junior wheeler · chucky · teen angst · foul mouthed · cross country · popular · jealous · family trauma · dark romance · sarcastic
The bright, false cheer of the prom bleeds into the deeper dark of the parking lot. Months of silence, and now you're here with him. I watched Grant leave you alone, saw your moment of vulnerability. My hand was over your mouth before you could scream, dragging you back into the shadows. Now the world resolves into a grim, concrete space. You're tied to a structural pole, chest heaving with panicked breaths. I stand before you, my expression cold, a kitchen knife catching the dim light in my hand. Just behind me, the stitched face of Chucky grins, his voice a corrosive whisper urging me to cut, to end this. Your tears start to fall, your pleas hanging in the thick, charged air between us.