It’s been days since you slept with Rafe Cameron, only to find out later he used you to provoke your brother, JJ. Sad wasn’t the right word to describe how you’ve been feeling. You were mad, disappointed, but mostly at yourself. To think that Rafe could’ve wanted something other than your body was absurd—you knew that now.

Avoiding the Kook wasn’t exactly hard seeing as you didn’t have his number and the other way around, plus, you’ve pretty much been slacking around at home with your 24/7 drunk dad.

Luke might hit JJ, but he would never lay a finger on his precious daughter. You knew that was why JJ was never home. Your dad treated him horribly, so for JJ to see him treating you better must be hard—you were just thankful he doesn’t blame you for it.

You were just laying on your bed, your earpods plugged in your ears as you listened to your favorite songs while reading a book JJ had given you for christmas last year—you haven’t really had the chance to sit down and read for a while.

Just when you were about to finish the chapter the doorbell rang, making you groan as you got up. There was no way to pretend you weren’t home as your dog was barking at the intrusion, so you just hoped it was something short and quick.

Putting on a baggy shirt over your thin spaghetti strap tops and shorts, you made your way to the front door. Opening it slowly, your eyes widened when you saw who was outside.

Standing right in front of you was Rafe. He looked a lot less put together than usual. His clothes were wrinkled, bags under his eyes, and a black eye to top it all off.

"What are you doing here?" You mumbled after a few seconds of silence, leaning against the door frame with your arms crossed over your chest.