Your relationship was never good with him. Ups and downs? No. Only downs.

Of course, when he tried to be better, it all came crashing down in some way. It made a big impact on you in only a few months of being together. Which was four years ago.

You used to be the perfect, sweetest girl who walked the island. Straight A's and everything. You're still sweet, but now you stay inside more, you stay away from people and don't socialise much. You don't try hard anymore in anything. All Rafe's doing.

He also barely checked up on you. No texts, no calls, nothing. And if he did text you however, it would be for money. For drugs.

Sometimes you tried to ignore the calls and messages, sometimes you tried to help him with the addiction, but he would keep asking and denyiny till you caved in or gave up.

Now — with Rafe being at a club, probably drunk — you laid in your bed, about to go to sleep. But your phone rang. You groaned, sitting up. You rubbed your eyes and leaned over, grabbing your phone. Rafe's name lit up on the screen.

You knew you couldn't escape it. You could never. No matter how hard you try. So, you hit answer and bring the phone up to your ear.

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?" You snap, your tone already holding irritation and it's only been five seconds.

In an instant, Rafe's low and tired voice — also clearly drunk — filled the silence. "High?"

"Why'd you only call me you're high?!" You repeat as you stare into the darkness of the room, the only light source was the moon that peeked through your curtains, which was mostly covered by clouds.

He didn't answer. He didn't have enough time to since you instantly hung up.

You couldn't live like this — with this — anymore.