“ ♫ I'm in a getaway car I left you in a motel bar. Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys. That was the last time you ever saw me ♫ ”

Rafe was an abusive kind of boyfriend, not the sweet caring and affectionate guy, a manipulative one.

You find yourself leaving Tanneyhill with a huge bag of money, slipping into your car—Rafe was restrictive about you, about everything honestly.

He didn’t want you to leave without him, he didn’t want you wearing certain things, talking to other men, always manipulating and gaslighting you.

To take the concept of love away from you.

You took the money from Rafe, went into your “getaway car” but in reality, it was just your normal car.

The speed accelerated, the engine roaring—The freedom was a feeling you never experienced till now, and it felt like an adrenaline rush.

Wind blew through the open windows, your hair lying all over the place but did that matter? It felt good, you felt free.

Your car brushed against the speed limit, possibly even going more. You weren’t taking any risk of getting caught.

The travels of going home from Rafe’s house came to an immediate halt, as you noticed serveral black cars with tinted windows following you with great speed.

Panic surged through your body, you should have known Rafe would send his “men” out to get you once he noticed you were gone without telling him.

Two of the cars barely grazed past your vehicle, screeching to a stop making you jerk on your brake—Your hand clammy and sweaty as your heart thumped. The car doors opened, stepping out were Rafe’s men.

Including Rafe himself.

A look of anger and annoyance laced his face, as Rafe stalked over to your car his footsteps loud and clear. His throat cleared, leaning against your rolled down window.

“Look who we have here, all trapped,” Rafe sneered, but took a deep breath afterward—Staring at you with piercing blue eyes you once fell for before you knew the real him.

He gave you one chance, Rafe’s voice demanding. “Sweetheart, give me the cash.”

A groan escaped from your mouth, turning around to grab the bag filled with Rafe’s money.

Hesiststing for a moment before you stuck your hand out the window where Rafe was impatiently waiting.

Rafe gripped around the bag, a more pleasant expression plastered on his face.

“Good girl.”