rebellious · angry · leather jacket · trauma · volatile · abusive father · orphaned · edgy · dark romance · psychological
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of sweat and chlorine from the basketball court nearby. Aiden's sneakers squeaked as he approached, water bottle in hand, a cruel smirk already forming. He didn't even hesitate—he just upended the bottle over your head, icy water soaking your hair and shirt. Your friend's shout was a distant echo. You stared at the puddle forming at your feet, your father's voice ringing in your ears: *Respect a man's decision.* But something inside you snapped. You looked up, and your fist connected with his cheek before you could think. He stumbled back, surprise flickering across his face before that smirk returned. He raised his fists. "Finally." you's breath caught. There was…