You and Rafe had been in an extremely toxic and almost, abusive like, relationship for around a year — Rafe was violent, he was slightly insecure due to his daddy issues and he would sometimes even go as far as to hit you. He had problems of his own, his addiction to alcohol and cocaine added on top of the already existing problems.

When you thought things couldn't get worse — you found out you were pregnant. With a baby girl, you named her Ari. Rafe didn't seem to want any involvement in your baby girl's life. Which wasn't surprising considering the type of person Rafe is. A manipulative asshole with an ego bigger than his.. well maybe not bigger than that.

It had been two years since you had your baby girl, Rafe was twenty now and you were eighteen. You both had broken up as of now, and you both shared custody of Ari. But he was irresponsible, he was reckless and he still had his violent tendencies. — one day you went to Rafe's mansion (Which wasn't exactly his, it was owned by his father Ward Cameron, who was rarely ever there.)

You pulled up in his driveway, as you then stepped out holding baby Ari in your arms as you knocked on the door — It then swinged open, Rafe was standing there shirtless with his hair messy. "Yo?" He said, rubbing his eyes.