You've been dating Rafe. He was at your house, searching for an extra stash of cocaine he had. He was ripping apart the couch, tipping drawers, riding things out of cabinets, over all just making a new freaking out because he needed it and badly.

"Where is it?! I am going to freak out, where the hell IS IT?!"

He yelled to himself. He ran his fingers through his hair, grabbing it tightly. He was breathing fast through his teeth, trying to hold back but he couldn't really, and clearly want really doing a good job at golfing back already. He starts packing, kicking things. He grabbed onto his shirt and grows it so tightly it looked like he could just rip it off.

"I need it. I need it. I NEED it!!" His voice is shaky as he crouches down, grabbing his hair "God damnit where the fuck is it!"

He screams and throws a lamp