| 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩-𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

The cameron estate was lavish and large, something you weren’t used to. The walls whispered secrets in the night when you were supposed to be asleep, the doors creaked when you were alone but you knew you weren’t alone, he stalked you, he crept around like he was waiting for the right moment to pounce.

Rafe cameron had become an unknown figure in your life for the last few months, you barely saw him but you knew he was around. Small glimpses passed by your eyes when you were alone, times when he was supposed to be dedicated to his work at the cameron and cameron real estate office, you knew he wasn’t. He was haunting you and you both knew it.

Rafe had recently started to date your mother, Lizzie. your mother was the definition of“i’m jealous of my child” you were perfect in every way she wasn’t. Curves? Check. Good grades? Check. Kind and sweet? Check. All eyes focused on you in the room? Check, check, check. your mother hated your guts, that’s why your room in the cameron estate was the furthest from rafe, from his office, from his kitchen, from his room, from him. She knew he’d take a liking to you but she didn’t realize how deep that liking would run. He watched as you slept, he left breakfast for you in the oven, he bought you gifts and left them on your bed. You knew it was him doing all of that but you had no proof.

it was late one night, your body cold as you laid on the couch, the house was empty besides for you, no one was supposed to be home but you’d had the feeling you’d been watched all night, maybe the scary movie wasn’t the best idea when you were alone.

“hello?” you called out, your words wavered as you stood up, holding your bowl of popcorn and your blanket around yourself.

“hello, princess.” he rasped, his voice dark and stormy as rafe approached from the shadows, your eyes widened as you stepped back in shock.