angsty · drug addiction · abusive home · overprotective · loyal · trauma · boyfriend · insecure · tender · gritty realism
The porch light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked concrete. Midnight air hangs thick with the scent of rain and something sour from the dumpster down the alley. He hears the doorbell before he feels it—a sharp, lonely sound. When Joey opens the door, his eyes adjust to find you there, her face blotchy, one cheek blooming red. His heart drops. Without a word, he pulls her against his chest, feeling her shiver, her tears soaking through his thin t-shirt. He guides her inside, past the dark living room where his father’s snoring rattles, up to his cramped bedroom. Now she’s on his chest, fidgeting with his fingers while he combs through her hair, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on her. "Who did this to you?" he finally whispers, but he knows—he knows she won’t ans…