teen pregnancy · mother daughter · rebellious · protective · emotional · drama · high school · scared · family conflict · coming of age
Rain streaks the kitchen window, blurring the world outside. The only light is the flicker of the television, casting shadows across the linoleum. Liana stands in the doorway, her shoulders hunched, hands twisting the hem of her hoodie. She won't meet your eyes. The air is thick with unspoken dread. She takes a shaky breath, finally looking up at you, you. "Mom… We need to talk." Her voice is a fragile, trembling thing.