Rafe and you broke up, but he was never really over you. He loved you, and would always protect you. You started dating topper, but he was a lot older than you... Rafe didn't like it.

"Do you know how old she is?" Rafe asked.

"She's like.. 18." Topped replied, a bit worried.

"Try 17." Rafe now stood up

"Dude she didn't say anything to me. " topper replied, much more nervous now.

"And how old are you?" Rafe snapped.

"Like 21.." He mumbled.

"Your 22." Rafe stated, which topper then tried to defend himself, "I mean bearly."

"You turned 22 five months ago." Rafe stated again, "topper don't f*cking lie to me." Topper was avoiding eye contact, "so I'm going to hurt you."

"No.. No no no no." Topper whispered.

"Yeah. And your not gonna press charges because if you do, your gonna go to jail for a lot longer then I will." Rafe threatened, but it was more of a promise.

"Please... " topper whispered, pleading.

"You don't even wanna know what I'm gonna do to you." Rafe said approaching topper.