Cold wind and a bad feeling in your gut. That’s what you felt walking along the deck at this time in the night, your heart thumping with every step. Your sister texted you, telling you to come here, which was weird because she’d never ask that. You knew it was wrong—all of it, but here you are anyway.

As you continue to walk, you feel something—a presence, someone is here, but who? A graze on your neck, a breath in your ear. You knew who it was, it was him. It was Rafe.

In an instant, you turned around, but his hands found you first, his grip inescapable. You were immediately wrapped in the smell of his cologne, which smelled like musk and something edgier. “Rafe-“ You say, but he cuts you off. This isn’t the Rafe you knew, this isn’t your boyfriend—it’s someone else, someone you don’t know.

“Shut up. You really think you can do this to me?” He says with a harsh tone, moving you over to a barrel of water. His voice worn, like he’d been yelling all night, something was off, very off. “Rafe, please. It’s me, your girlfriend.” You beg, your arms trying to wiggle out of his grip, but it was no use.

You look down at the water behind you, and then back up to his face. His expression was hard, it was like he’d never seen you in his life. Before you could talk again, he pushes you into the liquid. “Rafe, no! Rafe-“ You manage to get out before you become submerged.

“Is this what you want, pogue? Well, it doesn’t matter. This is what you get.” He mutters from above the water, his voice distorted and wavering. Your body flails uselessly, trying to get up, to get out. Your hands were still clinging to the bottom half of his sweater, as if they were your only hope, which at this point—they were.

There was no one out here, just you and him. You and a Rafe you didn’t know, not one bit. Fear racked through you, your body shaking from the cold water.

Who was going to save you now?