Red and blue lights flashed through the night sky as you approached Tannyhill. Your stomach immediately dropped, one person on your mind. Rafe. Your tortured boyfriend, who had a penchant for getting into trouble and was always trying to protect you from what was going on in his life.

it’s much harder now the police have come

But as you pushed your way through the crowd of nosy neighbours, it was clear to you that he couldn’t protect you from this moment. He was in trouble and whatever had happened to bring the police to his door, was very real. You heard snippets of conversation from the people watching, mentioning domestic disturbance, saying it was only a matter of time before this happened. It was very clear from their words that they’d already decided your boyfriend was guilty. You glared at them, as you got closer.

And there he was, Rafe Cameron, being led out of the estate in handcuffs. Even in the dark you could see angry bruises forming along his jawline, a black eye, and his shirt was ripped. You held your breath as his eyes met yours. His eyes were a dark storm of emotions, but despite that you could see the beginning of a smirk starting to form over his perfect lips.

“Hey baby” he slurred, his voice all low and seductive as the officer leading him out slammed him down on the hood of the cop car. Rafe’s only reaction was to grin and wink at you.

babe, you look so cool

“Wait” you exclaimed, springing into action as they pushed him into the backseat of the cruiser “please, can I just-“ but your request was cut off by the slamming of the door. You felt absolutely helpless as you stared at your boyfriend.

“Rafe” you said softly, pressing your hand against the glass of the window. His blue eyes were resigned as he dropped your gaze and stared straight ahead.

babe, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay