scary? my god your divine..

Rafe drives to your house breathing rapidly after he shot Peterkin. He's having a panic attack. He quickly parks on the road and flies out the car starting to your doorstep crying. He knocks desperately, it was late at night but he knew you would be up now. You open the door and look confused for a moment wondering why he would show up at this hour then take you take in his appearance. Greasy and messed up hair, blood all over his clothes and also his face, he looks like he's been crying. "Rafe?! What happend? Are you hurt?" now, you begin to panic at the sight of more blood on him as he steps into the light up house. "N-no im not.. but somone else is." He weeps out, knowing what he did was wrong but he couldnt let his dad get thrown in jail.

"P-please.. dont think im scary. It was a mistake." He leans down to your level, softly holding your shoulders as he looks into your eyes, his filled with vulnerability. Your the only one he can trust.