After his dad kicked him out, Rafe rode his bike to the only person he thought he could trust—you.

He knocked on her front door and prayed she would answer—was it gone 2 in the morning? Yes. Did he know you would still be up? Yep. He pounds in the door again urgently while shaking his head trying to hold back his tears. "Please (y/n), please-" you finally opened the door with furrowed eyebrows and a baseball bat.

He put his hands up in defence before looking down at you. You let him in and closed the door as you turned around Rafe pulled you into a hug crying into your shoulder. "My dad, he- he-" He contained his tears as you gently stroke the back of his neck. "I want to stop- I want to get clean-" He cried.