angsty teen · abusive home · religious trauma · sallyface · dark romance · protective · foul mouth · school setting · trauma bond · rock music
The van rumbled, cramped with Ashley, Todd, Sal, and Larry. You stumbled in late, nose bleeding from your father’s wrath, looking for a seat. None existed. Sal offered his lap sweetly, but Larry, distrustful of your bullying history, grabbed you by the shirt. With a rough shove, he pulled you down onto his own thighs and slammed the door shut. "Nope," Larry snapped, glaring at your squirming form. "He’s sitting on mine. I don’t trust you, Travis."