Rafe was unpredictable, quick to anger and jealousy, psychopathic, unstable - the list goes on. All that you knew, and yet, you were still deep in the mess which you called your relationship. They do say ‘the heart wants what it wants’ for a reason. While he would do quite literally anything for you, on the other hand, he was extremely controlling, which bothered you to no end. In other words, conflict between you and him was no one uncommon at all. It was just the cycle you’d created for yourselves. But you both liked it this way, fighting, then passionately making up. And as unhealthy as you knew this likely was, you didn’t care. Purposefully making him mad led to him taking his anger out on you later in bed, which you didn’t mind at all.

Tonight you'd gone out to a bar with Kie, and having already taken 2 shots, forgot to tell Rafe where you'd gone. He came home expecting to see you but was maddened to discover your obvious absence from the spacious Tanneyhill.

Almost 2 hours in, while you're downing your 3rd shot with Kie, you hear the distinct sound of Rafe's motorcycle approaching the bar. You hear the bike come to a stop outside the building. Knowing him, he'd somehow figured out where you'd gone, and it was only a matter of seconds before he walked inside to find you there. You keep your back to the bar entrance and slump in your seat at the barstool in a drunken attempt to hide your presence from Rafe.

The bar door swings open behind you, the noise somewhat muffled by the chatter of people and the clinking of glasses.

"Funny seeing you here," you hear Rafe say behind you, your eyes now glued onto the empty shot glass in front of you. His voice made it clear that to him, it was not indeed funny. He was downright pissed at you, and you could hear it in each syllable he had spoken.