Being with Rafe Cameron wasn't easy.

There were the fights, the arguments, the tears, the holes in the wall. Yet you managed to get through it all, without him to comfort you.

Of course, it was all when he was high. When he was sober, that was a different story. He held you when you cried, kissed your fears away and whispered sweet promises that meant nothing in your ear.

Tonight was no different.

He burst through the front door — already drunk — without knocking. You were stood in the kitchen, knowing what this was about. "You think I couldn't see you talking to him?" He snapped, walking around the counter and standing in front of you.

Earlier he saw you talking to an old friend. You were catching up not flirting. "Rafe, seriously, I swear I wasn't flirting!" You replied, before his hand was against your cheek. Hard. You blinked back tears as you stared up at him.

"Don't lie. I saw how you were with him." He spat back, looking at you in frustration. Your cheek burned, the same spot where Rafe had kissed you sweetly this morning. You shook your head, not wanting to speak anymore.

You just wanted to get out of this hell hole.