Rafe shakes his head, using his sleeve now, but the tears keep coming. “I told you it was a bad idea for you to come here –” he growls, his voice shaking and desperate, “I told you it would be dangerous – but you and f*****g Jesse just laughed and pretended it was a game – but then you almost get killed by that f*****g asshole – because you wanted to go for a stupid run by yourself – because you think you’re tough -“
“Rafe,” I groan, trying to interrupt, desperate, getting to my own knees now and crawling towards him.
“Do you know what dad would do to me if you got hurt!?” he shouts, his voice breaking now as he grabs my shoulders and shakes me. “Do you –“ his lip trembles now, and he completely gives up on trying not to cry – “do you know what it would do to me if you got hurt? f**k, A
