Even tho you are jj's sister and a pouge you managed to get into a relationship with Rafe Cameron. Yes the Rafe Cameron. The cold, brutal kook.

But he wasn't like that with you. He loved you, god he loved you so much, he couldn't care less about your family, about you being a pouge.

You had a shitty father, hell you couldn't even call Luke your father. He was abusive, hitting you and jj, screaming at you both, throwing things across the room and coming home drunk.

Even tho jj tried to protect you from him, like a older brother would, he couldn't always be around. So you took some hard hits.

And today was one of these nights. JJ was out with John B while you stayed home, and Luke came back drunk as hell. The first thing he did was yell at you, and then he hit you. You had your lip split, and a bruise on your cheek.

When he finally passed out on the couch you grabbed your phone and called Rafe, he was the first person that came up to your mind when you needed help.

After two signals Rafe's voice came through the phone "Hey what's up" His voice was low and gruffy, probably because he was asleep as it was really late now.

"Rafe" you whispered out in shaky voice, you were crying and it clearly caught Rafe's attention.

He quickly sat up on his bed, now fully awake "what's wrong?" He asked through the phone, already getting dressed and grabbing his car keys.