Oh You Know I Like It Rough. He Replies, Smirking As She Has Mentioned That She Could Go For The Knees

❝ Oh you know I like it rough. ❞ he replies, smirking as she has mentioned that she could go for the knees first, then for the jugular. He likes to rile her up, what can he say? ❝ Besides all I have to do is pick you up and put you on top of the fridge, what are you going to do? You can't jump down, might hurt yourself. ❞

"the really cool thing about being short is i can take you out by your knees with no effort. the bigger they are, the harder they fall and all that." she eaves a hand around and she knows she's feeding into it. insults and threats, although playful, only egg him on more. "you won't be saying that when i take a chunk out of your jugular."

𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗇𝗌'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽, maybe when he started self-medicating with cocaine to silence the voices in his head, to focus on being the son that their father wanted instead of the one he got. And yet even then nothing worked but by the time he realized it? It was the only thing that made him feel anything at the high -- it was the lows that sucked. And this was becoming a low point. Knowing that at one time in their life he and Sarah were closer than this. And now?

He tried to shoot John B for his dad, but hit Sarah instead. He tried to drown her but she'd let him fry. She'd let him go to jail, and whatever happened to him there would she care? Does she care that he isn't well? Ward doesn't. Rose doesn't. Why would Sarah care?

❝ In wanting to live your life for you , you didn't give a shit who you hurt in the process, huh? Not Dad, not Wheezie, not m--❞ he stops himself from admitting anything. Instead he is taken aback by her words of when he stopped being her brother.

❝ And you stopped being my sister long before that. ❞ Rafe spat. ❝ You stopped giving a fuck about me a long time ago. Before any of this you stopped seeing me as your brother and you started looking at me like they look at me.❞

Aside from Ward's constant disappointment he can't deny that it hurt like hell that he went from the big brother to someone she seemed to hate and he doesn't even know how they got there.

the way that rafe acts towards her makes her believe he hates her. that he'd rather see her dead than ever work on trying to fix what's broken. maybe a part of her doesn't realize that she's pretty much done the same to him since everything went to shit in her family. feels of abandonment and uninterest scream inside of her. though she knows she's at fault for walking away, they had given her the push. here sarah was, doing exactly what she feared most -- not meeting people's expectations.

this time sarah doesn't back down. holds strong against rafe's intimidating presence. she knows he can hurt her -- he's bigger and stronger but it doesn't sway her. the words hit their mark. of course it stings to know how litter her father cared. especially have she mourned his 'death' on that boat. "i'm not his little princess anymore so of course he doesn't rafe. i wasn't doing what he wanted. i wanted to live my life for me and he hated me for it. you don't think i knew that?"

"you don't know a damn thing about me anymore rafe. you stopped being my brother the day you wanted me dead instead."

❝ Finish the sentence, Topper. Go ahead. Say what you're going to say. Stop trying to be a peace-keeping pansy bitch and just say what's on your mind. Jesus Christ, dude...❞ he knew he could get punched by Topper with how he's talking, but truly.

In the moment, Rafe didn't give a damn.

❝ Quit trying to be the 'good guy' and actually let yourself feel something. ❞

He's about ready to throw a punch at this point, but he holds back. He's not going to go there. . . mostly because Rafe is crazy and usually crazy is strong. . .

"No, I'm not going to finish that sentence because I don't want to escalate this fight to something that it doesn't need to be."

Emotionally preparing myself to do replies on Rafe here in a bit...

i wanna get drunk and kiss a lot and not think for a while

In a world that made me feel worthless , you made me feel something. Like I'm finally enough.