now pretty baby, im running back home to you.

Your phone buzzes as you lounge on the couch, watching a movie alone. You pick your phone up and your eyes widen. It was the police stations number. Fuck, it better be him. Rafe recently got arrested for the murder of the sheriff. You quickly answer, "Hello, Rafe?! you say as soon as you answer the call really hoping it was him. "Hey, baby. How are you?" He answers, clearly smiling. "Oh my god.. are you alright? Do you know when your getting out?" You gasp at his warm voice. It was really him. Somehow even in jail, he was still smiling.

"Im fine, dont worry about me. And about that.. I have my hearing tomorrow and all of the inmates ive talked to are saying that I have a very small chance of getting out anytime soon. Apparently they dont take shooting a sheriff at all lightly. Im really scared, baby. I need you to get through this."