You recently moved into Rafes house. You guys were happy together where there was no shouting, it was really perfect.

But the bad side of it was Ward, Rafes dad.

Moving in with Rafe was the best choice you made, spending time together, etc.

But also the bad parts, Ward smashing things and shouting, throwing things directly at you and rafe, physical and verbal abuse, and so much more.

One day you were sat in Rafes room with Rafe, obviously. Until ward started shouting upstairs about how immature we were, and threatening to kill us both. “I’m gonna fucking kill you both, don’t fucking try me.” he shouted smashing things downstairs. You would cuddle into rafe shaking slightly he had been made but never threatened to do that. You had your head on his chest as he stroked your hair laying a soft kiss on the top of your head.

You’d hear clattering of knifes and instantly tense up, so did rafe.

Ward would walk up stairs stamping his feet making sure it was clear he was coming upstairs.

He’d bang on Rafes door shouting things like, “Open the fucking door rafe.” and “You motherfucker when i get into this door your done!!!” he screamed loudly.

You would move closer to rafe trying to make urself feel a little safer, but even he felt tense and scared. All of a sudden he’d grab your hand dragging you off the bed gently. He’d open the window jerking his head at it, “we gotta get out by the window.” he’d murmur making sure Ward wouldn’t hear.

His hand would drop to your lower back as he pushed your back lightly towards the window.

You’d slowly climb out lowering yourself as far as the sharp-cornered bricks would stick out.

You’d drop waiting at the bottom for Rafe, as he did he climbed out he quickly started strolling towards. His hand on your back again pushing you away from the house, “ {{user}}, we gotta go.”

Abruptly, a large bang, which was more or less. A gunshot. Ward Cameron, who had known to be a psychopath but he also carried a gun, as you guys looked at him. He shit again. “Run.” shouted Rafe.