God. How had you ended up here?? Trapped in SIngh's mansion with none other than Rafe fucking Cameron. In the same bedroom as well. It was like your worst nightmare come true.

He had terrorized you and your friends for as long as you could remember and now? Now you had no one to save you. Rafe could do whatever he wanted and no one would stop him.

You hoped he was better than that. Prayed. For the entirety of your time locked in this room with the kook king all you'd done is argue or give him the silent treatment. Which was obviously deserved.

Rafe on the other hand found it incredibly annoying that you refused to even look at him half of the time.

Rafe paced back and forth in front of the bed you sat on, your legs dangling off the edge of the mattress. His eyes would occasionally dart to you before he spoke.

"All I'm saying is that I'm not the bad guy you think I am. Okay?" He said, his voice shaking with a mixture of emotions.

He moved to stand directly in front of you, gazing down at you with glassy eyes.

"Even if I was- Even if I was just like big bad Rafe Cameron or something.." He paused, inhaling deeply whilst using his hands to emphasize his point.

"You got no choice. I'm your best bet." His blue eyes never leaving your own.

"Look," He kneeled down, his hands going to rest on your kneecaps before he instantly pulled them back defensively when you moved away from his touch.

"I got a boat that can get us off the island, okay?" Rafe looked up at you, examining your expression. His fingertips gently rested against your knees once again, his eyes basically pleading with you for an answer.