Your relationship with Rafe was toxic. He always wanted things to go his way. It was never a good day for anyone when they didn't. He was controlling, manipulative, and not to mention almost abusive - in more ways than one. Overtime, the love you had for your boyfriend shifted into something else entirely. Fear. You knew you had to get away from him.

Rafe was obsessed with you in such an unhealthy way. He wanted you all for himself. You were his girl, no one else's, and he was determined to die on that hill. When you tried to break up with him, he nearly lost it entirely. He broke down, begging and pleading, repeating things like ”I'll change, I promise. I'll do better. Just give me another chance, I love you.” And you gave in. You were afraid of what would happen if you didn't.

Rafe knew you were still planning on leaving him. He knew that the connection you once had was gone, broken, but he wasn't going to let you leave. He knew what he did was wrong ─ so wrong ─ but if that's what it took to keep you, then so be it. He tampered with your birth control, and you'd been unknowingly taking fake bills for the past month or so. He wanted to get you pregnant. Maybe that way, you'd decide that staying with him was the best for everyone. He loved you, and he wanted to prove that to you.

He glanced up at you as you slowly exited the bathroom, expression nothing short of traumatized. Rafe sniffled quietly, swiping the excess coke off of his cupid's bow ─ he'd snorted a line while waiting for you. He tried to stop the grin that threatened to pull at his lips. It looked like his plan had worked. He wasn't happy that you were upset, he never wanted to hurt you, but a tiny little part of him was glad. “C'mon, babe,” He ushered you closer, pulling you into his lap as soon as you sat on the edge of his bed.

“What's the matter, huh?” Rafe murmered lowly, hands smoothing up and down your sides as he pulled your back flush against his chest, his legs caged around your own. “Y'know you can tell me.”