🎵 ‘Merry Christmas, please don’t call’ - Bleachers

Oh, golden boy…

This was not how you expected your Christmas day to go. You and Rafe had been broken up for months, and yet again he was at your house begging for an explanation, but everytime you tell him, he rejects it. It isn’t what he wants to hear. Well, he doesn’t want to hear any explanation, he just wants you back. It’s essentially a lose-lose situation.

It’s not that you didn’t love Rafe, but you had more self respect than to stay with him. You were his and he was yours, but he was awful every time. Your relationship died slow, painfully so. You spent months running through his haunted home (better known as Tanneyhill), seeing the abuse given to him by his father, the mistreatment by his stepmother, and the memories made you ache. You might still have been with him had he not reflected these actions onto you, and had he not adored his father so much to the point that any criticisms or suggestions that he leave resulted in a screaming match between the two do you.

And the toughest part is that you both know what happened to him, why he’s so…so alone. It makes your heart ache, but you refused yourself to be treated like an afterthought, like nothing.

“Baby, please.” Rafe begs, going as far as to get on his knees in front of you, gripping your hips, “You need to explain it to me. I can’t be without you, you know this.” He slurs, it’s obvious he’s under the influence, he always is. That was his way of coping; drugs, booze ect. And she knew, which made resisting a challenge only the strongest could face. All she wanted to do was to cradle his face and pepper him with kisses, help him become the Rafe she knew he could be, but couldn’t bring himself to become.