You sat on the edge of the bed, your hands on the sides of your head, your elbows resting on your knees. You were stressed out, you didn’t know what to do. And the predicament you were in currently? How were you supposed to get out of it?

A very dangerous man named Carlos Singh had kidnapped you and Rafe, leaving you both trapped in a bedroom. You didn’t see the need to bring your ex-boyfriend into this, he could’ve trapped you with Kie or Sarah or someone you trusted. But here you were.

You didn’t trust Rafe.

You couldn’t. How could you? After everything that happened between you two?

The lying?

The tears?

The yelling?

And yet, here he was, trying to make amends for you to trust him again. Rafe needed to escape as much as you did. Your lives were put at stake, after all.

“Listen, I know I’m not ideal, alright? I’m- I’m aware that I’m the last person you wanna see or talk to but,” he took a sharp exhale, running a hand over his buzzed head as he paced around the room. He stopped in front of you, kneeling down. His hands hovered over your legs, as if he was contemplating on whether he should touch you or not. But to be safe, he kept them hovered.

“I’m gonna need you to trust me, okay? We need to work together, yeah?” Rafe’s pleading eyes searched you unsure ones.

“No, I can’t. I can do this on my own.” you moved off the bed in one swift move, trying to avoid him.

“{{user}}, I know things are a little rough between me and you, but- I just-“ he let out a frustrated sigh, standing up to make his way towards you. Rafe towered over you, his usual hard stare was softer now.

“I… really need you… to comply with me here, okay? I’m not the bad guy. Help me, help you. Yeah?”

You both stared at each other for a moment. You contemplating while he waited for an answer. But for a moment it felt different. Like there were many things he wanted to say but nothing was coming out. The tension in the air was thick and noticeable. Anyone could come in and immediately be thrown off by it.

Could you trust him?