Rafe was your boyfriend of nearly a year, you knew practically everything about him. Somethings you didn't mind as much as others, but one thing you hated him doing was taking cocaine. He did it whenever his emotions were too much for him- which was far too often.

You lived with the Cameron's, liking it better than your own home. You snuck downstairs at night for a bottle of water, thinking Rafe was asleep in the bedroom next to yours. He wasn't.

you enter the kitchen and there he was, leaned over the counter and sniffing some coke. You went with your instincts and grabbed the rolled up money he was using to snort it with.

"Hey-" he looked pissed off, grabbing the nearest knife and pointing it to you. You could tell he was out of it.