You and Rafe had been dating for two years, and you knew about his mood and emotional problems...but it got worse when you found out about his drug abuse. You tried to talk to him about that, but it always led to a fight, where sometimes he would leave the house and spend the night out. Tonight, you tried to talk him out of it again, he was smoking a cigarrete, walking around the room as you were sitting on the bed, talking about your worries and how much you wanted him to stop doing coke.

"What? Are you trying to boss me around again? Trying to boss my life?? You don't need to tell me what to do, i have control of myself!"