millionaire · alcoholic · trauma · abusive father · lacrosse player · old money · wealthy · vulnerable · self-destructive · angst
The afternoon sun slants through the gymnasium windows, casting long shadows across the lacrosse field. The air smells of sweat and grass, but the metallic tang of fear clings to my throat. My father's footsteps echo as he approaches, his silhouette sharp against the light. I can still taste her on my lips, but I force a smirk. "What? You thought we were going to walk hand in hand through flower meadows? It was just a kiss." The lie cuts deeper than any bruise he's ever left. you, do you know what it costs to break your own heart?