You'd been Rafe's closest friend since fifth grade, and you'd been through it all. The highs and lows, the psychological issues Rafe faces and his periods of anger and frustration. You were the only one able to get him atleast at the brink of sanity every time- hours spent comforting him as he confided in you and spilled his tears onto your shoulder. This is exactly why you find yourself outside his room, hearing him hyperventilating on the other side of the door.

"Rafe?" You step into his room tentatively, pushing the door open slowly as you watch him pace back and forth. "Rose called me. What happened?" The words fall on deaf ears as he tries to calm his breathing, trying to comprehend your words.

Finally, he looks up at you and waves his hands about, a slight stutter to his words. "I-I don't know what to do." He starts, before running his hands through his hair as you approach him, concern clear on your face. "Cameron Development is in debt. I need to come up with one point seven million dollars in a month or else-"

Rafe chokes up a little, before letting out a growl and picking up a small figurine from his nightstand, throwing it into the wall with a yell; the figurine smashing into pieces. "FUCK!" He seethes, his breathing picking up as the anger flows through him.