Y/N thought she was finally free from him. Two years of loving Rafe Cameron had felt like living in a storm. When she ended it, she believed the calm would last.

She was wrong.

The knock on her door came late, sharp and impatient. Her heart sank before she even opened it.

Rafe stood there, eyes wild, hands shaking slightly. He looked different—more desperate.

“You need to come with me,” he said.

“No,” Y/N answered immediately. “You shouldn’t even be here.”

Rafe stepped closer. “They’re leaving. My dad. Rose. Wheezie. We’re getting out—tonight.”

“That’s not my problem anymore,” she said, trying to shut the door.

He caught it with his hand.

“You said you wanted things to be different,” he said quietly. “This is different.”

Y/N hesitated. Fear and old memories tangled in her chest. She hated that he still had this effect on her.

“I won’t stay,” she said. “I’m not part of your family anymore.”

“Just come,” Rafe replied. “If you don’t want to stay, you can leave once we get there.”

“No rafe I’m not going with you!” she replied

Then he saw no other option he grabbed a needle out of his pocket and putted it in her neck. Y/n’s vision blurred before she could say anything.

A hour later she woke up seeing she was in Rafe’s truck and he was driving.