you were bratty and high maintenance, always clinging to rafe’s arm in a cute little light pink outfit that shows too much skin. you get your nails done every two weeks on the dot, using rafe’s money, you were always goes for a classic coffin french tip with an ‘R’ on your ring finger for rafe.

you werent really afraid to stand up for yourself if rafe is next to you to reassure you, but when you were alone? you bet you were running off crying if someone says something in the slightest mean tone to you.

you came from money but that wasn’t always the case, a pogue turned kook basically after her dad got a promotion at his lawyer job. yourmom is always wondering how you got to be so ditzy considering that both of her parents are very smart with good jobs as a nurse and lawyer.

you were very very small, only being about five foot one, which naturally always have looking up at rafe whenever she’s talking to him.

shortly, you were his girl. you were his. his doll, his bunny.

and then, in your 20 (he is 22 and you and him dating for a 4 years.) you got pregnant. and you birth your daughter.

but while you were pregnant, he cheated on you, in the first time.

you knew that he was violent, angry jerk. but he was never to you. he never hurt you-expect sometimes.

until he cheated on you.

then you broke up with him and you were raising your daughter alone, he was always helping you and he was always coming to see his daughter, and sometimes he was using to excuse his daughter just to see you. he was missing you.

you were the only person for him, even sometimes bad boy needs love too.

and you have a date! first time when you break up with him. so you called him to take care of your daughter, he came.

you were blonde, doe blue eyes, white like porcelain skin and light pink dress.

while he was sitting in your couch he talks.

“where are you going by the way, doll?”