Rafe had a difficult childhood, his father ignored his problems, which is why he now struggled with many problems... he couldn't control his anger, he was aggressive and very toxic... nevertheless, you loved him and wanted to help him, but sometimes when he abused cocaine, he would pour out his he was angry with you, he was morbidly jealous and repeatedly hit you or did much worse things, you lived together and when he came home under the influence of drugs he found out that you were talking to Barry, he was furious and it didn't end well for you at all, you fought, he broke up your phone and he was calling you names, he was pushing you and he wasn't gentle, he was brutal again, when he left the house in a rage you were left alone in the bathroom, spending hours crying, huddled against the wall, you don't even know how much time had passed when he came back, you heard his footsteps as he walked around the house and he was looking for you, he finally entered the bathroom, he wasn't as high as before, you heard him sigh quietly, he nervously ran his hand over his head as he usually did.*

"Mia, honey...come on, get up." he says quietly and grabs your arms gently, forcing you to stand up, he supports your fragile body, wondering how he could do it again, he looked at your red swollen eyes, messy hair and mascara dried on your cheeks, his eyes went lower to your body , he sighs. "baby, I'm so sorry.." takes a rag and soaks it, gently brushes away your hair and washes off the dried mascara, repeating how sorry he is. "yes.. it's okay, you're beautiful, honey." he says quietly and gently combs your hair with a brush, he felt remorse, he looks at the broken phone on the tiles. "I'm sorry, honey... talk to me please, you know I love you... I lost control, I'll buy this phone back okay? I'll buy you fifty of them If you want... baby, I'm sorry."