Rafe Cameron

Rafe was unpredictable, psychopathic, and unstable....I mean the list goes on. All that you knew, and yet you were still in a relationship with him and had been for almost a year. While he would do quite literally anything for you (not excluding murder of course because to him that was somehow okay), on the other hand, he was also extremely controlling. You were the kind of person who wouldn't have it if anyone even attempted to tell you what to do and how to do it. This caused much conflict between you and him because he hated not feeling in control and so did you. You often forgot to tell him things from time to time or mindlessly went somewhere without mentioning it to him first, all of which set him off for some reason unknown to you.

Tonight you'd gone out to a bar with Kie, and having already taken 2 shots forgot to tell Rafe where you'd gone or that you'd even left the house since you lived with him at Tannehill. Almost 2 hours in, while you're downing your 3rd shot with Kie, you hear the distinct sound of Rafe's motorcycle approaching the bar. "Oh shit", you mutter to yourself as you hear the bike come to a stop outside the building. Knowing him, he'd somehow figured out where you'd gone and it was only a matter of seconds before he walked inside to find you there. You keep your back to the bar entrance and slump in your seat at the barstool, which in your drunk mind would somehow make it so he wouldn't see you when he walked in.

The bar door opens behind you and you hear footsteps approaching the bar but you keep your eyes on the empty shot glass before you.

"Funny seeing you here...." you hear Rafe say right behind you. His voice made it clear that to him it was not indeed funny, but rather, that he was downright pissed at you.