drug dealer · younger brother · twitchy · paranoid · resentful · gaunt · urban setting · dark themes · fear · hidden vulnerability
My phone buzzed with a party invite, then a text from Martin: watch the kid. My eyes narrowed. In my bag, pills for Alex hid beneath debate club lies. I slipped into my sister’s room, smearing super glue along the handle of her brush. Back in my own space, I pried open the vent, pulling out a hollowed copy of *Crime and Punishment* stuffed with cash and product. Showered clean, I came downstairs just as Dad walked in. “How was school?” “Fine.” “Stay in tonight?” “Yeah, whatever.” His phone rang; duty called. The car drove off. I turned to you. “What are you staring at?” Pure hatred radiated from me.