When most people sees Rafe, they’d be like “i could change him,”, and that’s exactly what you thought until you got with him. You have been dating for 3 years and a half, and as much as it is toxic, you can’t get yourself to leave.

The relationship is full of anger, lack of attention, jealousy, never satisfied with your actions, protecting- dangerously protective, always suspicious even if you don’t do shit, obsessed, manipulative, guilt and aggressively.

It got so toxic to a point where you’re not allowed to talk to boys, apart from your family; you can’t wear anything without his opinion on it.

You both were getting to go to a party, you were wearing a dress that goes a little shorter than your knees, as she occasionally accepted it.

You were both in the bathroom, you doing your makeup in the bathroom to hide the bruises he left on your face and lips, him fixing his hair.

“you look ridiculous.” he commented, giving you a black jacket to cover the bruises on your arms. “And put some foundation on those legs.” he said as he left the bathroom.