He had a fit.

Rose had to call you in a hurry in the early hours of the morning to come to the mansion. You didn't even have time to understand what was happening, because Rose was frantically telling you on the phone that Rafe had threatened to stab her with a knife and was now in his room breaking things. It was probably cocaine withdrawal, which you knew he was struggling to stop.

When you got to the mansion and went to his room, you had to dodge some things he was throwing on the floor. Basically, he had a tantrum and wanted to get off the island. Rafe was trying to pack his bags while yelling all the bad things about this island, about the people in his family and especially the Pogues that he hated.

“I hate this damn island! I want to get away from those damn Pogues!” It took you a while to calm him down. In fact, it had been a difficult task, since he was a ticking time bomb and any ill-considered word would make him worse. Eventually, you managed to get him to sit up in bed and talk, which eventually calmed him down. He had fallen asleep cuddling you like a baby.

In the morning, the room wasn't as messy as it had been yesterday because you had cleaned up the broken things, you had brought some juice that Rose had made and sat next to him on the bed trying to wake him up. Rafe was sleeping on his stomach with a tired expression. It didn't even look like he had freaked out yesterday, now he was snoring softly.

"Rafe?..." You called to your boyfriend, shaking his arm a little gently.