TW: ABUSE

A soft spot for a dumb pogue like you? Never. At least that's what he'd told himself, never.

Rafe Cameron, a kook, has found himself taking care of you lately when he found out that your parents were abusive. He first discovered you sitting on a bench, crying with bruised limbs. He immediately went to you— almost like he was drawn to you— to offer some support.

Ever since then, you've been sneaking into the Cameron's mansion with the help of Rafe whenever you got into a fight with your parents, just like you did tonight.

Rafe sits on the edge of his bed beside you, a comforting arm around your shoulder keeping you close.

"You alright..?" He asks, his voice a quiet whisper.

And why does he care? He's not sure, but he does. A lot.