbed, violently. “What are we going to do? How are we going to get out of here?” We seemed to be in a basement. Where? Not sure. Not a clue. Not a fucking clue. “I’ve been screaming and,” She choked. “I don’t think anyone can hear us. I don’t think they can.”

My eyes widened as I gasped. “My phone.” Sarah glanced at me, confused. “He planted a tracking device on my phone. It’s in the front pocket of my pyjama pants.” How didn’t he notice?

“Oh my god,  I can’t believe your habit of sleeping with your phone is going to help us for the first time.” She used to get mad at me for sleeping with my phone, claiming it was dangerous for my health. “Come closer to my back. I will try to grab it.” I did as I was told, and after a couple of sighs and curses, she was able to grab it. “I can’t see the screen. Guide me, Y/N.” I nodded my head, still sobbing. “Okay. Is this number 5?”

“Wait,” I leaned forward. “Tell me the number.” She started telling me John B’s number as I marked it with my nose, having some complications hitting the numbers.

We both cried, praying forJohn B to answer. “Yes? Who’s this?” Sarah gasped, a heart-breaking sound accompanied by a teary laugh. “Sarah? Is that you?” He recognised her without even hearing her talk. “Where are you? You said you would be here in 10 minutes, and it’s been 20 min-.”

“John B, please.” She stopped him. “You need to listen. I’m calling from Y/N’s phone. Rafe has kidnapped us. We don’t know where we are, but my sister claims that Rafe placed a tracking device in her phone. I’m sure Pope can figure it out.”

“Sarah, is this a joke?” We heard voices behind him. The other Pogues could hear us now.

“N-not a joke,” I spoke. “He tracked my phone before. I didn’t know until today.” I glanced at my sister, who smiled at me. I had missed her. “He has a gun,” I whispered. I heard a male voice in the background cursing, JJ.

“Okay, we will figure this out, okay?” His voice shook. “We will take you both out of there. We will figure it out.”

I heard footsteps. “Sarah,” I cried. “He is coming back. He is-.”

“Hang up!” JJ screamed. “Listen to me, Y/N. Hang up ad kick the phone far from you. Now!” The call ended.

“Aw, look how close you both got.” He smirked, making a chill run through my body. “Who would have thought that the sisters would end together again.” His stare turned towards me. “Not me for sure.”

“Rafe…” I started.

“Tell me, Y/N.” He swirled the gun around his fingers. “I don’t care about this bitch anymore. I’m over it.” No, he wasn’t. “I’m over her changing us for filthy pogues.” He stepped closer to me. “But I can’t believe youwould do it, Y/N.” His glare deepened. “Was it because of Sarah? Did you miss her? Was she a better sibling than me? Because it was me who was there for you.” His voice rose. “I was always there FOR YOU!” I flinched. “Or was it for the blond shit, uh?” I had complications swallowing. “Yeah, I saw how you looked at him on Midsummers. I saw how you wanted to walk up to him when we did something to them.” I remained silent. “Did you want to suck his dick?” I felt disgusted by his words. “I get it. A bitch has needs too. But for him? Do you know how long Barry has been trying to get in your pants? I’ve been trying to help him. I was trying to see if my onlydecent sister would settle down with a friend of mine, someone I can trust.”

I was tired. “You and your friends can’t be trusted.” I spat. Sarah begged me to keep silent. I couldn’t. I was quiet for so long. “You are bullies.” Not my best insult, but I was just warming up. “You are a fucking psychopath who has puppies sucking your balls and following you everywhere out of fear. You have abandonment issues that you created by yourself because you are a manipulative bitch who wants to have everyone under your control.” The back of the gun hit my mouth, and I whined in pain, spatting blood on the ground as Sarah screamed.

“Go to hell, Y/N.” The gun was pointing between my eyes, and he didn’t seem to hesitate.

“Then I will see you again, Rafe.”

Before he could pull the trigger, blue and red light shone on the outside. Rafe panicked. We heard screams and other noises. The door opened, and officers came in, restraining Rafe. Sarah and I cried even harder, out of relief.

Other officers freed our hands and Sarah’s legs as they started questioning us. We answered with trembling voices as our hands found each other, squeezing.

“Sarah” She glanced at me with tears in her eyes. “I’m so so sorry.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry for everything. I never wanted to hur-.”

“No, no.” She shook her head, pulling me into her embrace. “I’m sorry for not taking you out of there. For not making you see that you were being manipulated and-.”

“Oh my god,” Someone gasped. Looking up, I saw Sarah’s friends, who race to her. John B being the first one grabbing her face, making sure she was alright and kissing her multiple times. “Sarah, god. Oh my god.” My sister cried even harder, feeling the comfort of her…family. Kiera cried while placing her head on her shoulder, glad to have her friend safe. Pope offered reassuring smiles, and JJ blinked fast, trying to hide his tears.

John B quickly turned his head to glance at me, and that’s when I noticed that JJ was looking away. He was attempting not to meet my eyes. “She’s okay, JJ.” John B whispered. “Mouth is bleeding. Bruise on her forehead.”

The blond boy finally swung around, meeting my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I spoke. “I’m sorry for everything. I hope one day you would be able to forgive me for everything I’ve done.” I wept. “I should have stopped them. I’m so sorr-.”

Arms. Strong warm arms embraced me. I saw a tiny bit of blond hair before closing my eyes while hugging him back. “I’m sorry,” His voice cracked. “We should have done something to take you away from someone like that. We saw how he treated you. That last day should have been enough for me to do something, and I didn’t.” He put some space between us. His hands grasping my cheeks and he didn’t seem to care about the blood in my mouth as his lips met mine.

Moments later, more arms were around me. We apologized. I was welcomed by the Pogues.

I had Pope.

I had Kie.

I had John B.

I had Sarah. My sister. Her name wasn’t something I wanted to escape now.

I had JJ Maybank.

I had a home. A family.