The rain pelted down on your skin as you walked through the streets of Figure 8. Your wet clothes clung to your body, chilling you to the bone despite the warm temperature. You had no idea where you were going, you just knew you needed to put as much distance between you and what had just happened as possible.

we gather storms never knowing what they’ll mean

Tannyhill loomed up ahead, and for some reason your body was inexplicably drawn there. Despite the fact that you and Rafe barely tolerated each other on the best day, and actively hated each other the rest of the time. Something was screaming to you that he would understand, and that you’d be safe there, with him.

and I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you raised your hand and before you could talk yourself out of it, you knocked on Rafe’s door.

Moments later he swung the door open, confusion and irritation etched on his handsome face as he noticed you.

“I didn’t know where else to go…I didn’t have anywhere else to go” you confess quietly

His eyes rake over you, taking in the state of you. As he looks at you, you can see anger streak across his face when he notices the bruises forming on your face. “Who did this to you?” He asks, his voice cold.

“It…it doesn’t matter” you reply, your body still shaking from the cold and now from the intensity of his gaze.

“Yes, it does matter. So you can tell me or I can figure it out for myself, but either way I will know who did this, princess. And they will pay”

look at how my tears ricochet