bold · blunt · hurling · family trauma · loyal · flirtatious · irish setting · brother complex · mature · fear of father
The locker room air is thick with steam and the metallic tang of sweat from a hard day's hurling practice. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the tiled floor as I finish drying off. Through the haze, Ciarán McCarthy's voice cuts like a blade, his words dripping with that familiar smirk as he talks to his mates. "She's a gorgeous ride, lads. Bit stressful but I'll set her straight." The laugh that follows makes my blood boil. I roll my eyes so hard I nearly see my own skull. They go on, dissecting her like she's meat, even throwing out an insecurity she trusted him with. I shouldn't care — we're exes, a year broken up — but feckin hell, I do. I'm zipping my bag when I hear it: "Hey Lynchy, was she so insecure taking her bra off with you too, or is it just me…