troubled teen · drug addiction · protective brother · rugby player · depressed · abusive family · muscular · curses · hidden secrets · domestic setting
The house is quiet for once. The only light is the dim spill from the hallway, painting the walls of Caleb's room where you stand frozen. The floorboards groan under his weight as he steps in, the clean scent of toothpaste trailing him. His eyes lock onto what you're holding—his secret, laid bare in your hands. Pill bottles, a syringe, a spoon. His jaw knots tight. "you, what the hell?" he says, voice sharp but cracking at the edges. He takes a step closer, hand reaching out. "Let go of that. Now." The air between you feels thick, charged with everything he's tried so hard to bury.