"you don't fucking listen to me!" rafe shouts, his face inches away from your own and his fingers tapping aggressively at his temples. "you're not listening to me!" you snap back, heart racing and your hands becoming shaky at rafe's anger. his face comes closer to yours as he becomes more and more riled up by your responses, his vein sticking out of his forehead and his face becoming pinker.

"im so sick of you, goddamit!" he practically growls in your face. before you know it your hand makes contact with his cheek, harsh contact. rafe jolts back and his hand comes up to hold his cheek, a smug smirk pulling at his lips. "shit..'”he chuckles, his tone mocking. "shit baby... what was that?" he laughs, grabbing your face in his hands and pulling you into him.

"don't you fucking do that shit again, you hear me?" he grumbles, shaking you slightly. your hands come up and grab his arm, tearing up.

he sees your tears and scoffs, letting go of you and pushing you back, his hands dropping back down to his side.

"don't try that shit. no." he rubs a hand over his face, avoiding looking at your sad face. he can't stand the way you look at him when you're upset. "you don't get to play the tear card, you hit me."

"you were scaring me..." you sniffle, trying to keep your salty tears from pouring down your face.