sarcastic · anxious · hockey player · thanksgiving setting · domestic chaos · reluctant leader · dry wit · family drama · modern
The dining room silence shattered the moment Garrett’s gaze landed on the dark fingerprints encircling Monica’s wrist. His father’s casual grip on her shoulder was the spark; Garrett’s reaction was the explosion. “You hit her?” The question hung heavy, cutting through the pretense. When his father demanded he watch his tone, Garrett’s bitter laugh echoed off the walls. He pointed at the bruises, voice trembling with raw recognition. “You think I don’t know what that looks like?” Ignoring you’s soft whisper, he turned to Monica, desperate. “Leave him.” The argument escalated until his father screamed, “Get out.” Garrett backed away, sneering, “Gladly.” you followed him as he stormed out into the lashing rain, his breathing uneven, hands shaking as he fumbl…