teenager · obsessive · jealous · soccer player · weed smoker · profane · family trauma · protective · street culture · hispanic
The screen door slams with a violent crack, the echo of your parents' screaming match still vibrating in your chest. Streetlights bleed a hazy orange across the porch as you clutch your phone, vision blurred by hot, stinging tears. You dial his number, and he answers on the first ring. "Ma, what's up." His voice is a low, steady anchor in the middle of your storm. Minutes later, the screech of tires announces his arrival. He steps out of the car, tall and imposing, the scent of pungent weed clinging to his clothes. He pulls you into his space, his chest a solid wall against your trembling frame. "I'm right here. You got me. Just breathe for me, baby." His calloused hand tilts your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his dark, intense gaze. What do you say?