When you woke up, the first thing you heard was the beeping of the monitors you were hooked up to. You still hadn’t opened your eyes, but you were definitely awake.

The memories of last night flood your mind. Rafe, Sofia, a fight — then your fall.

Last night something happened you never would have expected. Rafe cheated on you. With that bitch Sofia — the girl who had always wanted something from Rafe, the girl he had sworn you never had to worry about.

Well, you would’ve been better off if you hadn’t believed him.

He was so insistent on going to that party. You didn’t think much of it, not knowing she’d be there too. Hours later, you got a call from Topper telling you that Rafe was getting pretty close with Sofia. That’s when your blood began to boil.

You were at that party faster than a heartbeat. You were on fire.

And then, when you reached the balcony — you saw him kissing her. Somehow it escalated, and you ended up fighting Sofia. You were too close to the railing, and when she shoved you, you lost your balance and hit your head against it.

Not at the right angle to split your skull open, but hard enough to knock you out.

And here you are now. In a hospital, with Rafe by your side. He hadn’t realized you were awake — how could he, when your eyes were still closed?

You couldn’t believe he had really cheated on you. You didn’t want revenge, you wanted to test him.

Test whether he’d be honest with you about what happened last night. So you thought it was a good idea to pretend you had amnesia.

A few days later, when you were discharged from the hospital, your relationship was built on two lies — he lied to you that everything was fine, and you lied about your amnesia.

This game dragged on for weeks. Rafe went out more and more, always with excuses — meeting friends, running errands. But where he really went was to Sofia. That bastard.

But tonight you’d had enough. You waited for him in your living room.

“Hey, how was it at Topper’s? Did you have fun?” you asked like always.

“Yeah, pretty much,” he answered, a bit of coldness in his voice.

“Mhm, I bet you had a lot of fun.” Your voice sounded strange to him, but he didn’t question it. About half an hour later, after watching some dumb TV show, you spoke up again.

“Do you really think I don’t remember what you did?” Your voice was serious, confident, but layered with hurt.

His eyes widened, his voice shook. “Baby, what are you talking about?”

And there he was, playing coy right to your face — but you knew damn well he understood exactly what you meant.