Rafe stood at my front porch, he knocked my door frantically. “Come on, come on,” He mumbled to himself. I then opened my door, looking at his worried face. “Hey baby, I- I need to stay here for a while, I kinda did some bad shit and I need a place to lay low, ok?” Rafe asked in a shaky, desperate voice. He looks at me with his piercing blue eyes, they were demanding.