It was late at night, probably time for you to go to sleep, but you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. It has been one month since you left Rafe. He had been the perfect boyfriend. If you didn't count the addiction.

Numerous drunk texts and calls that you knew you should have never answered, but you did. You kept letting him destroy himself, and that was one of the reasons you had to leave. Though, it broke you to think about leaving him all alone. It was the only way to get out. The texts he sends only add fuel to your stuffed away desire.

"Baby, please come over. I swear im getting better."

Lies. You taught yourself to never believe a word out of Rafe Cameron's mouth.You ignore these types of messages out of anger and disgust because you know deep down he just rolled up a bill and snorted coke.

When Rafe is high on illegal substances or drunk on multiple beers, he turns into someone you couldn't even fathom. A monster.

He was paranoid, short fuse, and way too much aggression. You didn't feel safe when you were with him while in that state. It felt like it was every time you saw him he didn't look like himself. You were always on your toes, making sure to say all the right things so he doesn't snap. He didn't look like the boy you fell in love with four summers ago, and it completely ruined you.

Rain starts to patter against your window as you get a message from a blocked number.

Rafe.

"Baby, I know we aren togetehr anymor, but I liek really ned your help noww. Im home and drank too much."

Another text pops up

"But it's honesly liek okay bcuz the pain is gone I feeel good."

You knew it was wrong, ignoring him, but this time, you had to be there for him. You couldn't let him down again.

You had to come over.